<?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-5137716218062822543</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:36:18.979-08:00</updated><category term='Olie Bug'/><category term='Turman Family'/><category term='splish splash'/><title type='text'>The Turmans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3210016001966732763</id><published>2009-11-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:36:31.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Blessings</title><content type='html'>There have been too many times this year that I have struggled to find something to be thankful for. And for this I feel sad. It shouldn't take a day like thanksgiving to make me realize all the many blessings I have. Yes it has been an EXTREMELY challenging year for me and my family but I have a family. Not just any family MY family. A wonderful husband who has been beside me through all the heartache, tears, and heartburn. He works so incredibly hard so I am able to stay home with my babies and for that I am truly thankful. My beautiful daughter. Tears come to my eyes when I think of how fast she has grown. I don't know how it happened but she is already 3 going on 16. My handsome little boy. Again how the time flies. I cannot believe that he is crawling around and for the very first time yesterday (perfect) he said "mom". I know I sound like the grinch when I complain about Christmas coming too soon. My reasoning is this; there is only one day a year that is set aside for us to think of all we are thankful for. Just ONE day. And that to me is not enough. So do me a little favor and remember Thanksgiving this year. Not just on Thanksgiving but maybe throughout the year when you might be having a hard time thinking of something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAPPY THANKSGIVING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SxCn8-ZZf2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/XKnTBkwzXBY/s1600/DSC02611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409007818455482210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SxCn8-ZZf2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/XKnTBkwzXBY/s400/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SxCoZKejKoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/fnfjpTUs-vU/s1600/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409008302734649986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SxCoZKejKoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/fnfjpTUs-vU/s400/DSC02604.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/5137716218062822543-3210016001966732763?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3210016001966732763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3210016001966732763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3210016001966732763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3210016001966732763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-blessings.html' title='Many Blessings'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SxCn8-ZZf2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/XKnTBkwzXBY/s72-c/DSC02611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6011660244674698247</id><published>2009-11-09T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:23:24.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight</title><content type='html'>Just in case you didn't get enough pictures of my kids in the last post I decided to spotlight my little 8 month old baby boy. I can't believe he is 8 months old (almost 9). This year with him has gone by so fast. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect baby. He's always happy to see just about anyone. And he makes my day every time he smiles. He has now started crawling and getting in to EVERYTHING. He is going to be a handful. So much more then Olivia was I think. He is also trying to pull himself up on things but doesn't quite have the balance for it yet so he ends up falling over and bumping his head a couple hundred times a day. We love you baby Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SviimJ_KHXI/AAAAAAAAAts/afxffye255o/s1600-h/DSC02520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402246529430461810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SviimJ_KHXI/AAAAAAAAAts/afxffye255o/s400/DSC02520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sviil4WKy4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/5TsZBV0UrbM/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402246524695137154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sviil4WKy4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/5TsZBV0UrbM/s400/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvikDSudUjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1Vm5zItl3X4/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402248129504170546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvikDSudUjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1Vm5zItl3X4/s400/DSC02587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8 months old and getting his first hair cut already! Kacy did an awesome job. His hair is already growing in thicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6011660244674698247?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6011660244674698247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6011660244674698247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6011660244674698247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6011660244674698247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/spotlight.html' title='Spotlight'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SviimJ_KHXI/AAAAAAAAAts/afxffye255o/s72-c/DSC02520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-849704194884932270</id><published>2009-11-09T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:09:02.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here I am once again WAY behind on my blogging duties. I really have no excuse besides a super slow computer and not enough time. Let me start out by saying I LOVE FALL!! Now it's November and the weather has been fabulous. I hope it stays this way. I don't want it to end. We had so much fun in October getting ready for Halloween and doing a bunch of fall things. We visited pumpkin patches, carved pumpkins, went trick-or-treating, and ate way too much candy. I have a bunch of pictures to post. I will try to be better at this but I say that every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidD6YZufI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Nzds70Iti_g/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402240443567684082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidD6YZufI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Nzds70Iti_g/s400/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidDfNDkwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/KTDKZKI0Z0w/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402240436272337666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidDfNDkwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/KTDKZKI0Z0w/s400/DSC02479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fun fall day at the park. Caleb LOVED his first swing ride. He couldn't stop laughing and slobbering. I love watching him enjoy and explore the fun things in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Svidqy16aEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ueoFsnzWtX0/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402241111558875202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Svidqy16aEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ueoFsnzWtX0/s400/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidqgtHDLI/AAAAAAAAAss/-AgyvPkxqQ8/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402241106690116786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidqgtHDLI/AAAAAAAAAss/-AgyvPkxqQ8/s400/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picking pumpkins at the "PATCH". Olivia took about an hour to choose just the right pumpkin. She was so excited about them all. It was a beautiful fall evening. What a great place to spend time with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvieQ7jKI1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Rw2VGdryQjw/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402241766731162450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvieQ7jKI1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/Rw2VGdryQjw/s400/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carving Olivia's pumpkin. Caleb was in heaven. He couldn't believe we were letting him play with messy, goopy stuff. He would put his hand in, grab a handful, then look at me and giggle. Olivia on the other hand wouldn't even touch it......."EEEWWWWW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Svie5oN7WlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ybEEF_W1v7o/s1600-h/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402242465916475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Svie5oN7WlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ybEEF_W1v7o/s400/DSC02540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again it's cycle cross season for Nic and my dad. We spend almost every Saturday morning at his races. The Halloween race was a blast. Nic was super bee. He finished 2nd despite the costume. He kicks butt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvifnGzxVbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M-qVIV616OA/s1600-h/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243247222379954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvifnGzxVbI/AAAAAAAAAtc/M-qVIV616OA/s400/DSC02580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Snow White. She was so in to it this year. She is already talking about what she should be next Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvifmhIa19I/AAAAAAAAAtU/lVadPQzOgFc/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243237108438994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvifmhIa19I/AAAAAAAAAtU/lVadPQzOgFc/s400/DSC02585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Happy the "Gwarf" as Olivia called him. He hated his costume and most people didn't know what he was. But I think he looks dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Svifmdo41hI/AAAAAAAAAtM/b1oLc22BuD8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243236170880530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Svifmdo41hI/AAAAAAAAAtM/b1oLc22BuD8/s400/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia as usual is yelling "GO UTES!!!" Cody was at the game so he missed out on all the trick or treating fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-849704194884932270?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/849704194884932270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=849704194884932270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/849704194884932270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/849704194884932270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-festivities.html' title='Fall Festivities'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SvidD6YZufI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Nzds70Iti_g/s72-c/DSC02482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-9029204559034735133</id><published>2009-10-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:52:01.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>This morning, like every other morning I woke up to a baby babbling away in his crib. After that a 3 year old called "MOMMY!" Like she does every morning when she is ready to start the day. Yep just a normal day except today I am a year older. When I was younger there was nothing I loved more then my birthday. Now with each year I dread it more and more. Why? I'm not really sure. Maybe it's the realization that I'm not a carefree 16 year old anymore, the tole gravity and child bearing has taken' on my body, or just plain old grumpiness. In any case I am trying hard today to take deep breaths and enjoy. It is my day. I'm going to eat lots of nummy and bad for me foods, give my kids lots of kisses, enjoy hanging out with my mom and husband, and stop worrying about getting older. That being said, I am a year older. And being older I would like to share some things I have learned this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Being a mom is the hardest, most rewarding, full filling, and exhausting job in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It is okay to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nobody expects perfection from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nothing can make your day better like a smiling baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baby puke is a nice accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I married the most supportive, patient, and understanding husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Prayers may not be answered exactly the way you want them to be but they will be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having dog hair on the carpet is much better then not having a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughing with a friend can save you from what was a rotten day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Family is more important then anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may all go forth with the wisdom of a 29 year old (phew) yep 29 year old women. The best is yet to come I have been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new pictures for your enjoyment as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA1PgJlFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PXrqoVYbzUo/s1600-h/caleb21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392498518517191762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA1PgJlFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PXrqoVYbzUo/s400/caleb21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friend Jenny took a bunch of pictures of Caleb for me. This is one of my favorites. I just want to squeeze his face everytime I see it. Thanks for the awesome pictures Jenn!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA0nitumI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A2Kg_3L0hoA/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392498507790531170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA0nitumI/AAAAAAAAAsM/A2Kg_3L0hoA/s400/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I could chop my head out of this picture not the best picture of me. But the kids are dang cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA0A8zbgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/JYBkkN0bBHk/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392498497430973954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA0A8zbgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/JYBkkN0bBHk/s400/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying the fall leaves. Nothing is better then fall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anybody has seen this dog let us know. He got out last week and we haven't found him. We are all heartbroken over this. He was just starting to blend in to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-9029204559034735133?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9029204559034735133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=9029204559034735133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/9029204559034735133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/9029204559034735133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/StYA1PgJlFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PXrqoVYbzUo/s72-c/caleb21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-9040409550946892624</id><published>2009-08-24T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:05:13.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months!</title><content type='html'>This little boy has my heart in the palm of his hand. I can't believe 6 months have passed. I love this baby more each day. I do feel a lot of guilt because I waisted a lot of time with postpartum and trying to adjust and didn't spend enough time soaking in every sweet moment. Now that I finally feel I am in control of my emotions I am not waisting time. My BFF Kacy is having a new baby this week. It makes me realize how precious time is. They are only newborns for a short time. And although you are sleep deprived, emotional, and stressed it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SpMAK_nZ4CI/AAAAAAAAAr8/dIv8qp_EJIg/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373638969258532898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SpMAK_nZ4CI/AAAAAAAAAr8/dIv8qp_EJIg/s400/DSC02360.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/5137716218062822543-9040409550946892624?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9040409550946892624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=9040409550946892624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/9040409550946892624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/9040409550946892624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-months.html' title='6 months!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SpMAK_nZ4CI/AAAAAAAAAr8/dIv8qp_EJIg/s72-c/DSC02360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-7403363471724406869</id><published>2009-06-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:52:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my little brother turned 24! I can't believe it. He's become such an awesome guy and one of my best buds. I love him so much and I'm very proud of all that he has accomplished. My mom put together a great party for him at his new pad it was awesome! Happy Birthday Nic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjVh7I9BmvI/AAAAAAAAArs/rRiLL1aFAYk/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347287801215949554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjVh7I9BmvI/AAAAAAAAArs/rRiLL1aFAYk/s400/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness my mom doesn't read my blog. She'd kill me for using this picture. It cracks me up how weirded out we get by human contact in our family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjViWC8wXDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/aIIRezU_UmQ/s1600-h/DSC01896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347288263460674610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjViWC8wXDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/aIIRezU_UmQ/s400/DSC01896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new nephew, Juke! I went with Nic to adopt him last week. He's a handsome guy. He loves Nic and fits in perfect with the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-7403363471724406869?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7403363471724406869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=7403363471724406869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7403363471724406869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7403363471724406869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjVh7I9BmvI/AAAAAAAAArs/rRiLL1aFAYk/s72-c/DSC01856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8782357244244390863</id><published>2009-06-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:42:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Ride My Bicycle!!!</title><content type='html'>Life has been super busy this month. I can't believe it's the middle of June and the weather has been this crappy. I can't wait until summer officially comes and I am sweating to death. Yesterday me and my dad had the opportunity to ride in the Tour De Cure. It's the bike ride that raises money for finding a cure for diabetes. It was so much fun getting to ride with him. Nic came up as well and rode with us for awhile. Although he did the whole 25 miles in about 45 minutes. Even though it was rainy and a little chilly the ride went well. I am proud and not too shy to say 25 miles to me now isn't that bad. Now on the other hand last weekend I did an all women's ride up in Logan for cancer research. It was 40 miles and I thought a few times I wasn't going to make it. But I did and I am kind of proud of myself for accomplishing these little goals. It's not much but it makes me feel good. Also I'd like to thank those of you who opened up your wallets and donated money so that I was able to partake in Tour De Cure. I would have been bummed if I had to miss out on it and thanks for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjVgZ9io2eI/AAAAAAAAArk/rVIDVXjXhs4/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347286131705174498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjVgZ9io2eI/AAAAAAAAArk/rVIDVXjXhs4/s400/DSC01848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         WE DID IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-8782357244244390863?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8782357244244390863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8782357244244390863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8782357244244390863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8782357244244390863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-ride-my-bicycle.html' title='I Want To Ride My Bicycle!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SjVgZ9io2eI/AAAAAAAAArk/rVIDVXjXhs4/s72-c/DSC01848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5911445295680514368</id><published>2009-05-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:20:52.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well life certainly doesn't stop because you are sad that is for sure. It's totally true that the grass seems greener on the other side of the fence. I just read Kacy's blog about how annoyed she is with work. Every morning in the middle of dealing with temper tantrums, breastfeeding, baby puke, baby poop, Olivia missing the potty: I find myself daydreaming about waking up in the morning, putting on a nice outfit and heading off to work where I can actually talk to an adult and make some money maybe feel like I accomplish something. Don't get me wrong I love Olivia and Caleb but if one more person says to me, "so it must be nice not to work" I'm going to explode. Okay there is my venting for the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have such a hard time after a long weekend. I love having Cody home to hang out with and to help with the kids. It seems so sad when he goes back to work. We had such a fun and busy memorial day weekend. BBQ's, 4-wheeling, campfires, and refinishing hardwood floors. Yep leave it up to me to take what should be a relaxing weekend and make it stressful. I thought "hey we have 4 days we can re-do our kitchen floors easily" This project has been put off for 3 years and now I know why. After 4 coats of polyurethane, not being able to use my kitchen and a living room full of crap it is still not done. Not only is it not finished I am totally obsessed with every imperfect line I see. I have been staring at the floor for hours while biting my nails. Today I plan to do one more coat and hopefully call it good. Maybe by this weekend the kitchen will be functional again. If you come to my house just tell me it looks awesome even though you will probably notice a bunch of flaws. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fun pictures from this weekends events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxN0SKhIJI/AAAAAAAAArc/RNttY8Nsxzo/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340228818779054226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxN0SKhIJI/AAAAAAAAArc/RNttY8Nsxzo/s400/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb and grandma Brose singing Peas Poridge. He laughs everytime she sings it with him. Such a cute baby I love this smile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNz6ehXKI/AAAAAAAAArU/Wqlyk7qiEzc/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340228812420504738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNz6ehXKI/AAAAAAAAArU/Wqlyk7qiEzc/s400/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia's first 4-wheeling ride. It was a blast and she definetly needed the mommy and daddy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNznbyyVI/AAAAAAAAArM/umVTVE_3_TY/s1600-h/DSC01711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340228807308790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNznbyyVI/AAAAAAAAArM/umVTVE_3_TY/s400/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our "campout" at grandma and grandpa Turmans. This was also tons of fun even though Cody and I didn't sleep over we went home to our nice cozy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNzdhVbgI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZdrVjp3suuA/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340228804647677442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNzdhVbgI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZdrVjp3suuA/s400/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm S'more's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNzFVJIPI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4lserumhE3w/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340228798154088690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxNzFVJIPI/AAAAAAAAAq8/4lserumhE3w/s400/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Caleb! I know he's only 3 months old but I truly think he hates when I put him in this bear suit. It's so nice and warm though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5911445295680514368?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5911445295680514368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5911445295680514368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5911445295680514368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5911445295680514368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/ShxN0SKhIJI/AAAAAAAAArc/RNttY8Nsxzo/s72-c/DSC01740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4946994843851899712</id><published>2009-05-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:31:13.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgzgcbwKxgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kzIS4IsCJds/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335886437617944066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgzgcbwKxgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kzIS4IsCJds/s400/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart hurts and I'm sure it will for a long time. When I needed to talk she would always listen, when I wanted a friend to go hiking with she was always ready never too busy, she always protected me when I was home alone, always made me smile when I felt sad. I'll miss her more then words can explain. Goodbye Bazil May you were loved and will be missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-4946994843851899712?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4946994843851899712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4946994843851899712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4946994843851899712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4946994843851899712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgzgcbwKxgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kzIS4IsCJds/s72-c/DSC01410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8127576568098539447</id><published>2009-05-07T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:49:28.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Girl and Smiling Boy</title><content type='html'>This week has been challenging for me to say the least. Tuesday Olivia woke up with a fever and cried &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;morning long. This is not like Olivia at all. So I took her to the doctor and found out it was strep. Not fun for me or her. She continued to cry for the next 7 hours (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;!) I found myself praying for strength to deal with it. Finally around 6 p.m. she sat down on Caleb's bouncy chair. Silence!!! I couldn't believe it she had finally fallen asleep. A few doses of antibiotics did the trick and she is almost back to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgOqaCC721I/AAAAAAAAAqk/_saAdCpklb0/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333293747939302226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgOqaCC721I/AAAAAAAAAqk/_saAdCpklb0/s400/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While Olivia was crying, Caleb was working on his smiling skills. He is the sweetest little guy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he wakes up he just looks at me with a big grin. It totally makes it all worthwhile. I sometimes ask him not to become a 2 year old and just stay my little baby boy. This picture isn't the best but it seems like at this age they never smile when a camera is available so I did the best I could do at the moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgOrP4XvTBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DcUbHny9gQU/s1600-h/DSC01605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333294673055140882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgOrP4XvTBI/AAAAAAAAAqs/DcUbHny9gQU/s400/DSC01605.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/5137716218062822543-8127576568098539447?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8127576568098539447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8127576568098539447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8127576568098539447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8127576568098539447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/crying-girl-and-smiling-boy.html' title='Crying Girl and Smiling Boy'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgOqaCC721I/AAAAAAAAAqk/_saAdCpklb0/s72-c/DSC01600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-891679660364731264</id><published>2009-05-06T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:48:29.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips, Tulips, &amp; More Tulips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago my mom &amp;amp; I took the kids up to Thanksgiving point to see the Tulip Festival. It was so beautiful!!! Last year I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; because the tulips hadn't bloomed. This year we chose the most perfect day. It was 80 degrees and tulips were everywhere. Olivia had so much fun running around and wearing me and my mom out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpOP3MVrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/pMJg_4EWPqI/s1600-h/DSC01595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799864768845490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpOP3MVrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/pMJg_4EWPqI/s400/DSC01595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpNSHMYbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/obmmeGz3W1I/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799848192958898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpNSHMYbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/obmmeGz3W1I/s400/DSC01593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpNB_qLjI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SpWLuxMbVV0/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332799843866390066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpNB_qLjI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SpWLuxMbVV0/s400/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-891679660364731264?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/891679660364731264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=891679660364731264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/891679660364731264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/891679660364731264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/tulips-tulips-more-tulips.html' title='Tulips, Tulips, &amp; More Tulips'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHpOP3MVrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/pMJg_4EWPqI/s72-c/DSC01595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8047943805421043846</id><published>2009-05-06T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:43:51.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months!!</title><content type='html'>Yes I just realized Caleb is almost 3 months old and I haven't even posted pictures of him at 2 months. What can I say about this little guy? I find myself loving him more &amp;amp; more everyday. He has made our family feel so much more complete. Olivia cannot get enough of him and I'm so glad. She tells everyone how much she loves her brother and the first time he smiled was for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHn_PjyxGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QnvZDaRGliU/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332798507477812322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHn_PjyxGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QnvZDaRGliU/s400/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb's Stats:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weight: 13 lbs. 5 oz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Height: 24 inches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Food: Mom's Milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Time of Day: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bath time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Friend: Big Sister Olivia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-8047943805421043846?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8047943805421043846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8047943805421043846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8047943805421043846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8047943805421043846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-months.html' title='2 months!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SgHn_PjyxGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QnvZDaRGliU/s72-c/DSC01581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1112731192908080074</id><published>2009-05-02T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:35:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I GUESS I'LL TUTE MY OWN HORN</title><content type='html'>Well once again I've fallen behind on my blogging. I'm still trying to figure out how to take a shower before noon with 2 kids wanting my attention. So needless to say my blogging takes a major back burner to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start out by bragging about myself. Just what you have been waiting for I'm sure. I have been slowly trying to get back in shape after having Caleb. Of course my favorite exercise and activity right now is riding my bike. So to push myself into riding better I decided to sign up for the Salt Lake Marathon bike tour this year. Well let me re-phrase that. My brother talked me into signing up I was scared to death. It wasn't a race just a 26 mile ride along the same path as the marathon. We started at 6 a.m. (way too early) and it was about 40 degrees. As usual my dad was late picking me up so as we were unloading, getting gear on, and pumping up tires, we could hear the announcer counting down the start of the ride. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; but dad and I were able to peddle down the hill and join the ride. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; caught up within' seconds (of course) and very quickly past us up. I didn't see him again until I finally finished the ride. It was a beautiful ride and so much fun. I rarely get to ride with anybody so it was cool to be in a huge group. I think there was over 1,000 of us this year. And also so cool to be able to ride on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; streets without cars to worry about and not stopping at the stop lights was awesome as well. After about an hour of riding my dad left me in the dust and I slowly chugged along with the slow end of the group. Finally after making it up the what seemed like 200 mile hill on State Street I peddled through the finish line at Gateway. It felt great! I have always had a goal that I wanted to do the marathon but knew I would never be able to run (thanks to Davis High gym teachers running makes me sick). So I was very proud of myself for finishing. It's hard for me to do these kind of things because I am very intimidated by other peoples abilities compared to mine. But I did it!&lt;br /&gt;My next group ride is June 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; --38 miles this time. I am scared to death but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; keeps telling me "if you can do 26 you can do 100..easily." Yeah easy for someone with zero percent body fat that has nothing else to do besides ride all the time. Anyway I'm looking forward to that ride and forward to challenging myself more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1112731192908080074?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1112731192908080074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1112731192908080074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1112731192908080074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1112731192908080074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-ill-toot-my-own-horn.html' title='SO I GUESS I&apos;LL TUTE MY OWN HORN'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-7416517476158531660</id><published>2009-04-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:48:47.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S THE DEAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's 10:15 a.m. and I just barely forced Olivia out of bed. Usually by this time of morning I am ready for a nap. Caleb woke up once at 4 a.m. and quickly went back to sleep. Needless to say I actually am not sleep deprived today! So with 2 sleeping kids you would think I would be getting some things done: get my work-out in, laundry, vacuum, clean the house. Well of course none of that happened. Instead I got on the computer and thought about all the things I need to get done. You cannot even walk into my front door without tripping over something or someone. The past two days of sun have made me selfish. I have forgot about house work and takin' every opportunity to be outside. At this point I think my mental health needs more work then the dirty kitchen and the sunshine does wonders. I took a bike ride on Monday (not long enough) but it's amazing how it rejuvenates me and I've been trying to work out at least an hour a day. Today I have plans to clean my house but here's what will probably happen instead: sit on the computer until 11, realize how late it is and work out until noon, realize Olivia needs lunch, 1 p.m. think I stink must take shower, 2:30 p.m. finally all clean for the day need to go grocery shopping, 4 p.m. finally home from grocery store.....damn my house needs to be cleaned but Caleb needs to eat, 5 p.m. time to get dinner ready, 5:45 eat dinner, 6:30 why am I so tired? I need to clean the house, 6:45 plop my butt on the couch and watch T.V. until 11 p.m., wake up tomorrow and do it all again. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Kacy took some awesome pictures of my kids. So far the pictures I have seen are awesome! I can't believe they are my kids they are so dang cute. Yes I am one of those moms who brags about her children constantly and I don't care. Thanks Kacy for the pictures and all your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVDBPOaiI/AAAAAAAAAps/4U2nJfNt6vY/s1600-h/olie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363107493702178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVDBPOaiI/AAAAAAAAAps/4U2nJfNt6vY/s400/olie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVC7bv9bI/AAAAAAAAApk/irJtxJsoedw/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363105935619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVC7bv9bI/AAAAAAAAApk/irJtxJsoedw/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVCUpPRcI/AAAAAAAAApc/1kWPA27Rt3g/s1600-h/caleb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363095523214786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVCUpPRcI/AAAAAAAAApc/1kWPA27Rt3g/s400/caleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least an update on Bazil. Well after much praying and talking Cody and I decided to give Bazil surgery. She went in last Thursday and is still recovering. I talked to the vet yesterday and the biopsy of the lumps shows that the cancer is much more advanced this time, ultimately we probably only have a few more months with her. I try not to think about it. Right now I'm just happy that she isn't bothered by the lumps and we have a few more months to spoil her and enjoy her. I guess we should've said our goodbyes because the surgery cost a lot more then we were told and we have our own hospital bills to pay, but I like to think there is a reason we went for it besides selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lazy morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzTRwTD8cI/AAAAAAAAApM/Lp9jA3hw0-g/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322361161621172674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzTRwTD8cI/AAAAAAAAApM/Lp9jA3hw0-g/s400/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzTRQiGwzI/AAAAAAAAApE/bqmUdvAGVVI/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322361153094337330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzTRQiGwzI/AAAAAAAAApE/bqmUdvAGVVI/s400/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally eating breakfast at 10:00 a.m. Or should we call it brunch? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzTSWx6_tI/AAAAAAAAApU/w0u1m-U5RtQ/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322361171951156946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzTSWx6_tI/AAAAAAAAApU/w0u1m-U5RtQ/s400/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate this thing on her head more then she does. My newly painted walls have scuff marks all over them from her. One more week and it comes off!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-7416517476158531660?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7416517476158531660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=7416517476158531660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7416517476158531660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7416517476158531660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-deal.html' title='WHAT&apos;S THE DEAL?'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SdzVDBPOaiI/AAAAAAAAAps/4U2nJfNt6vY/s72-c/olie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2890408531008156573</id><published>2009-03-29T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:52:04.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I was going to stop blogging but I realize that it kind of helps me vent when I am either happy or not so happy. And today I really need to do some venting so I'm back hopefully I can keep up on it a little better. We have had a lot going on so I will just start with the most exciting event. On February 19th we were blessed with our 2nd child. Caleb Manuel Turman. I went into the hospital at 7 a.m. to be induced turns out I was already in labor! At 12:45 he was born. I still can't believe he was 9 lbs. 4 oz. I knew he would be big but wow!! And such an easy labor I am still in shock. He came out screaming and hasn't really cried since. He is such an easy going little guy. Usually just tries to be patient with me while I deal with his sister or patient while his over eager big sister snuggles him to death. She loves being a big sister and loves Caleb more then I could have imagined. Every morning the first thing she asks is, "Where's my brother?" So she has to go see him and give him hugs and kisses before she can start her day. She has not shown one sign of jealousy towards the baby, even when I am buisy with him (usually feeding him) and can't play with her right away. We were able to bring him home for 2 weeks then he got very sick with RSV. We had to admit him to the hospital for a few days for oxygen and breathing treatments. It was harder on me then Caleb I'm sure. It was a balancing act trying to keep one parent at the hospital with Caleb while another took care of Olivia. And since I am breast feeding I stayed at the hospital the most. Every night I would leave for the hospital and Olivia would just cry and beg me not to go. It still breaks my heart thinking of it. But luckily we were able to bring him home after 3 days in the hospital. He was on oxygen at home for another week but I could handle that as long as I was home with him. I feel very ashamed to admit this but I think I am just barely really falling in love with Caleb. It's horrible to say that but the month has been so full of emotional rollercoasters I haven't had a chance to just enjoy the little guy until now. He is absolutly beautiful (I know I have a biased opinion) and everytime I take him out someone comments on his hair. I can't believe Olivia and Caleb are my kids. I'm a mother of two and as hard as the last month has been I feel so incredibly blessed to have them in my life. I try to remind myself that everyday when I sit down to look over our outrageous hospital bills. So what we are poor at least we have each other and things will get paid off in time. I would also like to say thank you to my friends and family that helped so much with meals and mental support during the last month. Not having to worry about dinner helped out more then I thought it would and I really appreciate everyone thinking about us and supporting us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dWVhXDtI/AAAAAAAAAo0/K-5dxK-Q3rQ/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318713060751773394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dWVhXDtI/AAAAAAAAAo0/K-5dxK-Q3rQ/s400/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dWGKFM6I/AAAAAAAAAos/mhrYMNomD0U/s1600-h/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318713056627602338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dWGKFM6I/AAAAAAAAAos/mhrYMNomD0U/s400/DSC01487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dV5lHJwI/AAAAAAAAAok/eAgnE56UJjM/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318713053251315458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dV5lHJwI/AAAAAAAAAok/eAgnE56UJjM/s400/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for some difficult news. I know I posted a few months ago about our sweet dog Bazil. Well unfortunetly the tumors are back and much worse. We have been given 2 options: Pay $700 (which we don't have) for them to be removed (they will come back and worse), Or say our goodbyes. Now this decision has been eating both of us up. We have had Bazil for 8 years and she has been nothing but a perfect, loyal pup. We might be saying goodbye soon but I guess I'm just asking for prayers. Cody and I are really having a difficult time with this and luckily Bazil isn't suffering the tumors just itch so she licks all day long. I remember somebody telling me that the only reason they never had pets was because they couldn't stand the pain of letting them go. I never understood that until now. Anyway I know this isn't a happy story but I just feel that the more prayers out there maybe the easier the decision will be for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you Bazil May!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_e7xxzx-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/FLA9o7wvR7M/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318714803503744994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_e7xxzx-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/FLA9o7wvR7M/s400/DSC01410.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/5137716218062822543-2890408531008156573?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2890408531008156573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2890408531008156573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2890408531008156573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2890408531008156573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-back.html' title='I think I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Sc_dWVhXDtI/AAAAAAAAAo0/K-5dxK-Q3rQ/s72-c/DSC01449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3785598893920010855</id><published>2008-12-15T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:45:59.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I am so happy that the snow finally came. Olivia has been out in it everyday and has the runny nose and horrible cough to prove it. It has helped me get into the holiday spirit a little bit more. I'm still not going to say this is my favorite holiday but the fluffy white stuff does make me a little more excited for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cute story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you would think after 2 1/2 years I would know that there are certain things you have to make sure are put up high out of someones small hands. But yesterday I was reminded again. We were in the living room watching home movies with family (me trying to fight back tears). Olivia was bored so I thought she was playing in her room. When a little voice from the kitchen screams, "Ouch my hair.....It's stuck!!! HELP!!" I run into the kitchen and she has my kitchen scissors stuck in her beautiful hair. I tried not to panic, or laugh but I did both. I carefully grabbed the scissors and got them out but not without a pretty big chunk of hair coming with. Olivia looked at the chunk of hair and immediately started sobbing. "I want my hair back!!! Not my hair!!!" Then I started laughing and that made it worse. So to calm her down I grabbed the pile of hair and put it back on her head. I pretended to glue it back on her head. She was satisfied with that. She gave me a big hug and kiss and said, "Thanks Mamma!" And off she went to play. Thank goodness you can't tell where the chunk came from but I will pay closer attention to where my scissors are from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fun snow pictures.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQ-YIHEI/AAAAAAAAAns/Eu-iU479Hn0/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120110504746050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQ-YIHEI/AAAAAAAAAns/Eu-iU479Hn0/s400/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First sled ride. As you can tell she was scared. She laughed when we finally stopped. We asked her if she wanted to go down again and she said, "NO!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQu6z8bI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ApnwB3hz_V0/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120106355257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQu6z8bI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ApnwB3hz_V0/s400/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQU2BsqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1eKb2hG0EBg/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120099355865762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQU2BsqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1eKb2hG0EBg/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping daddy shovel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBP2OFA8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/uFKZ6tFCXIE/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120091135247298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBP2OFA8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/uFKZ6tFCXIE/s400/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3785598893920010855?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3785598893920010855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3785598893920010855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3785598893920010855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3785598893920010855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SUbBQ-YIHEI/AAAAAAAAAns/Eu-iU479Hn0/s72-c/DSC01309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2986614544080648957</id><published>2008-12-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:42:37.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Thanksgiving has passed us by once again. I love Thanksgiving! It's one of those days that you can eat, and eat without feeling guilty. And this year it was especially good for me to remember all the things that I am thankful for. Too many times lately I find myself feeling sorry because we don't have enough money, I don't have enough time to myself, I never get anything done. Well all that isn't important when you realize that you have a wonderful family, friends, and enough money to keep a roof over your head. Thanksgiving morning I went into Olivia's room to get her out of bed. I said, "Olivia today is Thanksgiving! Do you know what we do on Thanksgiving?" I expected her to say, "What?" Instead she looked up at me with her innocently beautiful brown eyes and said, "We say Thank You!!" How can such a smart, direct response come from a 2 year old? It humbled me very much and I took it to heart. I found myself saying thank you all day long. We had a delicious lunch at my father-in-laws. The food was great and it was nice to let Olivia run wild with her cousins. After that we went down to my grandma's house where my family was. We were able to visit there for a few hours as well. It was nice because we usually don't have time to see both families but this year it worked out great.&lt;br /&gt;Last week one of my best friends Lori was in town for a few days. I don't feel like I got to spend enough time with her but the time I did spend was fun. We all went to see Twilight and did some shopping the next day. It's so amazing that we only see each other once a year and still we are able to pick up right where we left off. There is nothing like being with my 2 best friends Kacy &amp;amp; Lori. I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;We still haven't started putting Christmas decorations up at our house. I want so badly to buy a new tree. Our old tree is so pathetic. Needles falling off, 2 strands of lights out, and it sits lopsided. But we might have to deal with it for one more year. I think we should just put some lights on our ficus tree it's a lot prettier then the Christmas tree anyway. Maybe this weekend we'll get more into the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months my brother has been racing in enduro cross on his bicycle. It's a tough race. Some of it is on flat ground other parts on dirt, and they also make you carry your bike up a hill over hurdles. So anyway he has been doing this for a few months and Saturday we finally woke up early enough to go check it out. Of course we were still late but I got to see him fly around the course a few times. I also got all proud and teary eyed when the announcer said, "And Nic Sells just finished. This is his first year and he rocks, watch out for him in the future." Anyway just a little bragging. My 52 year old dad raced right along with him. He didn't finish as fast but he kicks ass I'll tell you what. I don't think it's fair that I inherited all the short, fat, non-athletic genes. The race was out at Wheeler Farm so we also got to say hello to some of the animals which Olivia loved. I've posted a few pictures from the race and the farm. Man my posts are starting to get long.&lt;br /&gt;Also I'd like to say congrats to my good friend Jenny and her husband Logan. They had their 3rd baby yesterday morning. She is beautiful of course! You can check out the PhippsBlog if you want to see pictures. Congrats you two!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqugO6ETI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zi_kd0uTm0g/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275310254437568818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqugO6ETI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zi_kd0uTm0g/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWquV0QJJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eZH3ew_mP8M/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275310251641414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWquV0QJJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eZH3ew_mP8M/s400/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqtxRGLsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jWyfLwransI/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275310241830284994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqtxRGLsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jWyfLwransI/s400/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqtTQRcOI/AAAAAAAAAm0/px0Dnxzh6wM/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275310233773764834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqtTQRcOI/AAAAAAAAAm0/px0Dnxzh6wM/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2986614544080648957?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2986614544080648957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2986614544080648957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2986614544080648957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2986614544080648957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-be-thankful.html' title='To Be Thankful'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/STWqugO6ETI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zi_kd0uTm0g/s72-c/DSC01277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1534809494225194040</id><published>2008-11-17T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:52:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Smile About</title><content type='html'>So I do realize my last post wasn't very uplifting, but it helped me feel better to vent a bit so thanks to all of you who listened or should I say read.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy the past few weeks running here and there and trying not to pull my hair out. Chasing a 2 year old is more work then I could ever imagine. But I wouldn't change it for the world. When I think of all the funny and cute things she does every day it brings a smile to my face and helps me to realize that life is much bigger then my silly little problems.&lt;br /&gt;We were able to go to Kangaroo Zoo with my BFF Kacy Jo and her beautiful daughter Hadley last Tuesday. The girls are becoming such good friends. Olivia can't stop talking about how she played with Haddie. She even grabs my phone a few hundred times a day and carries on this conversation: "Hi Haddie! Yeah I love you too! Okay let's play....Bye!" I can't believe how fast my baby is growing up. Everyday she looks older and wiser and comes up with the smartest things to say. I'm just trying to soak every minute in and when times get tough I try to remind myself that time will pass much to fast.&lt;br /&gt;I am now 24 weeks pregnant! And this baby boy is going to come out walking I swear. I thought Olivia was active but this guy hasn't stopped moving since last week. He's very strong and more then a few times I've thought for sure he has ruptured a major organ. I am enjoying this pregnancy so much. I remember when I was pregnant with Olivia I hated every moment. This time around I of course have my bad days but I'm trying so hard to enjoy this feeling of him moving around in there and my very fast expanding belly. I may not feel this way in a month or so but for now I'm trying to enjoy it. How lucky am I too be able to experience this?? There is nothing that compares to it.&lt;br /&gt;What else is new?? Friday my sweet father-in-law treated me and some of the grand kids to Madagascar II. He even bought me my own large popcorn because if you know me at all you know I don't share popcorn and yes I can eat a large one by myself :-) Olivia loved the movie but I think she loved chasing cousin Macey around even more. Saturday we took her to Discovery Gateway. I of course forgot my camera so no cute pictures to post but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am going to post a picture Kacy took for me on Tuesday. Yes I know you probably have seen it on Kacy's blog but I think it's beautiful and thank you Kacy for being responsible and photographing my daughter for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SSHXpXcbcQI/AAAAAAAAAms/lvnNWfYy8uc/s1600-h/hadley+%26+Olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730144668053762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SSHXpXcbcQI/AAAAAAAAAms/lvnNWfYy8uc/s400/hadley+%26+Olivia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since Olivia is constently saying new things I'm going to type a few down so I can remember. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*LET ME HELP YOU! (this means let me do it myself or I'm going to throw a fit!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*OH NO! WHAT'M I GONNA DO? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I LOOK SO PRETTY DON'T I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*DAMNIT! (I have no idea where she would learn something like that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*CUZ  example: "Olivia why don't you want to go to the store?"......... "Cuz I don't want to go to the store"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I SO LOVE YOU (melts my heart everytime) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1534809494225194040?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1534809494225194040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1534809494225194040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1534809494225194040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1534809494225194040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-to-smile-about.html' title='Something To Smile About'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SSHXpXcbcQI/AAAAAAAAAms/lvnNWfYy8uc/s72-c/hadley+%26+Olivia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1429957057946524806</id><published>2008-11-05T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:13:58.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have Missed Me</title><content type='html'>So I have kind of been avoiding blogging lately. Not that I haven't had much to talk about but because I didn't want to bring everyone down with me. I don't know what my problem is. Just mad at the world. Why?? Really couldn't tell you it's just something that happens to me usually around this time of year. Even though I love this time of year I guess I know that Christmas is coming and winter is coming and I just don't enjoy either. So I will try to keep this happy and upbeat but I'm not going to promise much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing a lot of fun family things this month. My mom and I took Olivia to The Scarecrow Festival at Thanksgiving Point, Olivia got to visit the Pumpkin Patch a few times, We went to Gardner Village and checked out all the witches, and we also took Olivia to the pumpkin walk in Syracuse (really fun). She had a great Halloween. My mom &amp;amp; I took her on Front Runner for the first time. We rode down to my moms work and did some trick-or-treating there. She thought the train was fun but it made me feel very sick. Then she went to daddy's work and got to see her two buddies Mike and John. Later that evening we went trick-or-treating up and down my moms street. I don't like my neighborhood much so we stuck to my moms neighborhood. She loved it! She would walk right up to the front doors and say "trick or treat!!" She got a lot of candy but I'm really lucky she doesn't really have a sweet tooth so I think she's had one of the candy's so far. We were gone all day on Halloween and we've been so busy running here and there that I didn't even get a picture of her in her costume. She went as Abby Caddaby (of course). She spotted the costume at the store and freaked out. She still asks to wear it and I promise one of these days I'll get off my butt and get a picture to post because she does look cute. Except everyone kept asking, "um so what is she???" Well people need to start watching Sesame Street I guess...sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so what else has been going on?? Well I turned 28 and Cody turned 28 as well. We had quiet birthdays this year but they were nice anyway. Cody took me to see Thriller for my birthday and it was awesome as usual! If anyone has the chance to see it I highly suggest it next year. I have been running from one doctor appointment to the next and that keeps me busy. Also Olivia started gymnastics every Tuesday morning and she is loving it. I'm so impressed at how well she is doing. She loves to hang on the bars and jump on the tramp it's so fun to watch. Our sweet dog Bazil is in the hospital today getting a tumor removed from her side. She is expected to make a full recovery but it's hard for me to think of her getting cut up and being all alone. We are suppose to find out if the cancer has spread in the next couple of days but I have high hopes I am not ready to lose her yet and I'm sure she isn't ready to leave us yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?? Man I could go on and on I've been lonely. I finished the last of the twilight books last night. So this is for all you fans out there: I don't know if it is my mood or what but I found myself thoroughly annoyed by Bella and Edward almost the whole time. I mean Bella can't stop talking about how happy she is and I can't help thinking, Okay well I'd be happy too if I was a billionaire, beautiful, and all I had to worry about was how to keep my hands off my husband for a few minutes. Don't get me wrong I loved the book and I'm happy that things worked out mostly for Jacob :-) But really nobody can live up to those expectations that's not how life is and maybe I love the books because secretly (not so secretly) I dream that my life could be that damn easy, romantic, and exciting. But anyway I love Jake I think he's hilarious and a beautiful guy. That's all I have to say about that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday was my good friend Lori's birthday. She lives in Colorado and I miss her a lot. I can't wait until she comes to visit for awhile I need some laughs and she always makes me smile. So happy late birthday Lori I love you much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a bunch of pictures to get you caught up. I probably should've made a slide show but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt2JIRdsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/2kRMBSVCNLM/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250953792157378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt2JIRdsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/2kRMBSVCNLM/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia and Cody carved a pumpkin together. Olivia had fun scooping out all the seeds she had to say "GROSS!" with every scoop. She was proud of the finished product. So was Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt19FQoOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/POOYlnn1nfQ/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250950558294242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt19FQoOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/POOYlnn1nfQ/s320/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt1a__mWI/AAAAAAAAAmU/__L_q0IjWfg/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250941409401186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt1a__mWI/AAAAAAAAAmU/__L_q0IjWfg/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHteuANuCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/LI0yOc5hpug/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250551373608994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHteuANuCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/LI0yOc5hpug/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite pumpkin at the pumpkin walk. Of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHteZiVZUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/F1xXn67VFAk/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250545879573826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHteZiVZUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/F1xXn67VFAk/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHtd9vd60I/AAAAAAAAAl8/2udRXn0_4Zo/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250538418465602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHtd9vd60I/AAAAAAAAAl8/2udRXn0_4Zo/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Olivia in the petting zoo at Gardner Village. She was terrified. This is the only picture of her not clinging on to me for dear life. I was sad because I thought she'd love being up close with the animals. She did love these baby pigs though and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHtdr6ymHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dUGo3iwQQTQ/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250533634119794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHtdr6ymHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/dUGo3iwQQTQ/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again Olivia was clinging on to me. "Scarry Witch!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHtdcQhpnI/AAAAAAAAAls/fhNRUsrtMqQ/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265250529430316658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHtdcQhpnI/AAAAAAAAAls/fhNRUsrtMqQ/s320/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHswVUbwrI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iQ4vdZF_B5k/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265249754473546418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHswVUbwrI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iQ4vdZF_B5k/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my mom trying to get Olivia to pet the horse at Thanksgiving Pointe. She would get close and then start screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHswElfODI/AAAAAAAAAlc/muDe0ihm3EA/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265249749981673522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHswElfODI/AAAAAAAAAlc/muDe0ihm3EA/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the only scarecrows at the festival. I'm not really sure why they call it the Scarecrow Festival anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHsvyor9vI/AAAAAAAAAlU/b_gEI1jBixg/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265249745163253490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHsvyor9vI/AAAAAAAAAlU/b_gEI1jBixg/s320/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHsvtoSsUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZzvZvkVPMVM/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265249743819419970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHsvtoSsUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ZzvZvkVPMVM/s320/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collin and Olivia at the Pumpkin Patch. She still asks me if we can call Sophie and Collin and go to the Pumpkin Patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHsvT2GciI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vPH92eoQ14k/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265249736898015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHsvT2GciI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vPH92eoQ14k/s320/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/5137716218062822543-1429957057946524806?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1429957057946524806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1429957057946524806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1429957057946524806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1429957057946524806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-have-missed-me.html' title='If You Have Missed Me'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SRHt2JIRdsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/2kRMBSVCNLM/s72-c/DSC01256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-7968991763712995593</id><published>2008-10-07T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:01:13.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Fall</title><content type='html'>Well finally fall has arrived! This time of year brings me so much happiness. I love the beautiful fall colors, the crisp air, pumpkins, candy, and getting out all my comfy sweaters. I always wonder why I love fall so much because soon after comes winter which immediately makes me depressed. But for now I am enjoying every minute of this month. And finally we have the cooler weather to enjoy. Sunday we drove up to Snowbasin and took a hike in the beautiful leaves and sloshy mud. It was so much fun and was a much needed outing. If anybody ever wants to know what I would like for my birthday the answer is, "a beautiful fall hike with my family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also say that getting out of the house makes me realize how blessed I am. My poor husband gets the brunt of all my anger and I thank him for putting up with me as well as he does. He is truly my best friend and I had such a blast hiking with him and singing Dixie Chicks with him on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our favorite pictures. Cody is getting really good at the photography too so I guess it's time for me to take some classes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-I4siarI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vEqDRU3_AiA/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502450125236914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-I4siarI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vEqDRU3_AiA/s320/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-JDH3JkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LlvOtKv0S0Q/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502452924196418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-JDH3JkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/LlvOtKv0S0Q/s320/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-JVy6-YI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FLxFD4-Sn0o/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502457936640386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-JVy6-YI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FLxFD4-Sn0o/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-JiERr-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/FFqiN6wR-iE/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502461230657506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-JiERr-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/FFqiN6wR-iE/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody, My Dad, And Brother have been doing a lot of back packing this year. I'm glad that they all enjoy doing this together. They took a trip up to Cliff Lake a few weeks ago and Cody took some good pictures of that as well. Maybe one day I'll get up the courage to hike with them but for now I have the pictures to enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_SPh7v4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/YV8KZNArGPk/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503710385225602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_SPh7v4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/YV8KZNArGPk/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Cody's "Self Portrait" He said he took it in case he didn't make it back. Anyway I think he looks cute. Or should I say handsome? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_Sd1ZKJI/AAAAAAAAAks/5jAGhB-hVP8/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503714224941202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_Sd1ZKJI/AAAAAAAAAks/5jAGhB-hVP8/s400/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently the fish don't get very big because of the high altitude. Or at least that was the excuse I was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_SjpcoeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dWPhH6GjpiE/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503715785449954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_SjpcoeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dWPhH6GjpiE/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_S2k3dFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3N72WiZWtZU/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503720866509906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu_S2k3dFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3N72WiZWtZU/s400/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-7968991763712995593?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7968991763712995593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=7968991763712995593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7968991763712995593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7968991763712995593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-fall.html' title='Finally Fall'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SOu-I4siarI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vEqDRU3_AiA/s72-c/DSC01141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2925417308756091303</id><published>2008-09-22T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:15:55.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me and My Mom</title><content type='html'>For my moms birthday this year, I thought it would be fun to buy her tickets to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuachan&lt;/span&gt; in St. George. So this weekend her and I made the trip down there. It was such a fun little getaway. It was the first time I have left Olivia over night but I knew she was in good hands with Cody. I really needed a little time away from her actually. I do love her so much but being pregnant and trying to keep up with a 2 year old is making me a beast.  So we left Saturday (early) morning and got to St. George around 1. It has been such a long time since I have been to St. George I can't believe how much it has changed. We shopped, and shopped, and shopped some more. Then Saturday night we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuachan&lt;/span&gt; to see Les Miserables. Holy Crap! It was amazing. I suggest anyone who can see it do so. Seeing a play outside against the beautiful red rock canyon is something I will never forget. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for everyone else I forgot my camera so just close your eyes and imagine it I guess. The play even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exceeded&lt;/span&gt; my expectations and brought me to tears more then once (not that it's hard to do right now). Then on Sunday we did even more shopping and headed home. We both ate like we had never ate before and I don't regret a single calorie I put in my mouth or the pounds that I gained. It has been such a long time since my mom and I have been able to get away just the two of us and it was perfect. I am so grateful to have a mom that doubles as my best friend. She's amazing in so many ways and I thank her for a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2925417308756091303?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2925417308756091303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2925417308756091303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2925417308756091303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2925417308756091303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-me-and-my-mom.html' title='Just Me and My Mom'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6833329865136934400</id><published>2008-09-16T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:33:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A................</title><content type='html'>Well we went to the Dr. yesterday and found out that we are having a baby boy! Even though I have known since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; that it's a boy it was still so great to see the little guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' around in there. We are totally excited and now we have 5 months to fight about what to name him. So if anybody has any suggestions we are open to them. The middle name has already been decided, Manuel. Yes I know it's a little different but it's the name that is on Cody's birth certificate and he would really like to use it and even though I don't love the name I know it has a very deep meaning for Cody so we're going to make it work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6833329865136934400?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6833329865136934400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6833329865136934400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6833329865136934400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6833329865136934400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/09/its.html' title='IT&apos;S A................'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1667581132960476368</id><published>2008-09-02T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:59:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVING FUN</title><content type='html'>Well the Labor Day weekend came and went so fast. We did a lot of fun things and it always makes me sad when a weekend is over and Cody has to go back to work and I have to go back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Friday my mom &amp;amp; I (and Olivia) took our annual trip up to Swiss Days in Midway. It was a lot of fun but it was a very long, hot day. After shopping all day at Swiss Days we also stopped by the Park City outlets and picked up Olivia a bunch of cute clothes. So we didn't get home until 9:30 that evening. We started sorting our stuff out of the car and I realized that the baby sling that I bought at Swiss Days was nowhere to be found. Now I don't know if it was all the sun I got that day, lack of sleep, tired feet, or hormones but I lost it. I started bawling uncontrollably like I had just lost my wedding ring. We did a double check of bags and came to the conclusion that it must have fallen out of the stroller somehow or somebody took it. Either way I cried all night long. It's not like it was that expensive but expensive enough to somebody who rarely has money. So imagine my surprise when my perfect dad called me Saturday morning from Swiss Days. He had driven all the way up there, fought of hoards of crazy women just to buy me another damn baby sling. I just couldn't believe he would do that for me. I mean I never would have asked but he went up there willingly and later said, "I actually enjoyed it, I wish I would've had more time to shop!" Honestly just wanted to share that story because he is such a wonderful dad he made my whole weekend by doing that for me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay on with it Tiff. Saturday evening we drove up above the B to have a fire with a friend from Cody's work. It was so much fun! The storm was starting to roll in so we were able to watch all the lightning from on top of the mountain and Olivia got to roll around in dirt, eat marshmallows, and boss a little boy around.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were able to have Cody's family over for a BBQ. Nothing else makes me realize how small my house is then having his entire huge family over. It was a lot of fun though and we don't get together very often so it was nice to have that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun weekend and I loved the storms. I'm definitely not ready for winter but the cooler weather is feeling so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Okay what did I leave out???? OH!!! Saturday morning my little girl pooped in the big toilet for the first time! She always tells me she has to go potty but I normally ignore her. So Saturday I put her on the toilet and a big surprise! I of course started crying (again) and laughing and called everyone I could think of to let them know. We rewarded her by going out and letting her pick her own potty and some big girl undies. Yes I know it will be a long while until she is ready to say goodbye to diapers but I just want to get her excited about the potty. Of course she picked out the potty that plays the most annoying music humanly possible. So all day long she pushes the button and dances around the potty. Still haven't had any luck getting her to use it how it's suppose to be used. Silly girl! I'm amazed at how much she is growing up. She's not a baby anymore and it breaks my heart, but I love being able to actually have a conversation with her it makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SL2nYGMglLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lmow1Z91XSo/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241529573750903986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SL2nYGMglLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lmow1Z91XSo/s400/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So she picked out this Tu-Tu at Swiss Days and hasn't taken' it off since. She likes to put it on and dance around her new potty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SL2nYeEDW_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/ApX_IpskrqU/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241529580157885426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SL2nYeEDW_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/ApX_IpskrqU/s400/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another new favorite of Olivia's is climbing into the sink, getting as much soap as possible and washing her hands over, and over, and over. I left her too long this time and she got sick of washing her hands and decided to wash the mirror instead. She was really proud of herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1667581132960476368?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1667581132960476368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1667581132960476368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1667581132960476368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1667581132960476368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-fun.html' title='HAVING FUN'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SL2nYGMglLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lmow1Z91XSo/s72-c/DSC01037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6982648769732188675</id><published>2008-08-20T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:25:12.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Well I know it has been forever since my last post. I'd like to blame it on the fact that my Internet hasn't been working, but who are we kidding? Even if my Internet was working the fact is I'm pretty lazy. So what have we been up to? Swimming, playing with friends, bike rides, going to the fair, visiting doctors, trying to take a lot of naps! See that's why I don't need to blog it's probably pretty boring stuff for most of you with exciting lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Saturday my Uncle Gary invited the fam up to his cabin in the Uintahs. It was a PERFECT day to be up there. So beautiful and cool enough for a jacket! I love spending time with Gary and his wife Leslie. They are so layed back and fun to talk to. Olivia had fun following Nic, Bampa, and Gary around. Here are some fun pictures of the day. Also I can not take credit for the pictures. Nic took them all and was sweet enough to share them. He's becoming quite the photographer I guess he got all the talent in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfOi3aBI/AAAAAAAAAak/BOroEgU4t-o/s1600-h/gary%27s+cabin+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236712735809955858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfOi3aBI/AAAAAAAAAak/BOroEgU4t-o/s320/gary%27s+cabin+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Olivia showing off their red liquorice tongues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfRTEsII/AAAAAAAAAas/2TULsQPYrOU/s1600-h/gary%27s+cabin+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236712736549023874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfRTEsII/AAAAAAAAAas/2TULsQPYrOU/s320/gary%27s+cabin+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad never stops smiling when Olivia is around. I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfvm-y5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/3Nr3GS3JMEY/s1600-h/gary%27s+cabin+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236712744685587346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfvm-y5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/3Nr3GS3JMEY/s320/gary%27s+cabin+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Gary talking to Olivia about life. If anybody wonders what side of the family she got her curly hair from your question has been answered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKgIqraLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HxIC8EenNM0/s1600-h/gary%27s+cabin+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236712751411980466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKgIqraLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HxIC8EenNM0/s320/gary%27s+cabin+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia grabbed her fishing pole, looked over her shoulder and said, "Bye I'm goin' fishin'!" And off she went across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6982648769732188675?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6982648769732188675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6982648769732188675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6982648769732188675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6982648769732188675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SKyKfOi3aBI/AAAAAAAAAak/BOroEgU4t-o/s72-c/gary%27s+cabin+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1149240130774870482</id><published>2008-08-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:10:48.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Hair</title><content type='html'>On Thursday Olivia got her first hair cut. She was growing a tail and I finally realized it needed to be stopped. My BFF Kacy did the cutting and she did a great job. Especially since Olivia had a hard time keeping her head still. Olivia loves Kacy so much. Every morning she asks, "Where's Kacy Jo?" Every time Olivia knows Kacy is close by she has to call her name over &amp;amp; over until Kacy responds. I'm sure it gets annoying but Kacy is always so sweet. Olivia loved her hair cut and that night she kept rubbing her head and saying, "Pretty hair huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the hair cut Kacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYIQLg9zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/yntWMS93l84/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324178554517298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYIQLg9zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/yntWMS93l84/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYIqBK5qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/n9xOwWYoYRc/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324185490450082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYIqBK5qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/n9xOwWYoYRc/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYI0IxpZI/AAAAAAAAAac/SRFKeH5A_VA/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324188206704018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYI0IxpZI/AAAAAAAAAac/SRFKeH5A_VA/s320/DSC01026.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/5137716218062822543-1149240130774870482?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1149240130774870482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1149240130774870482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1149240130774870482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1149240130774870482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/08/pretty-hair.html' title='Pretty Hair'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SJXYIQLg9zI/AAAAAAAAAaM/yntWMS93l84/s72-c/DSC01024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3735519613131211780</id><published>2008-08-03T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:58:45.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>Well by now I'm sure most of my blog buddies know that Olivia is going to be a big sister! We found out on July 3rd and it's been so very hard to keep it a secret. We were able to get an ultra-sound last Wednesday and that made things seem a little more real. My due date is March 6th although I'm sure I will be started a couple weeks early due to the fact I have big babies. Olivia still doesn't really understand but when I ask her where mommies baby is she points to my stomach and says, "right there!" I can't wait to see how she does at being a big sister. I'd like to say thanks to my friends who listened to me complain about how long it was taking to get pregnant. I'm sure they got sick of hearing me talk about it but they helped me through it a lot more then they know. So thank you for all your support!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a picture but it isn't that great so I'll wait until the baby is a little bigger then a peanut to post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3735519613131211780?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3735519613131211780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3735519613131211780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3735519613131211780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3735519613131211780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/08/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5502211450584867769</id><published>2008-07-22T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:42:04.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXFX0YkiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oUM6OFXc-K8/s1600-h/cd+label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226030536158908962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXFX0YkiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oUM6OFXc-K8/s320/cd+label.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday my baby girl turned 2! I don't think I've accepted the fact that she is growing up quite yet. From a chubby little newborn in the NICU to a fun loving 2 year old. She is a 2 year old in every sense of the word. She's in to everything, throwing tantrums daily, and fighting to be independent. We had such a fun birthday party for her last night. We had pizza and a Abby Caddaby cake. I'm always amazed at how loved she is. We have the best family and friends in the world and I know she is so appreciative of everyone who came to celebrate her big day with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXFgIP1wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/u8J2K143QmE/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226030538389706498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXFgIP1wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/u8J2K143QmE/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Sells gave her a trampoline just her size. She was nervous at first but loves it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXF67yvTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/pMf_mfnIovs/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226030545585225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXF67yvTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/pMf_mfnIovs/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candles on her Abby cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXGSX6-yI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/p1y5ePorn-o/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226030551877221154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXGSX6-yI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/p1y5ePorn-o/s320/DSC01022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cruisin' in the pink Jeep. Cody wouldn't leave Toys R Us without this Jeep. She is still learning how to use it but she loves cruisin' around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaYg4tuGvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ZiVee707eZA/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226032108357425906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaYg4tuGvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ZiVee707eZA/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun Facts About Olivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAVORITE FOODS: Macoroni &amp;amp; Cheese, Cheese, Fruit, Cheetos&lt;br /&gt;*FREQUENTLY USED PHRASES: "Rowdy shut-up I've had it!!" "Mom I hold you!" "MOM!!" "That's Mine!" "That's Lia's" (that's Olivia's).&lt;br /&gt;*FAVORITE THING TO DO: Play with her dolls, go swimming, and play outside.&lt;br /&gt;*FAVORITE THING TO WATCH: Elmo, Abby, anyone on Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Olivia. Happy 2nd Birthday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5502211450584867769?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5502211450584867769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5502211450584867769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5502211450584867769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5502211450584867769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-big-girl.html' title='My Big Girl'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SIaXFX0YkiI/AAAAAAAAAZc/oUM6OFXc-K8/s72-c/cd+label.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1481795971664962462</id><published>2008-07-07T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:47:38.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY JULY 4TH!!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone enjoyed their 4th this year! It is becoming one of my favorite holidays. I'm not sure why I like it so much. Maybe it's the mass amount of BBQ food I get to eat, or the nice hot weather, or the fireworks. Either way I love it more every year and this year was no acception. We went to the Kaysville parade on Friday afternoon with my BFF Kacy Jo and her family. I thought Olivia would be a little more interested then she was. She was too worried about where Hadley was the whole time. She did like the horses but that's the only time she showed real excitement. That evening we went to a BBQ at my mother-in-laws house. It was so much fun and I enjoyed stuffing my face. I get such a kick out of watching Olivia run around after her cousins. She's still the youngest so they are all nice enough to help her act like an older kid. We watched the Davis firework show that night. They were beautiful. Olivia didn't really care about them either. She watched a few go up and said, "PINK!" Then she was jumping on Uncle Nic the whole time. What a fun weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6Ay-UxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hsUJLUtS-nI/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359060024349458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6Ay-UxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hsUJLUtS-nI/s320/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6pqLvRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fW6mbVR8HtI/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359070993333522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6pqLvRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fW6mbVR8HtI/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6wC1d5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Av3clcYY8d4/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359072707344274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6wC1d5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Av3clcYY8d4/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia kept kissing and hugging Hadley but the camera man was not fast enough to capture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw7G2XbII/AAAAAAAAAY8/iTPSbpxpWQ0/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359078829059202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw7G2XbII/AAAAAAAAAY8/iTPSbpxpWQ0/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia loved doing sparklers but she scared everyone a few times. She wasn't sure what end she was suppose to grab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw7sMWrTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Dw-P9_Ce1fw/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359088853396786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw7sMWrTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Dw-P9_Ce1fw/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Nic tokin' it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJxkBYSHFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cSlKG8E85OQ/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359781735341138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJxkBYSHFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cSlKG8E85OQ/s320/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Brose, Little Nathan, Abby, and Olivia. Olivia would not leave Abby alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJxkrM6-_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/39GOSK2tVxw/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359792961977330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJxkrM6-_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/39GOSK2tVxw/s320/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My goofy dad. Or bampa as Olivia calls him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1481795971664962462?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1481795971664962462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1481795971664962462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1481795971664962462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1481795971664962462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-july-4th.html' title='HAPPY JULY 4TH!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SHJw6Ay-UxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hsUJLUtS-nI/s72-c/DSC00978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-469680170217269238</id><published>2008-06-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:20:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'MORE PLEASE!!</title><content type='html'>Last night our friends Ashley and Dave invited us up to Mueler Park for some hot dog roasting and s'more making. It was a blast! Olivia had so much fun playing with their daughter Kelsey. I don't think either of them stopped moving the whole time. Olivia got to throw rocks into the raging river (scary to me), and helped Ashley roast the hot dogs. I think when you are little the amount of dirt you are covered in determins how much fun you had. And if that is the case Olivia had tons of fun. She was filthy and loving every minute of it. I love watching Olivia play with her friends she is such a social little thing when she wants to be. The whole ride home Olivia kept saying (over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over) Kelsey, Fun! Kelsey, Fun! It's nice to get out and see friends. And it made me really ready for a camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHq01r2DI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7L2BtiZ82pY/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528644535638066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHq01r2DI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7L2BtiZ82pY/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye, Bye! The girls thought it was hilarious to take off on the trail as fast as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHqwXu4yI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yUp-Pss-Zd0/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528643336266530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHqwXu4yI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yUp-Pss-Zd0/s320/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHrVbnkQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5zPjfd6X214/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528653284675842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHrVbnkQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5zPjfd6X214/s320/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia's first s'more. She was interested for about 5 seconds. I think it was too exciting to have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHrknfg2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/LFmg621hZ9k/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528657361011554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHrknfg2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/LFmg621hZ9k/s320/DSC00970.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/5137716218062822543-469680170217269238?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/469680170217269238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=469680170217269238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/469680170217269238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/469680170217269238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/06/smore-please.html' title='S&apos;MORE PLEASE!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SGFHq01r2DI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7L2BtiZ82pY/s72-c/DSC00956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-7138777804241016895</id><published>2008-06-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:31:44.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Beautiful</title><content type='html'>All to often I find myself thinking or saying, "I'll be happy when we have more money", "when I lose 5 lbs." , "when we're out of debt","when we have a bigger house" ,"when we have another baby." Well in my on-going battle to better myself, I have decided to stop saying "maybe when" and it actually worked! I had one of the best weekends. Nothing out of the ordinary happened but I found myself enjoying the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went on a bike ride. Being on my bike gives me an absolute freedom that I cannot find anywhere else. On my bike nobody is judging me, I don't feel the need to please, and the only sound I pay attention to is the wheels as they move me forward. I can't believe I waited so long to get a bike it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; a part of me I was missing. I know that sounds silly but I'm sure anyone who has a hobby that they feel passionate about can appreciate what I'm trying to say. I also love riding because I get to spend time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;. I love how he encourages me even when I know I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waaaayyy&lt;/span&gt; to slow for him. Still he peddles slowly and stays with me.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I got to spend time with my mom. Watching my mom giggle while Olivia ate ice cream made me smile. My mother has a hard time showing emotion so to see her express happiness with Olivia makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;That evening me, Cody, &amp;amp; Olivia decided to picnic at the park. Simple as it was I was so happy. I sat on our blanket and watched Olivia and Cody chase the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;segals&lt;/span&gt; away from our dinner. Olivia looked at Cody with so much love it reminded me why I married him.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took a ride up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uintahs&lt;/span&gt;. We ended up running into my dad and grandma up at Trial Lake. What a beautiful day!! The lake was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sparkling&lt;/span&gt;, the sun was shining, and the fish were biting. Cody caught 3 he was so proud of himself it was great. I sat on the rocks and watched as Olivia chased my dad around yelling, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bampa&lt;/span&gt;!!"  My dad was smiling ear to ear.  My grandma has had a really hard time in the last 5 years. So to see her happy and smiling always makes me feel wonderful. It was a perfect day and weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I realize this isn't an exciting post. No cute Olivia pictures but I felt the need to express my gratitude for all these simply beautiful things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-7138777804241016895?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7138777804241016895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=7138777804241016895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7138777804241016895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7138777804241016895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/06/simply-beautiful.html' title='Simply Beautiful'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3169411287529411826</id><published>2008-06-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:21:07.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While We Were Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwrdsV3YKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PQwol0-kfXU/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214090257707262114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwrdsV3YKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PQwol0-kfXU/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while we were gone, my baby brother had his 23rd birthday. WoW! I can't believe he's that old. It's weird because I stay the same age and everyone younger then me just keeps catching up. He trully is the best brother a girl could ask for. He helps me out anytime I need anything. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's also single and looking so if anyone knows a single girl push her our way she'd be lucky to have him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Ya little Bro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I'm not forgetting fathers day either. Happy Father's Day to all the dads in my life. I wouldn't be the person I am without their influence. I hope Olivia will have as much love and admiration for her father as I have for mine. He is the best man I've ever met and will ever meet. I love you dearly dad! (even though you don't have internet and won't see this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwsVBm3_LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vbhR8PCxR3Y/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214091208308554930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwsVBm3_LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vbhR8PCxR3Y/s400/DSC00030.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/5137716218062822543-3169411287529411826?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3169411287529411826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3169411287529411826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3169411287529411826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3169411287529411826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-we-were-away.html' title='While We Were Away'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwrdsV3YKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PQwol0-kfXU/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4912393181140440634</id><published>2008-06-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:00:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C. and back again.....this is very long so get comfortable</title><content type='html'>Okay so we made it! I worried much about nothing as usual. The airplanes did not crash and we made it to D.C. and back to Utah alive. We had such a blast! I can't even describe how badly we needed this vacation, but it saved us in many ways. We did tons of walking, sight seeing, sweating, and eating. Vacations are great but it is nice to finally be home. It put a much needed smile on my face (after a 3 1/2 hour lay over in Texas, and a 2 1/2 hour flight) to pull up to our house and see the roses had bloomed and everything was still in one piece. We took millions of pictures but I'll just share some of my favorites from each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little bit of drama Wednesday night before we left. Olivia was up until 2:30 crying because she couldn't stop coughing and had a runny nose. I was crying right along with her, I had know idea what we were going to do. Luckily she was okay Thursday morning (though extremely tired) and right when the airplane started she was asleep. So I guess her being up the night before turned out to be a blessing. She was sleeping pretty much the whole flight. And she did well every flight we had. I had my moments when I was thinking about our funerals and everyone we would leave behind but I was brave and survived. We did arrive in D.C. on Thursday afternoon but we didn't take any pictures that day. We were too tired and basically got dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a busy day. We had a welcoming ceremony type thing that we went to in the morning. It was actually kind of neat to see how many Interstate Batteries there are all over the country. And even now in different countries. Cody's office won an award for the most specialty batteries sold which was pretty cool. Of course I forgot my camera so I didn't get pictures of that but it was cool. Later that day we went to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. That was so awesome! It is so big and so much to do. We were there for a few hours and didn't see hardly anything. We then had a dinner with all the Utah people. That was delicious! Then we decided to go see all the memorials. Because we heard they were neat to see in the dark. They were beautiful and I enjoyed it much, much more then I ever imagined I would. The Lincoln memorial was my favorite. I've always been fascinated with Lincoln and seeing that memorial was just so unreal. All the memorials really made me so grateful for those who have fought for our country. It was a very long day! We didn't get back to the hotel until 11:30. We were all exhausted. My feet have never hurt so bad. But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3UFL2II/AAAAAAAAATc/hXKzhAlV-dY/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214069807150520450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3UFL2II/AAAAAAAAATc/hXKzhAlV-dY/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at the Smithsonian. There is a elephant about to walk over us but he didn't make it in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3pxLIAI/AAAAAAAAATk/tSxR9rOW-cA/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214069812972167170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3pxLIAI/AAAAAAAAATk/tSxR9rOW-cA/s400/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T-REX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3-lOq4I/AAAAAAAAATs/fdonZsrUxtA/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214069818559212418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3-lOq4I/AAAAAAAAATs/fdonZsrUxtA/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hope Diamond. I wanted to bring this home but they wouldn't let me. This picture doesn't do it any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY4ajPErI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U70bwxRVCrc/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214069826067042994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY4ajPErI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U70bwxRVCrc/s400/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia picking out her rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY4h03AUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aCyM72bgbvk/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214069828020011330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY4h03AUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aCyM72bgbvk/s400/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Washington Monument &amp;amp; Reflection Pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbC3kmM0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/wtSgUP3Nd6U/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214072204679328578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbC3kmM0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/wtSgUP3Nd6U/s400/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have about 25 pictures of Lincoln. And pictures don't do him justice either. I was so surprised at how big this monument was. I have seen it so many times on TV or movies but in real life it is huge. About as tall as our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbDLyQJNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/m2OdNSxhbMQ/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214072210105312466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbDLyQJNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/m2OdNSxhbMQ/s400/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbDgh4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ovLawm7t4Pg/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214072215673791538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbDgh4ZDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ovLawm7t4Pg/s400/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the WWII memorial. It is beautiful. Olivia was really upset that I wouldn't let her swim in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbD-IXy4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/vxhlGXamayc/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214072223619861378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwbD-IXy4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/vxhlGXamayc/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt; so if you are bored already I'm extremely sorry because that was just the first day. And I left out millions of pictures. Saturday we decided to go to Arlington and watch the changing of the guard. This was by far the hottest day I have ever experienced in my 27 years. I think it was only 85 degrees but the humidity had to be at least 80% it was miserable. I can't believe that the guards have to stand in that sun in full uniform like they do. It gave me a new found respect. They did a wreath ceremony while we were there which included playing taps. That brought me to tears it was so beautiful. After we survived the heat we got cleaned up and went to the Smithsonian Air &amp;amp; Space Museum for a big party. Interstate rented out the building for us and we had lots of good food and got to walk around. Once again we were there for a few hours and didn't get all the way through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-E04BVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9cmRZY7Ys9w/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214076520384431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-E04BVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9cmRZY7Ys9w/s400/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-T-kp4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vsJrqrdvFnU/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214076524451637122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-T-kp4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vsJrqrdvFnU/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-5KF30I/AAAAAAAAAU0/MYkEJ-4ha_o/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214076534432063298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-5KF30I/AAAAAAAAAU0/MYkEJ-4ha_o/s400/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-99s0mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_EGy0KWLR2M/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214076535722267234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwe-99s0mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_EGy0KWLR2M/s400/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures of the party at the Smithsonian Air &amp;amp; Space Museum. I warned you this would be a long post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg80ccWOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bBUnn_U6QCA/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214078697830373602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg80ccWOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bBUnn_U6QCA/s400/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg93zspfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4qMBq_IR1Ig/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214078715913086450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg93zspfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4qMBq_IR1Ig/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wright Brothers Plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg_GWcI-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/kB3tUm9Cnrw/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214078736996770786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg_GWcI-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/kB3tUm9Cnrw/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg_jmnt9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/0bLBDj1Qk_I/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214078744849266642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwg_jmnt9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/0bLBDj1Qk_I/s400/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on to Sunday! Sunday we had a nice brunch then we decided to go to the National Zoo. It was HUGE! I have only been to little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hogle&lt;/span&gt; Zoo. And this was so big! We were there all day and we missed a big section of animals. But it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwijZEHJCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HpSdA4zGja0/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214080460007089186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwijZEHJCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HpSdA4zGja0/s400/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwijsXGq7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/fkA2PvNd1fU/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214080465187023794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwijsXGq7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/fkA2PvNd1fU/s400/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the crusty on Olivia's face?? She was convinced this bear was hers. Anytime another kid tried to touch the bear she would yell "NO MINE!! NO, NO, KIDS!" She through a fit when we had to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwij-Uw_II/AAAAAAAAAV0/2Vnv1Y4zmU8/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214080470009052290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwij-Uw_II/AAAAAAAAAV0/2Vnv1Y4zmU8/s400/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwikETGjpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-lppqHkKrHE/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214080471612690066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwikETGjpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-lppqHkKrHE/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't include a lot of pictures of the animals. But Olivia is fun to look at. If you want to see more animal pictures come to my house I'd be happy to do a slide show. Kacy I know how much you love my slide shows!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I swear I am almost done. But hasn't this been educational? Monday we made our way to the White House. That was really cool to see in person as well. We were also there when a motorcade stormed into the gates. We got that on video if anyone is interested. We went back to the Smithsonian Natural History to see more things. Then that night we had a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt; party at the hotel. They had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impersonators&lt;/span&gt; Tina Turner and Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been the real thing as far as I was concerned. I was screaming and dancing. Olivia was singing and clapping with me. It was awesome! Olivia also had fun dancing with the kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk5kxZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZygDaLAbMgA/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214083040130224850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk5kxZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZygDaLAbMgA/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk5232QkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jH7d7T86FVo/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214083044989092418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk5232QkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jH7d7T86FVo/s400/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so you are probably thinking...What does this picture have to do with The White House? Well nothing actually. But I think Olivia looks beautiful in it. This was by far the hardest day for her. She had just finished throwing a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tantrum&lt;/span&gt; and Cody snapped this picture. Makes you think she's incapable of throwing fits doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk6I646pI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KcRQMicOe0w/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214083049833687698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk6I646pI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KcRQMicOe0w/s400/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Giraffe at the Smithsonian. Olivia was terrified. She thought all the animals were real and about to eat us for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk6Hc4yvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Tp8bi73-rwo/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214083049439415026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwk6Hc4yvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Tp8bi73-rwo/s400/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is looking at the Polar Bear above her. Holding daddy tight because she didn't want Polar Bear to get her. She didn't seem to notice the big bear behind her. I told Cody to act like he was scared and he said that was lame. Oh well this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now The PARTY!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YIPEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!! We are almost done folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmkOgq5lI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NTtEt8S_fpc/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214084872400463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmkOgq5lI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NTtEt8S_fpc/s400/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia &amp;amp; Cody swing dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmkpXXGQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IasWuKxSXic/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214084879609174274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmkpXXGQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IasWuKxSXic/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped for. But it still makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmk3HpQdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ls0naBixu10/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214084883301351890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmk3HpQdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ls0naBixu10/s400/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tina singing her heart out. She didn't say anything but I'm sure I was the inspiration for her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmlHJ6j8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/9U0WMfnKwq8/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214084887605841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwmlHJ6j8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/9U0WMfnKwq8/s400/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dolly saying goodbye. She sang "I will always love you" just for me. I just know it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well if you made it through I am impressed. I will be quizzing everyone so I hope you were paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-4912393181140440634?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4912393181140440634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4912393181140440634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4912393181140440634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4912393181140440634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-so-we-made-it-i-worried-much-about.html' title='D.C. and back again.....this is very long so get comfortable'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SFwY3UFL2II/AAAAAAAAATc/hXKzhAlV-dY/s72-c/DSC00375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6478559825840005795</id><published>2008-06-10T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:08:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should be doing something productive</title><content type='html'>Well we leave for Washington D.C. early Thursday morning. I should be packing, cleaning my house, or doing something. But here I sit on my butt, a true example of my motivational short comings. I wish I could be more like my friends. Kacy would have created some awesome book to keep her daughter busy on the plane. She probably would've started it 6 months ago and had it ready to entertain. Jenny would probably have done research about Washington and found all the fun places to go with kids and planned out precisely how to get there, and what to do there. Then there is me, I'll start packing tomorrow evening and end up getting 2 hours of sleep and wonder why I'm in such a bad mood on the plane. I just wish I could be more organized and creative. Maybe I'll just take Olivia into the bathroom on the plane and let her play. That seems to be her favorite place to be anyway. She can shove toilet paper down the toilet and flush repeatedly while someone who actually needs to use the bathroom waits outside the door and wonders what is going on. That actually isn't a bad idea. I guess if I get desperate enough that will be my plan. That is of course if I survive the ride myself. I might need to be highly medicated. I'm terrified of flying. I've already pictured the plane bursting into flames as we all plummet to our death. So in case that happens I hope you all know I love you. We don't have wills written up so you'll just have to fight over all our many valuables (hee hee). Okay enough rambling I know we will be fine and it's going to be an awesome trip.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today I took Olivia to get pictures taken' for Father's day. You know I think she is beautiful everyday. But for some reason these pictures just really made me realize just how beautiful she is becoming. I can't believe something that perfect could come from 2 imperfect people. It's truly amazing. Right before we left I was gathering up our things when I went to grab her she was dipping her feet into the toilet water. I have no idea how she got on the toilet without falling in but there she was straddling the toilet and cooling off. Luckily she didn't get her outfit wet or it wouldn't have been as cute or funny. I know the pictures are going to be hard to see but I had to share some of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e0sodqhI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qge9DbTd8GM/s1600-h/OLIVIA+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346815829682706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e0sodqhI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qge9DbTd8GM/s400/OLIVIA+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e0gzPt5I/AAAAAAAAATM/w5_fefVi_-o/s1600-h/OLIVIA+CUTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346812653680530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e0gzPt5I/AAAAAAAAATM/w5_fefVi_-o/s400/OLIVIA+CUTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e04SJJhI/AAAAAAAAATU/4Sd8w36QGH4/s1600-h/MOMMY+%26+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346818957288978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e04SJJhI/AAAAAAAAATU/4Sd8w36QGH4/s400/MOMMY+%26+ME.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/5137716218062822543-6478559825840005795?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6478559825840005795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6478559825840005795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6478559825840005795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6478559825840005795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/06/should-be-doing-something-productive.html' title='Should be doing something productive'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SE7e0sodqhI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qge9DbTd8GM/s72-c/OLIVIA+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3440060305100178205</id><published>2008-05-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:32:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOUNCE! BOUNCE!</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday my friend Jenny invited Olivia and I to go to Kangaroo Zoo in North Salt Lake. It's a fun place with a bunch of inflatable bouncy toys. We had allot of fun bouncing. It took Olivia a little while to get comfortable with all the big inflatable dinosaurs and scary tiger but she had fun climbing all over the place. We even got her to go down a few slides (we didn't really give her a chance to say no). Poor Jenny had to climb up the ladder with Olivia because I am so uncoordinated I kept falling. Jenny has more energy then I do and she's pregnant. She's awesome I wish I could keep up like she does. It was so much fun to go out and do something different and try to get Olivia to be more daring. When we got home that afternoon Olivia kept saying, "fun mom, fun!" And when her daddy got home she had to tell him that she had fun bouncing. I got a few pictures but it was hard to get any really good shots because the kids were having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh4EL4fxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/g82bnDl7Gqg/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206268785064443666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh4EL4fxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/g82bnDl7Gqg/s200/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh4kL4fyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/INIAE4HtrgE/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206268793654378274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh4kL4fyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/INIAE4HtrgE/s200/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Down the slide they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh40L4fzI/AAAAAAAAASE/PdhK2DZ38ZM/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206268797949345586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh40L4fzI/AAAAAAAAASE/PdhK2DZ38ZM/s200/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a hit with the kids. The yellow cone blows air and holds the ball up in the air, then you can hit the ball with the bat. The kids couldn't stop fighting over who got the next turn. I was waiting for one of them to get hit in the head with the bat because they didn't really wait to start swingin'. Luckily nobody was hit. Maybe we have future t-ball stars on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh5EL4f0I/AAAAAAAAASM/SI3DtTNpY2Y/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206268802244312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh5EL4f0I/AAAAAAAAASM/SI3DtTNpY2Y/s200/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh5UL4f1I/AAAAAAAAASU/kz2EezRYk7w/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206268806539280210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh5UL4f1I/AAAAAAAAASU/kz2EezRYk7w/s200/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia taking time out from swinging to blow her hair. She thought this was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBj_EL4f2I/AAAAAAAAASc/EaeNglp2WWw/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206271104346783586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBj_EL4f2I/AAAAAAAAASc/EaeNglp2WWw/s200/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Handsome Collin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBkA0L4f3I/AAAAAAAAASk/2s1N2_nrdYI/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206271134411554674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBkA0L4f3I/AAAAAAAAASk/2s1N2_nrdYI/s200/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Olivia and Mr. Dinosaur finally becoming friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3440060305100178205?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3440060305100178205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3440060305100178205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3440060305100178205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3440060305100178205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/05/bounce-bounce.html' title='BOUNCE! BOUNCE!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBh4EL4fxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/g82bnDl7Gqg/s72-c/DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2231882755877421269</id><published>2008-05-30T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:06:19.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Get Bloggin'</title><content type='html'>Well I just looked at my blog and realized it's been quite awhile since my last post. We have been doing tons of yard work. It's hard to tell by the looks of our still pathetic looking yard but we have been working hard. Here is a few pictures of our weed infested garden. Yes The weeds are taller then little Olivia. It took Cody an entire Saturday to get them all pulled and the garden ready for planting. Of course we haven't actually planted anything yet but I think that's on the to-do-list this weekend. Hopefully pumpkins and raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBbiUL4fvI/AAAAAAAAARk/I4Kv8HiBKeI/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261814332522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBbiUL4fvI/AAAAAAAAARk/I4Kv8HiBKeI/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBbikL4fwI/AAAAAAAAARs/8gX_DDIsnUU/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261818627489538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBbikL4fwI/AAAAAAAAARs/8gX_DDIsnUU/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about my daughter? She has entered the terrible 2 stage of life. There are some days when I think I can't handle another temper tantrum. Then there are days like today. She can always tell when I'm not feeling too happy. It's like she senses it and goes out of her way to make me smile. I pushed her around the house on her bus and she giggled so hard I thought she was going to pass out. When she stopped laughing she jumped into my lap and said, "thanks mom!" If that can't put a smile on my face then there is something wrong. I love her dearly even when she acts like a 2 year old. She grows more everyday I swear. She's starting to sound so much like a little girl. Her new favorite word is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weewacker&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weedwacker&lt;/span&gt;) which she says anytime she hears a lawn mower. She also likes to say, "How you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;'?" but before you answer she quickly replies, "Good." I could go on and on and on and on. Being a mom is hard work but what could be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2231882755877421269?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2231882755877421269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2231882755877421269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2231882755877421269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2231882755877421269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-get-bloggin.html' title='Better Get Bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SEBbiUL4fvI/AAAAAAAAARk/I4Kv8HiBKeI/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5049596969722570736</id><published>2008-05-07T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:27:32.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S NEW?!</title><content type='html'>Well I know all of you out there in blog world (the 2 people that actually read my blog) are probably just anxiously awaiting some new information about the ever so exciting lives of the Turmans. Hmmm I hate to disappoint but nothing is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put into words how happy this warm, beautiful weather makes me feel. I really had a miserable winter and being out working in my weed infested yard makes me smile. Olivia is loving being outside too. She helps me look for bugs and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SCICAyIxhmI/AAAAAAAAARU/5LRN9GYlxus/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197719132420802146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SCICAyIxhmI/AAAAAAAAARU/5LRN9GYlxus/s400/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome husband got me an early mother's day present Saturday. It's a new bike!! I've been researching and looking for one for a few months. I thought I'd have to wait another year to make a purchase but Cody made it happen. I have now joined the cool cycling club. I've been riding twice now. Nic seems pretty excited he calls me everyday to go on a ride. I didn't get to ride Monday but last night we took a 15 mile ride out west. It was fun although it will take me awhile to get my legs in shape. And it is hard to ride with super skinny Nic. He doesn't understand that people with fat on their bodies can't go 28 mph that easily. But it's good for me to have a trainer pushing me. I want to continue to cycle and get comfortable enough to make some really long rides. I love spending time with my little bro. He is so cool! Last week I was having a bad day and out of nowhere here comes Nic with some ice cream. What a sweetheart! Of course I'd never say that to his face but he knows I love him dearly and I can't wait to go on more adventures with him this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5049596969722570736?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5049596969722570736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5049596969722570736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5049596969722570736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5049596969722570736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-new.html' title='WHAT&apos;S NEW?!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SCICAyIxhmI/AAAAAAAAARU/5LRN9GYlxus/s72-c/DSC00335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-9152704547006812974</id><published>2008-04-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:37:34.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgpyFBSNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8dTQaLcNd1U/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192897378780268754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgpyFBSNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8dTQaLcNd1U/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgrCFBSOI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZszokWzRYls/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192897400255105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgrCFBSOI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZszokWzRYls/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgryFBSPI/AAAAAAAAARM/fPSZ1b_7g-A/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192897413140007154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgryFBSPI/AAAAAAAAARM/fPSZ1b_7g-A/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well it's finally gone!!! Cody came in from mowing the lawn last week and decided he was done with the mop on his head. I was so dang excited! I think Cody had tears in his eyes. He has some weird emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attachment&lt;/span&gt; with his hair. He says he is growing it out again which doesn't make me happy but I guess I can just enjoy the shaved head for now.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; taken a picture of the end result but it was taking too long.&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/5137716218062822543-9152704547006812974?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/9152704547006812974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=9152704547006812974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/9152704547006812974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/9152704547006812974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-its-finally-gone-cody-came-in-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SBDgpyFBSNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8dTQaLcNd1U/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5299675490352688628</id><published>2008-04-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:47:07.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddy</title><content type='html'>Okay I tried to go without talking about Olivia but I just can't do it! Lately she has been my little shadow. She follows me everywhere and wants to do what I am doing. Yesterday while working in the garden she wanted to sit on my lap the whole time and narrate for me. "A Bug!" "A Burfly!" "Car!" "Airplane!" "Rock!" She is getting quite the vocabulary she amazes me everyday. Her new favorite word is "okay." The other day I was cutting up some pineapple and I cut my finger. I screamed "OUCH!" Olivia ran over to me, looked up and said, "Shoot mum you okay?" I almost died it was so cute. I could go on and on until my fingers bleed but I won't. I just love her and love having a little buddy everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SA-f6SFBSJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8-WTdXTMfMQ/s1600-h/Olivia+%26+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192544719015594130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SA-f6SFBSJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8-WTdXTMfMQ/s400/Olivia+%26+Mommy.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/5137716218062822543-5299675490352688628?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5299675490352688628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5299675490352688628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5299675490352688628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5299675490352688628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-buddy.html' title='My Buddy'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SA-f6SFBSJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8-WTdXTMfMQ/s72-c/Olivia+%26+Mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4714031407543084343</id><published>2008-04-23T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:20:49.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SA-ZZyFBSII/AAAAAAAAAQU/ztxJpyPFZcc/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Tiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192537563600078978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SA-ZZyFBSII/AAAAAAAAAQU/ztxJpyPFZcc/s400/Cody+%26+Tiff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Cody and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary yesterday. We have only been married 3 years but together almost 9! It was a fun day. Cody was off work so we just did some shopping, got lunch, and spent time working in the yard. You know you love someone when it makes you happy just to know they took the day off work to be with you. Cody surprised me and got a babysitter in the evening and we went out to dinner and took a drive. A much needed night out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't help but reminiscing about our wedding day. I will never forget anything about that day. The second best day of my life so far (1st being the day I had Olivia). Having every person that I love all together, having a fun time. I wish I could do it again. A few of my favorite moments were: getting a big hug from my dad right before walking me down the isle him telling me that he was proud of me and always would be, walking down the isle and looking at Cody's face while he tried not to cry, watching my dad dance to James Brown at the reception I still giggle every time I hear "I feel good!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know this is getting cheesy so I'll wrap it up. I love you Cody thanks for being a great husband, father, and best friend. Here's to many more anniversary's!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-4714031407543084343?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4714031407543084343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4714031407543084343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4714031407543084343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4714031407543084343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-years.html' title='3 Years!!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SA-ZZyFBSII/AAAAAAAAAQU/ztxJpyPFZcc/s72-c/Cody+%26+Tiff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8189061701813592252</id><published>2008-04-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:58:51.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kacy Tagged Me So Here Ya Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 5 years ago&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago Cody &amp;amp; I were not together. I was going to school (one math class), working, going out with Kacy and friends. I wasn't happy and didn't know anything about myself. It was a very hard time of life for me. But I'm glad it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things on my List of To-do Today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. work-out (accomplished by some miracle)&lt;br /&gt;2. walk the dogs (got this done as well)&lt;br /&gt;3. Laundry (workin' on it)&lt;br /&gt;4. Yard Work&lt;br /&gt;5. Take a much dredded trip to Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Snacks I love&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.Movie Theatre Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;2.Chips &amp;amp; Salsa&lt;br /&gt;3. Fruit&lt;br /&gt;4.ice cream (is that a snack?)&lt;br /&gt;5.Goldfish Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I would do if I became a Billionaire&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.Vacation&lt;br /&gt;2.Pay off all my debt&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a small but cute house on a bunch of land and get some horses&lt;br /&gt;4. Make my parents retire and buy them anything they want&lt;br /&gt;5. Try to find a charity to get involved with---No More Homeless Pets&lt;br /&gt;--This list could be alot longer---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bad habits&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Complaining&lt;br /&gt;2. Comparing myself to others&lt;br /&gt;3. Being un-motivated&lt;br /&gt;4. Lack of self confidence&lt;br /&gt;5. Not being happy with all that I'm blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bountiful&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaysville&lt;br /&gt;3. Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;4.Layton&lt;br /&gt;5. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Jobs I have had&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.Robintino's (bus girl and eventually hostess)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bisys&lt;br /&gt;3. AppleTree Assisted Living&lt;br /&gt;4.Denny's&lt;br /&gt;5.South Davis Community Hospital,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag you are it.&lt;br /&gt;1.Jenny&lt;br /&gt;2.Amy&lt;br /&gt;(That's the only people I know who havn't already been tagged)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-8189061701813592252?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8189061701813592252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8189061701813592252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8189061701813592252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8189061701813592252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/kacy-tagged-me-so-here-ya-go.html' title='Kacy Tagged Me So Here Ya Go!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-200041285868611974</id><published>2008-04-14T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:32:50.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TULIPS????</title><content type='html'>For a few years I have wanted to go up to Thanksgiving Point during the tulip festival. Finally Saturday we decided it was time to go check it out and hopefully get some family pictures. It was beautiful but I didn't see one tulip. Well I take that back I saw alot of tulips coming out of the ground but none that had opened up yet. I just wish they would've warned us before we paid $30 to get in. It still was alot of fun and now we have an excuse to go back in a few weeks. Olivia ran non-stop the whole time we were there. Everytime she would bend down to smell a flower she'd give it a big sniff, wrinkle her nose, and say, "EWWWWWWWW!" I guess she thinks they stink. Here is a sampling of the pictures. The pictures of the family were taken by my brother so I'll have to post those later if any of them turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-MDxbZnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/veLjsz4HCOo/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200310041273970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-MDxbZnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/veLjsz4HCOo/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-MjxbZoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9q8W5pHfr2I/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200318631208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-MjxbZoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9q8W5pHfr2I/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-NDxbZpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2Izmp8lBx6c/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200327221143186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-NDxbZpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2Izmp8lBx6c/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-ODxbZqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FpsgF2SKVLA/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200344401012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-ODxbZqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FpsgF2SKVLA/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-OzxbZrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BCvPyYJSyIs/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200357285914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-OzxbZrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BCvPyYJSyIs/s320/DSC00264.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/5137716218062822543-200041285868611974?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/200041285868611974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=200041285868611974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/200041285868611974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/200041285868611974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/tulips.html' title='TULIPS????'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/SAO-MDxbZnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/veLjsz4HCOo/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8387649879858273539</id><published>2008-04-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:29:34.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Turman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_5qAbamAOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QnE3FgH1320/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187700376369234146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_5qAbamAOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QnE3FgH1320/s400/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was cleaning and I could hear Olivia babbling away in her room. So I decided to peek in and see what she was up to. She was sitting in her rocking chair, reading herself a book with her Mr. Potato Head glasses on. She looked up at me and said, "hey." I couldn't stop laughing. Lately I really think I need to go get a job so we have some money, but then I would miss all these silly little moments and I think I'm too selfish to let someone else enjoy them. Day after day I realize that I am so blessed to be able to stay home and watch Olivia grow. I might not be able to stay home full-time for long so I am not going to take any minute for grantet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-8387649879858273539?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8387649879858273539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8387649879858273539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8387649879858273539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8387649879858273539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/ms-turman.html' title='Ms. Turman'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_5qAbamAOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QnE3FgH1320/s72-c/DSC00242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8457361379091629529</id><published>2008-04-08T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:09:00.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Turman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_vP2MLiuqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0eYWYBXDeMU/s1600-h/BABY+NATHAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186967925736782498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_vP2MLiuqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0eYWYBXDeMU/s400/BABY+NATHAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday my brother-in-law &amp;amp; his wife added an 8 lb. 3 oz. little boy to the family. They named him Nathan Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Turman&lt;/span&gt;. He is of course very cute. Congratulations Marc and Sara!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-8457361379091629529?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8457361379091629529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8457361379091629529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8457361379091629529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8457361379091629529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-turman.html' title='The New Turman'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_vP2MLiuqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0eYWYBXDeMU/s72-c/BABY+NATHAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5936684731086868614</id><published>2008-04-05T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:47:46.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Please</title><content type='html'>Thursday night we invited my good friend Jenny and her family over for dinner. It was allot of fun. Well we had fun hopefully they did. Jenny (I know she likes Jenn better but I've always called her Jenny...sorry Jenny) and I have been friends since we were 2 or 3. We were joined at the hip until high school. Those who know me know that I had a rough time in high school and I wasn't a very good friend. Needless to say Jenny has always been a great friend to me. Even when we weren't really hanging out she never missed one of my birthdays. I always looked forward to her "birthday call" because sometimes it was the only time I'd talk to her the whole year. I didn't do anything to deserve these sweet calls because I wasn't very sweet back. Jenny and her husband Logan live in Kaysville which is close to our home so we are able to get together allot more and it's awesome. Jenny has two adorable kids; Collin &amp;amp; Sophie. Sophie is 3 1/2 and Collin is 20 months (11 days older then Olivia). Collin &amp;amp; Olivia are becoming the cutest friends. They copy each other and follow each other around. Secretly I hope when they are old enough they fall in love, get married, and produce beautiful curly haired grandchildren. I'm looking forward to more adventures with Jenny and I hope she knows I love her and appreciate her friendship very much. She is awesome! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkZsLiumI/AAAAAAAAANk/QtWROFCHZ-8/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185864625947851362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkZsLiumI/AAAAAAAAANk/QtWROFCHZ-8/s200/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkZ8LiunI/AAAAAAAAANs/MM1IpkBGsrA/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185864630242818674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkZ8LiunI/AAAAAAAAANs/MM1IpkBGsrA/s200/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkacLiuoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mXYS476vbqc/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185864638832753282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkacLiuoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mXYS476vbqc/s200/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fka8LiupI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2Gt9WddLe7U/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185864647422687890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fka8LiupI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2Gt9WddLe7U/s200/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had fun eating their ice cream. Of course they all wanted refills on the whip cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5936684731086868614?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5936684731086868614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5936684731086868614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5936684731086868614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5936684731086868614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-please.html' title='More Please'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fkZsLiumI/AAAAAAAAANk/QtWROFCHZ-8/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1177385486525757302</id><published>2008-04-05T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:30:52.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Okay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fhQsLiulI/AAAAAAAAANc/c_u2PGGmxAo/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185861172794145362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fhQsLiulI/AAAAAAAAANc/c_u2PGGmxAo/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Monday we thought we had lost our Rowdy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mcmuffin&lt;/span&gt;. He couldn't walk, eat, or do much of anything. It was very traumatic for me. I was carrying him to the car to go to the vets and he had a massive seizure and fell out of my arms. Needless to say I ended up handling the situation like a pro................I started screaming for help while I looked at Rowdy and my now crying daughter totally helpless. The vet told me to plan for the worst. So we gave the Ashlee (my sister in-law) and Glenna (my mother-in-law) a call. They came over to spend time and say goodbye. I guess Rowdy was just feeling like he needed some love because Tuesday morning he woke up, ran to the back door to go potty, and hasn't slowed down since. We all have our moments when Rowdy can bug us but I think now I'm going to appreciate him more. Sometimes it's hard to live with him, but I don't think I'm ready to live without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1177385486525757302?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1177385486525757302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1177385486525757302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1177385486525757302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1177385486525757302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-okay.html' title='He&apos;s Okay!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_fhQsLiulI/AAAAAAAAANc/c_u2PGGmxAo/s72-c/DSC00095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4451893736108388897</id><published>2008-03-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:51:39.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Family Fun</title><content type='html'>Friday night we took Olivia to the South Davis Recreation Center for some swimming. I wasn't sure how well she would do but it turned out great. She shivered the whole time because she was cold but she was so happy and excited to be doing something fun with Cody &amp;amp; I. I ended up having allot more fun then I thought I would. Although thanks to some 16 year old boys (who I don't think should be allowed in the kiddy pool) my hair got wet which made it a cold trip home. It was worth it though to give Olivia a fun outing. Hopefully we start making these outings a weekly thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALL8LiuiI/AAAAAAAAANE/OsVR4zrxjec/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALL8LiuiI/AAAAAAAAANE/OsVR4zrxjec/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183655470864448034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALMcLiujI/AAAAAAAAANM/NUPqej4DAlc/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALMcLiujI/AAAAAAAAANM/NUPqej4DAlc/s200/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183655479454382642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALNMLiukI/AAAAAAAAANU/KTDPMjdPR3I/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALNMLiukI/AAAAAAAAANU/KTDPMjdPR3I/s200/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183655492339284546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-4451893736108388897?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4451893736108388897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4451893736108388897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4451893736108388897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4451893736108388897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-family-fun.html' title='Friday Family Fun'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_ALL8LiuiI/AAAAAAAAANE/OsVR4zrxjec/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-7293555430072500239</id><published>2008-03-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:58:23.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of soul searching. Well I'm not sure if it's necessarily soul searching but searching for something I am missing. Anyway I'll get to my point. I've always found that I do my best thinking outside. So Friday morning I woke up and took Olivia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaysville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pond for a little nature walk. Okay so I-15 is right there but I still found beauty and it's one of the few places left that hasn't banned dogs. Olivia loved watching the "quacks" dive into the pond. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in dog heaven. You can tell that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't get out much. I tried to take a picture of her but they were all to blurry. She didn't stop running until we packed up and left. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of fun and I think I will try to pick a new destination every week. Not only will I get some exercise but maybe I'll find what it is I think I'm missing. Just a few suggestions for those of you who are thinking of taking a baby and a dog on a nature walk: Find a stroller that does well off-road or you might be a little sore, even better take a baby back-pack. Don't let your dog roll around on the ground it might just turn out that she's rolling in a dead animal and when you get back from enjoying nature you will spend 2 hours bathing the dog, washing your car, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_AJDcLiugI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dyCk7zmCl-I/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183653125812304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_AJDcLiugI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dyCk7zmCl-I/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_AJD8LiuhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VtebwUEDHA4/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183653134402238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_AJD8LiuhI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VtebwUEDHA4/s320/DSC00205.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/5137716218062822543-7293555430072500239?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7293555430072500239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=7293555430072500239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7293555430072500239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7293555430072500239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/03/lately-i-have-been-doing-allot-of-soul.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R_AJDcLiugI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dyCk7zmCl-I/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3304845513763657522</id><published>2008-03-25T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:09:57.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty quiet Easter Sunday this year. The Easter Bunny visited Olivia. I'm not sure if she was really excited or not but I was! Later in the day we went to my Grandma Higby's for a delicious ham dinner. Olivia again was visited by another Easter Bunny named Grandma Sells. She is so loved! It was a fun weekend of festivities. I didn't get any easter dress pictures so maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lXy8LiubI/AAAAAAAAAMM/u5E7pt6lwsc/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181769378926082482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lXy8LiubI/AAAAAAAAAMM/u5E7pt6lwsc/s200/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lX0MLiucI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0bIFIbycND4/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181769400400918978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lX0MLiucI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0bIFIbycND4/s200/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lX0sLiudI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Vq2HBuyVmnw/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181769408990853586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lX0sLiudI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Vq2HBuyVmnw/s200/DSC00178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia's favorite present from the Easter Bunny was the Bee Movie. We watched it Sunday night and the whole time she was saying, "Eeeeewww Bees!!" She is fascinated with "bees" (bugs) right now because our house is slowly being taken over by fire bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lbYcLiueI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rThyoWK4s3o/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181773321706060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lbYcLiueI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rThyoWK4s3o/s200/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Sells out did herself again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lbZMLiufI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WK5cUGJbLaA/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181773334590962162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lbZMLiufI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WK5cUGJbLaA/s200/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time trying a Peep. She didn't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3304845513763657522?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3304845513763657522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3304845513763657522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3304845513763657522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3304845513763657522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lXy8LiubI/AAAAAAAAAMM/u5E7pt6lwsc/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1839971326411868390</id><published>2008-03-25T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:45:52.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>Saturday we did our annual egg dying party with Kacy, Brent &amp;amp; Hadley. It was so much fun. It made me realize that I need to be a better friend and invite people over more. Olivia loves playing with Hadley. They had a blast eating dye and pushing each other around. Cute Girls!! For those of you who read my blog and Kacy's blog some of these pictures might look familiar but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lT2MLiuVI/AAAAAAAAALc/c9RCbzdMfHI/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181765036714146130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lT2MLiuVI/AAAAAAAAALc/c9RCbzdMfHI/s200/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU7cLiuWI/AAAAAAAAALk/5FsmQNL3_wc/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766226420087138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU7cLiuWI/AAAAAAAAALk/5FsmQNL3_wc/s200/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Olivia getting some help from Uncle "Gick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU9MLiuXI/AAAAAAAAALs/1JaJAz4sP_o/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766256484858226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU9MLiuXI/AAAAAAAAALs/1JaJAz4sP_o/s200/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia had to have the Winnie the Pooh dying kit. She was more interested in the stickers then the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU9sLiuYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B6RVFQVx9RY/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766265074792834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU9sLiuYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B6RVFQVx9RY/s200/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU_MLiuZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GDGgf8Q3I8M/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766290844596626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU_MLiuZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GDGgf8Q3I8M/s200/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   What crafty boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU_sLiuaI/AAAAAAAAAME/h5IAh55LR8o/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181766299434531234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lU_sLiuaI/AAAAAAAAAME/h5IAh55LR8o/s200/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Cleaning up after the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1839971326411868390?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1839971326411868390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1839971326411868390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1839971326411868390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1839971326411868390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/03/coloring-easter-eggs.html' title='Coloring Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R-lT2MLiuVI/AAAAAAAAALc/c9RCbzdMfHI/s72-c/DSC00145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4481537156726789448</id><published>2008-03-13T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:16:19.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Over Yet!? **Caution Long Story***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well after reading my last post I swore that my next post would be more positive. That might not happen. Last Thursday Cody came home from work looking, and sounding like death. He went straight to bed. He tried desperately to go to work on Friday but he couldn't even walk. He didn't get out of bed until 5 p.m. Friday evening. I felt so bad for him. I don't think I have ever seen him that sick. I figured he had finally caught the horrible stuff that Olivia and I had just had. But then something happened. I woke up Saturday with a sore throat, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achy&lt;/span&gt; body. What was going on?? I was just getting better!!! Well to make a long story short I caught the flu from Cody. I haven't been that sick for a long time. I had to call my mom and have her take me to the doctor on Monday. I know I'm an adult but I couldn't even walk let alone drive. The doctor told me I had a horrible case of the "influenza" and a sinus infection (probably what I had first). I can't express enough thanks to my mom for helping me out. She took Olivia for me and cleaned my house. Tuesday my sweet sister-in-law took Olivia so I could get more rest. I don't know what I would do without such supportive friends and family. So while everyone else has been enjoying the beautiful weather I've been cooped up inside. I've been on the good drugs for a few days now and I am feeling a lot better. Still not ready to jog around the neighborhood but yesterday I did manage to take Olivia to the park. She was so happy to be out. I really have been trying to think positive the last few months but I'm not gonna lie and say it's been easy. In fact yesterday I had a total breakdown. But you know in the middle of me feeling sorry for myself my beautiful little girl put her arm around me and kissed me on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheek&lt;/span&gt; and I realized I am going to be all right. I might not have money, health, or beauty but I have Olivia and that always seems to pull me out of the darkness. I LOVE YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OLIE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-4481537156726789448?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4481537156726789448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4481537156726789448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4481537156726789448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4481537156726789448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-over-yet-caution-long-story.html' title='Is it Over Yet!? **Caution Long Story***'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2754125003699319229</id><published>2008-02-29T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:02:12.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well the last couple of weeks have been a struggle to say the least. Olivia got sick first. Fever, stuffy nose, sore little body. Then as she was starting to show signs of getting better; I started getting sick. I felt like I had been repeatedly hit by a semi truck. Fever, stuffy nose, sore throat, sore little body. I did nothing but sleep all weekend except for the small break I took to go to Hadley Jo's birthday party where everyone there was feeling about the same as I was.&lt;br /&gt;I figured Olivia was getting better. The fevers were gone and she was starting to actually sleep again. So yesterday we had Macey (Olivia's cousin) over. I thought it was weird that Olivia did more crying then playing. I blamed it on the fact that I was showing attention to another baby. But when I went to get her up from her nap she was burning up. I caught a glimpse of her belly and it was bright red!! She was covered in a rash. Of course I did what most mothers would do....I panicked! I didn't know if I had given her something that had caused such a vile reaction or what. I immediately called my mom (for support) and we drove to the doctor. It turns out that my poor little girl had a serious sinus infection, ear infection, and almost strep throat. I sat in the doctors office and cried. How could I be so oblivious to how she was feeling, how could I have let it go that far? The rash it turned out was hives. Her body was so sick that it reacted by spreading hives. Which were a blessing because if it wasn't for the hives I probably still would be oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel awful but after a strong dose of antibiotics, benadryl (for the hives), tylenol (for the fever) she is almost back to her old self already. It amazes me how resilient children are. Yesterday she could barely lift her head and today you can't keep her down. We were able to get outside and enjoy the beautiful sunshine. It made such a big difference. It's weird how I didn't realize how sick she was but now that she is back to her cheerful self I really don't understand how I couldn't have noticed. Once again a perfect example of what a great mother I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R8jSsWfdoaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vyf9zrhCMRE/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172615831428637090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R8jSsWfdoaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vyf9zrhCMRE/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R8jSs2fdobI/AAAAAAAAALE/O1-l6fE_QKg/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172615840018571698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R8jSs2fdobI/AAAAAAAAALE/O1-l6fE_QKg/s320/DSC00137.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/5137716218062822543-2754125003699319229?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2754125003699319229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2754125003699319229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2754125003699319229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2754125003699319229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R8jSsWfdoaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Vyf9zrhCMRE/s72-c/DSC00131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5364148888636551724</id><published>2008-02-12T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:55:11.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentines Day is on Thursday. So last night we decided to let Olivia create some valentines. It was messy but a lot of fun. She was very proud of herself and I'm sure the recipient of the masterpiece will be very pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHCwVD5JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NbMIc8OBAUU/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166199466461750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHCwVD5JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NbMIc8OBAUU/s400/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHDQVD5KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/W582jd3hmwU/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166199475051685026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHDQVD5KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/W582jd3hmwU/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHFAVD5LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQ81q5prAqg/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166199505116456114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHFAVD5LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AQ81q5prAqg/s400/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That being said I hope everyone enjoys their Valentine's Day. Make sure to give your valentine a nice big kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5364148888636551724?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5364148888636551724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5364148888636551724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5364148888636551724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5364148888636551724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IHCwVD5JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NbMIc8OBAUU/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6919934802550372075</id><published>2008-02-12T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:46:27.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandma's Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IFTAVD5II/AAAAAAAAAKc/hQMnqXWEcgY/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166197546611369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IFTAVD5II/AAAAAAAAAKc/hQMnqXWEcgY/s400/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;On Sunday we were able to have a big family dinner. We invited my parents, Cody's mom and step-dad and my grandma. Olivia is infatuated with my grandma's glasses. Anytime she comes over Olivia finds a way to get ahold of them. Sunday was no exception. She found them in my grandma's purse and took off. Good thing she looks so cute in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6919934802550372075?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6919934802550372075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6919934802550372075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6919934802550372075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6919934802550372075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-grandmas-glasses.html' title='Great Grandma&apos;s Glasses'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R7IFTAVD5II/AAAAAAAAAKc/hQMnqXWEcgY/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1111344653583054550</id><published>2008-01-29T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:44:17.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turman Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think I speak for many people when I say this winter feels like it is never going to end. I am suffering an extreme case of cabin fever and I am losing hope. So yesterday when Cody came home I told him we were going to build a fort. Yes I do realize I'm 27 years old but it sounded fun. I remember so many times my mom would help me &amp;amp; my friends build forts all over the house and it brought alot of excitement when we were stuck inside. So Cody &amp;amp; I gathered all the blankets we could find and turned our living room into a giant fort. At first Olivia just looked at us like we were crazy (shock I know), but then she realized what we were doing and she started giggling and having fun. We read some stories and hung out in there for awhile and it really brought me some much needed sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dVJI2XDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n70txPgvlig/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161016684545727538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dVJI2XDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n70txPgvlig/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not the best picture I realize but this is our fort. I think it's pretty cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dVpI2XEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nyKju7C0cCk/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161016693135662146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dVpI2XEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nyKju7C0cCk/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How about Cody's shirt....sexy huh!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dWJI2XFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rZSJIG_87eA/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161016701725596754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dWJI2XFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rZSJIG_87eA/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1111344653583054550?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1111344653583054550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1111344653583054550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1111344653583054550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1111344653583054550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/01/turman-fort.html' title='The Turman Fort'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5-dVJI2XDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/n70txPgvlig/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6186068932923579968</id><published>2008-01-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:32:53.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia's Head Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw6i2cn7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jys4xWam7ew/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158153099312668594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw6i2cn7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jys4xWam7ew/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw7S2cn8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6FnFF-GD_Go/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158153112197570498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw7S2cn8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6FnFF-GD_Go/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw7i2cn9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CfTAPNd33Ws/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158153116492537810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw7i2cn9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CfTAPNd33Ws/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw7y2cn-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tVwvhS0bFDk/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158153120787505122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw7y2cn-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tVwvhS0bFDk/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Olivia has a fascination with putting things in her hair or on her head. She is now tall enough to reach into the bathroom drawers where I keep her hair accessories. So usually a couple thousand times a day she'll help herself to a headband or bow. She'll slide it on her head and come out and smile at me and say, "Cute." It is very cute but sometimes annoying if I have just finished doing her hair. I can tell that she is going to be very independent. I wonder who she gets that from??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6186068932923579968?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6186068932923579968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6186068932923579968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6186068932923579968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6186068932923579968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/01/olivias-head-bands.html' title='Olivia&apos;s Head Bands'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vw6i2cn7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jys4xWam7ew/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1165019610921574576</id><published>2008-01-21T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:19:40.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18 Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Well my baby girl turned 18 months old today. Everyone warned me that the first year would go fast but nobody told me that the second year would go even faster. I can't believe how much she is changing and growing everyday. The past few weeks I've noticed allot of change in her looks. She is losing that toddler look and turning into a little girl. I know she is only 18 months but I'll forever look at her and remember the day she was born. I wish I could just keep her at this fun age but I know that's not realistic at all. Besides I know that part of being a good parent is learning how to let go. But I still have awhile until I have to do that...................Right????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5VtAS2cn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3ZdE0KBrb-4/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158148800050405282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5VtAS2cn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3ZdE0KBrb-4/s400/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Interesting Facts About Olivia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Foods: Cheese &amp;amp; Fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Favorite Pass Time: Playing with babies, reading book (to the babies), doing her hair (especially after her mom has done it), dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Commonly Used Words: By!, No!, Don't!, Bazil, Beebie (baby), Elbo (Elmo), Cheese, Hey You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-1165019610921574576?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1165019610921574576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1165019610921574576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1165019610921574576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1165019610921574576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-18-month-old.html' title='My 18 Month Old'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5VtAS2cn6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3ZdE0KBrb-4/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5357949420957248468</id><published>2008-01-21T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:51:04.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vnxy2cn3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fcfAMkVB-NE/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158143053384163186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vnxy2cn3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fcfAMkVB-NE/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vnyi2cn4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/PBaNBy49HqE/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158143066269065090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vnyi2cn4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/PBaNBy49HqE/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, but it seems like it has been the longest winter ever. Today it was snowing all morning (again) and I was definitely having major cabin fever. So after Olivia woke up from her nap we went and played in the snow for a bit. I can't believe how much snow we have this year it makes me wish I was little again. It use to be so fun to build snow caves and snow men. Now I find myself wishing the summer days would return so I can play outside more. But for awhile today I let myself enjoy the chilly winter air thanks to the excitement in Olivia's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5357949420957248468?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5357949420957248468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5357949420957248468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5357949420957248468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5357949420957248468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R5Vnxy2cn3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fcfAMkVB-NE/s72-c/DSC00089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4333421055150537689</id><published>2008-01-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:57:30.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Year</title><content type='html'>A few days ago we started the "fun" project of painting our room. We actually just barely finished the closet which took longer then expected. I always feel excited about a project until I'm in the middle of it then I feel like giving up. So after painting yesterday I was cleaning paint brushes while boiling water for Olivia's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mac'n'cheese&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Confidently&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking, "thank goodness I'm so good at double tasking," when around the corner comes my daughter covered in a white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;substance&lt;/span&gt;. "What's that?!" I yelled to Cody. Instantly we realized she had managed to let herself into our bedroom and help herself to the paint. Okay it was bad but we quickly cleaned up and all was well. Later on that night while I was returning my clothes to their places in the closet I heard Olivia quietly playing in her room.......a little too quietly. I decided to take a peak to see what the little angel was up to. I walked in just in time to stop her from eating a gallon of painters putty. It was all over her hands, her floor (thank goodness wood floor), 1/2 her toys and hair. She looked at me and giggled. I couldn't get mad because, well frankly it's my own fault I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; learned my lesson after the paint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; early that day. I started laughing and grabbed my camera. She was trying to spread it all over her room so I only got a few shots and they don't capture the full mess of it all but I do believe I have a very curious little toddler on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4Fcb-yIRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aFCibVkm51M/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152501084468036850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4Fcb-yIRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aFCibVkm51M/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FccOyIRQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LRoDRoDdmlY/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152501088763004162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FccOyIRQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LRoDRoDdmlY/s320/DSC00074.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/5137716218062822543-4333421055150537689?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4333421055150537689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4333421055150537689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4333421055150537689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4333421055150537689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/01/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the Year'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4Fcb-yIRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aFCibVkm51M/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3292481780637655393</id><published>2008-01-06T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:45:05.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FW_OyIRNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fid4pSOcjDc/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152495092988658898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FW_OyIRNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fid4pSOcjDc/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well it seems like 2007 went by so fast. A lot of really great things happened this year and I am looking forward to many more exciting things in 2008. For New Years Eve we went up to Wyoming to visit my Aunt Shannon. Her husband is the Manager at Little America up there. He got us a great room and it was so much fun seeing their new home and hotel. Olivia had tons of fun playing with her cousin Jackson. She calls him Ja she loves to follow him around. Lately everytime we take her picture she says "CHEESE" instead of smiling. Hence the funny look on her face in this picture. She actually thought she was going to stay up until midnight, and almost made it but by 11:30 I was tired so I made her go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FZJuyIROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2LpNNU6t4Gc/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152497472400540898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FZJuyIROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2LpNNU6t4Gc/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia's suitcase is packed and she's ready to go to Little America!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3292481780637655393?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3292481780637655393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3292481780637655393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3292481780637655393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3292481780637655393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='HAPPY 2008!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R4FW_OyIRNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fid4pSOcjDc/s72-c/DSC00055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8042534285070642323</id><published>2007-12-30T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:08:08.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia's New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gImuyIRMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FD2yJUR1VgI/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149875635384501442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gImuyIRMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FD2yJUR1VgI/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Olivia received twins Christmas morning. She also got another baby from one of her cousins (sorry can't remember which one). She loves her as well. We havn't thought of names yet so we just call them all beebie. &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/5137716218062822543-8042534285070642323?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8042534285070642323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8042534285070642323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8042534285070642323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8042534285070642323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/olivias-new-baby.html' title='Olivia&apos;s New Baby'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gImuyIRMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FD2yJUR1VgI/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3445447282240142479</id><published>2007-12-30T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:05:19.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gH6eyIRKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/amJ6pfITiQM/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gH6eyIRKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/amJ6pfITiQM/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149874875175290018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gH6uyIRLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PbPhT1o3z8k/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gH6uyIRLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PbPhT1o3z8k/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149874879470257330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year at Amy's the kids (and some adults) acted out the nativity story while Grandpa Turman narrated. It was really cute and fun to see all the kids in the costumes. Olivia would have participated but she was really busy playing with cousin Macey's toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3445447282240142479?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3445447282240142479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3445447282240142479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3445447282240142479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3445447282240142479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/nativity.html' title='Nativity'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gH6eyIRKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/amJ6pfITiQM/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2844088088751006608</id><published>2007-12-30T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:53:38.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun At Grandma Higby's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gFMeyIRFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VoMU0zR8UzQ/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gFMeyIRFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VoMU0zR8UzQ/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149871885878051922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gFMuyIRGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8ATSQbhSdGc/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gFMuyIRGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8ATSQbhSdGc/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149871890173019234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Olivia always loves going to Grandma Higby's. Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa gave her a piano. She was so excited she couldn't even wait for it to be unwrapped to start jammin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2844088088751006608?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2844088088751006608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2844088088751006608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2844088088751006608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2844088088751006608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-at-grandma-higbys.html' title='Fun At Grandma Higby&apos;s'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gFMeyIRFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VoMU0zR8UzQ/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5436056357730362072</id><published>2007-12-30T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:49:01.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gD7uyIRBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n-FQ76NEfA0/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149870498603615250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gD7uyIRBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n-FQ76NEfA0/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gD8OyIRCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OoHXnDv8bsA/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149870507193549858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gD8OyIRCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OoHXnDv8bsA/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well Christmas came and went so fast again this year. We had a great Christmas as usual. Olivia was spoiled she is still discovering new toys she didn't see on Christmas day. We had my parents and Cody's parents over for breakfast it was really nice. After a long nap we headed to grandma Higby's for more food and fun then to Amy's for even more food. It was a great day and so much fun to watch Olivia get excited about her presents. Her favorite present this year was her "beebies" (babies). She got twins that came with their own stroller, playpen, and swing. The first thing she says when she wakes up now is, "Beebies!!" It's so cute to watch her play mommy and push the stroller into the walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5436056357730362072?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5436056357730362072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5436056357730362072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5436056357730362072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5436056357730362072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3gD7uyIRBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n-FQ76NEfA0/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-7633841143690903856</id><published>2007-12-29T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:22:56.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shout out to the dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cq0-yIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cEYEGS-OSdc/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-047-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149631788616270834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cq0-yIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cEYEGS-OSdc/s320/Sells14-R1-047-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cq1eyIRAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8H6ItWJZ4jM/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149631797206205442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cq1eyIRAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8H6ItWJZ4jM/s320/Sells14-R1-E022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't help but notice that I have failed to mention our two furry friends, Bazil and Rowdy. It is true I do complain about them a lot. But truth is they are our family as well. Rowdy is a grumpy old man but he is loyal to the end. Bazil never runs out of energy and always knows how to get me off the couch. A few months ago my family lost our dog Pennie. She had a long happy life but we all miss her immensely. It is horrible but losing Pennie has made me appreciate Bazil and Rowdy a lot more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-7633841143690903856?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/7633841143690903856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=7633841143690903856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7633841143690903856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/7633841143690903856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/shout-out-to-dogs.html' title='A shout out to the dogs'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cq0-yIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/cEYEGS-OSdc/s72-c/Sells14-R1-047-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6733492852601891047</id><published>2007-12-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:12:58.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cojuyIQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/MJ6LH3-Tyhw/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149629293240271810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cojuyIQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/MJ6LH3-Tyhw/s320/Sells14-R1-E018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3coj-yIQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZnpHqe2v7s0/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149629297535239122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3coj-yIQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZnpHqe2v7s0/s320/Sells14-R1-E016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cokOyIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Qo8xRunATLM/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149629301830206434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cokOyIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Qo8xRunATLM/s320/Sells14-R1-E015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of all the lights we went to see this season, these were my favorite. Unfortunately we were the only Utahns unaware that there was a Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert that night. It took us awhile to find a parking spot and with the wind chill factor I think temperatures reached well below zero ( I swear I'm not exaggerating). But besides the obstacles we faced we finally were able to enjoy the lights. It had been 5 years since I had ventured down to see the lights and it was great. Olivia was infatuated with the fountain she didn't want to leave it. She just kept looking at it in wonder while saying, "Wow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6733492852601891047?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6733492852601891047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6733492852601891047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6733492852601891047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6733492852601891047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/temple-square.html' title='Temple Square'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cojuyIQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/MJ6LH3-Tyhw/s72-c/Sells14-R1-E018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2860879838415423541</id><published>2007-12-29T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:03:05.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layton Park Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cmYOyIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AyObgLe5T0g/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-037-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149626896648520610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cmYOyIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AyObgLe5T0g/s320/Sells14-R1-037-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cmYeyIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nopwP4cL8C0/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-019-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149626900943487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cmYeyIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nopwP4cL8C0/s320/Sells14-R1-019-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another fun light adventure is always Layton Park. We go every year. Olivia liked how the lights were animals. She growled at all the dinosaurs. As you can see I was terrified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2860879838415423541?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2860879838415423541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2860879838415423541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2860879838415423541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2860879838415423541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/layton-park-lights.html' title='Layton Park Lights'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cmYOyIQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AyObgLe5T0g/s72-c/Sells14-R1-037-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4457892426469307573</id><published>2007-12-29T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:59:54.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cljOyIQ4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vMlmmBwADgo/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-003-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cljOyIQ4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vMlmmBwADgo/s320/Sells14-R1-003-0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149625986115453826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cljeyIQ5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/QIzqXdXgWM4/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cljeyIQ5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/QIzqXdXgWM4/s320/Sells14-R1-005-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149625990410421138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We tried to see a lot of Christmas Lights this year. Olivia is so amazed by them. She opens her mouth wide and says, "Waz Dat?" I think every time we ventured out we chose the coldest nights possible but it was worth getting a chill. Our first adventure was going to the tree lighting cerimony at the Gateway. It was the night after Thanksgiving. We enjoyed some great piano music and even got to see local channel 5 TV royalties (Yippeee!). When they finally lighted up the big tree Olivia's eyes widened with surprise. It was a fun night, cold, but fun nonetheless. I think it will be a traditional every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-4457892426469307573?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4457892426469307573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4457892426469307573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4457892426469307573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4457892426469307573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3cljOyIQ4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vMlmmBwADgo/s72-c/Sells14-R1-003-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-939509242790708217</id><published>2007-12-29T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:45:56.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball Fight!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciPOyIQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/DlMbAoZnL-A/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149622343983186770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciPOyIQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/DlMbAoZnL-A/s320/Sells14-R1-E009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciPuyIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LP7horBGPNU/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149622352573121378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciPuyIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LP7horBGPNU/s320/Sells14-R1-E006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciP-yIQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PGY5qBI6R6E/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-E007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149622356868088690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciP-yIQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PGY5qBI6R6E/s320/Sells14-R1-E007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The snow was coming down like crazy. Instead of cuddling up by the fire I decided to get Olivia in her snow pants and let her play. It was so much fun and so beautiful. Olivia kept grabbing handfuls of snow and shoving it in her mouth. I couldn't stop laughing. It's amazing how the simple things become so magical when you have a 1 year old to experience it with. &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/5137716218062822543-939509242790708217?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/939509242790708217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=939509242790708217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/939509242790708217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/939509242790708217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/snowball-fight.html' title='Snowball Fight!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R3ciPOyIQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/DlMbAoZnL-A/s72-c/Sells14-R1-E009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6005580955577104228</id><published>2007-12-10T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:24:14.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brown Eyed Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R1271EvniGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zFfP0DhjEN4/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-009-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142472870007900258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R1271EvniGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zFfP0DhjEN4/s320/Sells14-R1-009-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Olivia has beautiful brown eyes. She can change my mood with just a look. I love the innocence you can see every time you look at her. &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/5137716218062822543-6005580955577104228?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6005580955577104228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6005580955577104228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6005580955577104228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6005580955577104228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-brown-eyed-girl.html' title='My Brown Eyed Girl'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R1271EvniGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zFfP0DhjEN4/s72-c/Sells14-R1-009-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2449667063360096697</id><published>2007-12-10T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:10:15.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes it was getting cold. As you can see Cody is not in the mood to smile anymore. But it was a fun day and I enjoyed spending time with my family. I can't say it enough I just love my family and feel blessed to spend time with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124q0vniDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fXjkEra69go/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-019-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142469395379357746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124q0vniDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fXjkEra69go/s320/Sells14-R1-019-8.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/5137716218062822543-2449667063360096697?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2449667063360096697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2449667063360096697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2449667063360096697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2449667063360096697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/family.html' title='The Family'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124q0vniDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fXjkEra69go/s72-c/Sells14-R1-019-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3938811119626291761</id><published>2007-12-10T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:06:05.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaack Baaaacks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124IEvniBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OvzXpMmRK0c/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-037-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142468798378903570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124IEvniBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OvzXpMmRK0c/s320/Sells14-R1-037-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124JUvniCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/29C7zke9G_o/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-043-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142468819853740066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124JUvniCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/29C7zke9G_o/s320/Sells14-R1-043-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here's Olivia looking at the Ducks and Geese trying to get there attention. &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/5137716218062822543-3938811119626291761?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3938811119626291761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3938811119626291761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3938811119626291761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3938811119626291761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/baaaaack-baaaacks.html' title='Baaaaack Baaaacks!!!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/R124IEvniBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OvzXpMmRK0c/s72-c/Sells14-R1-037-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-6338713165529299149</id><published>2007-12-10T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:00:20.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know it has been a long time since my last post, but I did worn you. We have been having so much fun getting ready for Christmas this year. I don't know who is more excited me or Olivia. We had a good time yesterday going to Layton Park and looking at the ducks. Or as Olivia would say the "baaackk, baaacckkks." We also went to check out the beautiful lights in the park as well. It is so fun to watch Olivia discover new things. There will be more pictures coming soon but I will post the few that I can today. It's hard for me to even imagine enjoying Christmas without my little girl. She makes everything so exciting for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-6338713165529299149?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/6338713165529299149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=6338713165529299149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6338713165529299149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/6338713165529299149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3808656795384090537</id><published>2007-11-16T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:24:07.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Cucaracha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' data='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/473e34a5519777d1' quality='high' height='429' width='435' id='W473e34a5519777d1'&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/473e34a5519777d1' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='scaleMode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.jibjab.com/starring_you'&gt;&lt;font size='4'&gt;Star in Your Own JibJab! It's Free!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yes it may come as a shock to some of you, but  Cody and I do dabble in professional dance. We have decided to share our talents. Thanks to Kacy for making this video possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-3808656795384090537?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3808656795384090537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3808656795384090537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3808656795384090537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3808656795384090537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-cucaracha.html' title='La Cucaracha'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5825131686673064799</id><published>2007-11-12T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:59:55.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin' A Halloween Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwpecwLvI/AAAAAAAAADs/KAwiCPYO0kY/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-006-1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132046001983467250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwpecwLvI/AAAAAAAAADs/KAwiCPYO0kY/s400/Sells14-R1-006-1A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olivia decided on Halloween that she better learn how to walk. Here she is taking some of her first steps. She is still working on it but she is learning fast. &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/5137716218062822543-5825131686673064799?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5825131686673064799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5825131686673064799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5825131686673064799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5825131686673064799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/takin-halloween-walk.html' title='Takin&apos; A Halloween Walk'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwpecwLvI/AAAAAAAAADs/KAwiCPYO0kY/s72-c/Sells14-R1-006-1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-3901968173135895850</id><published>2007-11-12T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:58:00.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwG-cwLrI/AAAAAAAAADM/sTo4Lv36YS4/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-008-2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045409277980338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwG-cwLrI/AAAAAAAAADM/sTo4Lv36YS4/s400/Sells14-R1-008-2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwHucwLsI/AAAAAAAAADU/HxqN6GS2f5w/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-010-3A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045422162882242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwHucwLsI/AAAAAAAAADU/HxqN6GS2f5w/s400/Sells14-R1-010-3A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwH-cwLtI/AAAAAAAAADc/AmnLzjhqEZc/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-024-10A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045426457849554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwH-cwLtI/AAAAAAAAADc/AmnLzjhqEZc/s400/Sells14-R1-024-10A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwH-cwLuI/AAAAAAAAADk/n6mDpmEtUPM/s1600-h/Sells14-R1-040-18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045426457849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwH-cwLuI/AAAAAAAAADk/n6mDpmEtUPM/s400/Sells14-R1-040-18A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This year for Halloween Olivia was a witch. I know she's too cute to be a scary witch but she tried. She got really good at growling at everyone that walked past her. It was so fun to see her get excited about dressing up.&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/5137716218062822543-3901968173135895850?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/3901968173135895850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=3901968173135895850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3901968173135895850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/3901968173135895850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziwG-cwLrI/AAAAAAAAADM/sTo4Lv36YS4/s72-c/Sells14-R1-008-2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-713915470075041295</id><published>2007-11-12T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:20:43.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVING A SNACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzivJOcwLqI/AAAAAAAAADE/qs0G_wZQYLk/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-067-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132044348421058210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzivJOcwLqI/AAAAAAAAADE/qs0G_wZQYLk/s400/Truman2-R1-067-32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olivia's favorite place to hang out is in the lazy susan. She likes to crawl in and help herself to a treat about 50 times a day. &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/5137716218062822543-713915470075041295?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/713915470075041295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=713915470075041295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/713915470075041295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/713915470075041295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/olivias-favorite-place-to-hang-out-is.html' title='HAVING A SNACK'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzivJOcwLqI/AAAAAAAAADE/qs0G_wZQYLk/s72-c/Truman2-R1-067-32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-4637862366423720756</id><published>2007-11-12T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:21:18.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziukecwLoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZXeVFWnioM/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-055-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132043717060865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziukecwLoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZXeVFWnioM/s400/Truman2-R1-055-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our favorite things to do together as a family is go hiking. I think that's the best thing about Utah. All the beautiful mountains we get to enjoy whenever we feel like it. Here we are in the Uintahs enjoying the beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rziuk-cwLpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AWhWfvAbyHk/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-059-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132043725650800274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rziuk-cwLpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AWhWfvAbyHk/s400/Truman2-R1-059-28.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/5137716218062822543-4637862366423720756?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/4637862366423720756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=4637862366423720756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4637862366423720756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/4637862366423720756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-our-favorite-things-to-do.html' title='HIKING'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziukecwLoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZXeVFWnioM/s72-c/Truman2-R1-055-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-522270702483151092</id><published>2007-11-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:50:01.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzitrucwLnI/AAAAAAAAACs/jJgETc0Lo4U/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-049-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132042742103289458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzitrucwLnI/AAAAAAAAACs/jJgETc0Lo4U/s400/Truman2-R1-049-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the Turman brothers &amp;amp; sisters got together this summer for an all day playdate without the kids. We went on what seemed like a 7 hour 4 ATV ride. It was fun and scary. My poor sister-in-law Jami had to deal with me screaming the whole time because I rode on the back of her machine. Sorry Jami!!&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/5137716218062822543-522270702483151092?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/522270702483151092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=522270702483151092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/522270702483151092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/522270702483151092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/adult-fun.html' title='Adult Fun'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzitrucwLnI/AAAAAAAAACs/jJgETc0Lo4U/s72-c/Truman2-R1-049-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-8851271073574136524</id><published>2007-11-12T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:44:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLjI/AAAAAAAAACA/FxdK16b0bKY/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-031-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132041689836301874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLjI/AAAAAAAAACA/FxdK16b0bKY/s320/Truman2-R1-031-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLkI/AAAAAAAAACI/lDY8wHpCswA/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-061-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132041689836301890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLkI/AAAAAAAAACI/lDY8wHpCswA/s320/Truman2-R1-061-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xye4135cT7o/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-065-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132041689836301906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xye4135cT7o/s320/Truman2-R1-065-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As you can see we had alot of fun with water this summer. Here are some pictures of Olivia's first slip &amp;amp; slide experience. And also a picture of her enjoying the canyon water fun at Liberty Park. &lt;/span&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/5137716218062822543-8851271073574136524?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/8851271073574136524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=8851271073574136524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8851271073574136524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/8851271073574136524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/water-fun.html' title='Water Fun'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzisuecwLjI/AAAAAAAAACA/FxdK16b0bKY/s72-c/Truman2-R1-031-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2036077727709872578</id><published>2007-11-12T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:38:33.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirMucwLdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOd4MSkfbyY/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-039-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132040010504089042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirMucwLdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOd4MSkfbyY/s320/Truman2-R1-039-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirM-cwLeI/AAAAAAAAABY/tuL2FwrA-ck/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-041-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132040014799056354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirM-cwLeI/AAAAAAAAABY/tuL2FwrA-ck/s320/Truman2-R1-041-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirNOcwLfI/AAAAAAAAABg/GWMW23hablY/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-045-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132040019094023666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirNOcwLfI/AAAAAAAAABg/GWMW23hablY/s320/Truman2-R1-045-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think I might of had a little more fun then Olivia did. Allot of the animals were sleeping and hard to see. But she did get a good look at the elephants and giraffes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2036077727709872578?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2036077727709872578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2036077727709872578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2036077727709872578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2036077727709872578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='First Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzirMucwLdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOd4MSkfbyY/s72-c/Truman2-R1-039-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5764467226063811925</id><published>2007-11-12T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:34:38.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Davis County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziqD-cwLbI/AAAAAAAAABA/vX1pNEjw7kM/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-009-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038760668605874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziqD-cwLbI/AAAAAAAAABA/vX1pNEjw7kM/s320/Truman2-R1-009-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We had such a great time at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the fair. Olivia got to pet all the animals in the petting zoo. She even road a train and played bumper cars with her friend Collin. She has blue lips in the picture because she had just finished enjoying a bright blue lollipop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziqD-cwLcI/AAAAAAAAABI/ze-c87PXLjg/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-019-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132038760668605890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziqD-cwLcI/AAAAAAAAABI/ze-c87PXLjg/s320/Truman2-R1-019-8.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/5137716218062822543-5764467226063811925?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5764467226063811925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5764467226063811925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5764467226063811925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5764467226063811925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/davis-county-fair.html' title='Davis County Fair'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RziqD-cwLbI/AAAAAAAAABA/vX1pNEjw7kM/s72-c/Truman2-R1-009-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-1867497064332633102</id><published>2007-11-11T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:18:38.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splish splash'/><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzdxW-cwLZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LIj5EztRmLs/s1600-h/Bountiful_Bubble_(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131694939946626450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzdxW-cwLZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LIj5EztRmLs/s320/Bountiful_Bubble_(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I get so sad when the summer comes to an end. It was so much fun watching Olivia enjoy being outside and explore what this world has to offer. We were able to do many firsts this summer with Olivia---first trip to the zoo, first parade, first bike ride, first birthday, first trip to the park, first time swimming.....Here are some of those firsts we were able to experience together. &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/5137716218062822543-1867497064332633102?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/1867497064332633102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=1867497064332633102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1867497064332633102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/1867497064332633102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/RzdxW-cwLZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LIj5EztRmLs/s72-c/Bountiful_Bubble_(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-2177178538372829745</id><published>2007-11-11T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:02:25.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olie Bug'/><title type='text'>Our Olivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rzdt0ecwLYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_J0ubDL7iPU/s1600-h/Truman2-R1-071-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131691048706256258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rzdt0ecwLYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_J0ubDL7iPU/s400/Truman2-R1-071-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing that compares to being a mom. I enjoy every (almost) day I get to spend with Olivia. She turned one this July. The year went so fast. She learns new things everyday. I wish I had some pictures of her first birthday party but I don't. All I can say is that she looked very cute even with pink frosting all over her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-2177178538372829745?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/2177178538372829745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=2177178538372829745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2177178538372829745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/2177178538372829745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-olivia.html' title='Our Olivia'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rzdt0ecwLYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_J0ubDL7iPU/s72-c/Truman2-R1-071-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5866070291316135110</id><published>2007-11-11T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:46:22.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turman Family'/><title type='text'>We Are The Turmans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rzdp2OcwLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IABv9u_CdM/s1600-h/turmans%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131686680724516178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rzdp2OcwLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IABv9u_CdM/s320/turmans%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very new at doing this blog thing. I thought it would be a great way to share pictures and keep me buisy. I won't be able to do new postings that often because I don't have a digital camera. But I will try to keep up as much as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---Thanks Kacy Jo for the cute picture!!--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5866070291316135110?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5866070291316135110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5866070291316135110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5866070291316135110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5866070291316135110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-are-turmans.html' title='We Are The Turmans!'/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FtAuKulbNms/Rzdp2OcwLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7IABv9u_CdM/s72-c/turmans%5B1%5D+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716218062822543.post-5268856535473440060</id><published>2007-11-11T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:32:18.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716218062822543-5268856535473440060?l=laytonturmans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/feeds/5268856535473440060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716218062822543&amp;postID=5268856535473440060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5268856535473440060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716218062822543/posts/default/5268856535473440060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laytonturmans.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349513281095859216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
