<?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-3033038964382207884</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:07:14.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave &amp; Aimee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-5785550849148517918</id><published>2010-08-25T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:10:09.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of School</title><content type='html'>I know it has been forever but I thought I'd better at least do a little post today. Dawson started preschool today! He was so excited to go to school, back in March when we took a little tour of the school and got signed up, Dawson wanted to stay and go to school back then so he has been looking forward to this for months. Whenever we would drive past the school he would point it out and ask when he got to go so I'm glad he had a fun day today. When I went to pick him up he was very excited to tell me about his new friends and the fun things they did and the stuff that he had learned. I am so glad he was so excited about it, I think that when the time comes for Jordan to go to school he'll have a harder time, good thing his brother is setting such a good example :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509457579704030626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/THWGendXlaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iHqKYVwa4wM/s400/12x12+Scrapbook+pages+-+Page+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-5785550849148517918?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/5785550849148517918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=5785550849148517918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5785550849148517918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5785550849148517918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of School'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/THWGendXlaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iHqKYVwa4wM/s72-c/12x12+Scrapbook+pages+-+Page+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3913158562654244561</id><published>2010-04-05T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:36:55.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His head got hurt...</title><content type='html'>This happened a while ago but since it has been a while since a post I thought a quick story might get me blogging again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few Saturday's ago Dave went downstairs to workout and I was upstairs with the boys, we had just done some shopping so I was having Dawson put some things away for me. I had bought a wreath for the front door and needed it put away downstairs, Dawson wanted to go say hi to Dave so I sent him down with the wreath and told him where to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave didn't hear Dawson come down and Dawson went into a room where he thought I wanted the wreath to go. Dave had a pull up bar hanging in that door frame while he was lifting weights in the other room. As Dawson left the room he tried to close the door, which he could not do with the pull up bar in the way. So he was banging the door hard enough that the pull up bar came off the door frame and RIGHT onto the top of his head. Dave had heard the banging and then crying so he ran in to see Dawson, when Dawson didn't stop after a little while I went down to see what happened. Dave was giving Dawson a hug saying he was ok and Dawson was holding his head. I asked Dawson if he was ok and then he slid his hand down his face, and that is when Dave and I saw the blood. As he slid his hand down his face he also smeared blood down his face. I knew that heads bleed a lot so I wasn't super worried when I saw the blood, we just took him upstairs so we could clean him up and check out the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866050533605378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S7quwuDxwAI/AAAAAAAAAos/c8ihnS9tJLo/s320/IMG00039-20100220-1816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning it up we could tell that it was something that might need to be looked at. It wasn't a very big cut but it looked deep and had some white stuff coming out. Dave grabbed a towel and took Dawson to InstaCare, the first one they went to was closed so they had to go to a farther one and on the way Dawson fell asleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866040336132626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S7quwIEgqhI/AAAAAAAAAok/dzDlP7Ru4qU/s320/IMG00040-20100220-1817+(2).JPG" /&gt; They first cleaned the cut and decided that he would need staples, Dawson really didn't want any shots so they had Dave hold a sponge with something to numb it (Dave said it didn't seem to work that well). He got staples with a little bit of crying but it was all made better with the bouncy ball they gave him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456866029999161186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S7quvhj-_2I/AAAAAAAAAoc/xdKhA-qwqMU/s320/IMG00043-20100220-1854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456865010205464914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S7qt0KiOGVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UbbKi8i8dGE/s320/winter+2009+184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got home the first thing he said to me was "Hi Mom! I'm all better, I have staples." I just had to take a picture of him when he got home he looked so worn out. By the next day he was back to jumping around and showing me his somersaults, and I had to keep telling him to stop doing them or he would hurt his head more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456864992935083218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S7qtzKMo_NI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yXswZmqlzYs/s320/winter+2009+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hard part was taking the staples out, after the first one was taken out and he realized how much it hurt. I had to hold him down with all my weight (he is a strong kid!) while the Dr. took out the other one. All he has to show for it now it a small purple line on the top of his head, but he does like to tell you the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3913158562654244561?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3913158562654244561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3913158562654244561' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3913158562654244561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3913158562654244561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2010/04/his-head-got-hurt.html' title='His head got hurt...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S7quwuDxwAI/AAAAAAAAAos/c8ihnS9tJLo/s72-c/IMG00039-20100220-1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3994164881370155272</id><published>2010-01-27T16:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:43:15.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S2DMW1vtBRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7kDDQ6FWj1U/s1600-h/22440_277577151259_551546259_3800875_2583812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431565843365168402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S2DMW1vtBRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7kDDQ6FWj1U/s320/22440_277577151259_551546259_3800875_2583812_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, already 4 years since my Grandma Janet suddenly passed, time has gone so fast. Last year I made a post about the day that she died and this year I have thought about all that has happened since she has been gone. Because I lived near my grandma most of my life I was close to her, she seemed to always have something to say about who I was dating, what I was wearing, and what I was doing, it was fun to hear her opinion and I was glad she wanted to be involed in my life. I glad she cared enough to ask :)  Now that I have two kids I wonder what she would say about them, I think of telling her the funny things that they say and do and think of how she would react. I know she would be really proud to show off her great grandkids! I think that Dawson and Jordan would have fun hanging out and getting to know her, she was always fun to talk and laugh with. Miss you Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;By the way isn't she SO cute in that picture with my grandpa!&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/3033038964382207884-3994164881370155272?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3994164881370155272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3994164881370155272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3994164881370155272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3994164881370155272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S2DMW1vtBRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7kDDQ6FWj1U/s72-c/22440_277577151259_551546259_3800875_2583812_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8977861466208030109</id><published>2010-01-13T16:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:44:41.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More updates...</title><content type='html'>A few more pics from Cali when the boys went to the beach for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426371039936251282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S05Xte7eBZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xnlkp004c2I/s400/Fall+2009+123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426371022513054242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S05XseBdIiI/AAAAAAAAAnc/iIoU6yHRzBQ/s400/Fall+2009+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426371007249712914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S05XrlKZBxI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BwIJ_9PfLNI/s400/Fall+2009+120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;They both LOVED the beach, Dawson loved chasing and running from the waves and loved making a sandcastle. Jordan really surprised me on how much he liked the ocean, he loved the water and keep trying to walk into it. It was not warm water either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8977861466208030109?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8977861466208030109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8977861466208030109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8977861466208030109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8977861466208030109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-updates.html' title='More updates...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S05Xte7eBZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xnlkp004c2I/s72-c/Fall+2009+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-4039407208995430995</id><published>2010-01-05T20:36:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:25:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I even begin?</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a while since I have blogged, it has been a while since I have even looked at other peoples blogs! So I have pretty much been out of the blogging world but my mom and sister have been bugging me to update this so I guess I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;. Since it has been so long since I last got on here and so much has been going on I think that I'll just post a few pictures with the highlights.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469103319962866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QIaimxVPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/UY2lIWEYVsc/s320/Dawson+%26+Milan+swim+lessons+%2709+041.jpg" /&gt; We had a fun summer; Dawson took swim lessons almost the entire summer. At first he wasn't so sure about learning to swim but after a while he warmed up to it and really enjoyed his lessons. During the winter he has been laying a blue blanket on the floor and showing me how he can dive, blow bubbles, and swim in the water, we will be doing swim lessons again this summer for sure! We also enjoyed many lunches at the park, Dawson will ask to go eat lunch at the park every so often now but I remind him the we will freeze outside during the winter so we have to eat lunch inside.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469096513041922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QIaJP39gI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ucE4cUKLddQ/s320/Dawson+%26+Milan+swim+lessons+%2709+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469088514002370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QIZrcwTcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/K4tMpd_kH_w/s320/Dawson+%26+Milan+swim+lessons+%2709+026.jpg" /&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469080349280930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QIZNCIiqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/e423IBbpRJ8/s320/Dawson+%26+Milan+swim+lessons+%2709+012.jpg" /&gt;In July my brother Tyler got home from his mission, my parents and other brother went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong to go pick him up. It has been so fun to have him home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470470500362674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QJqHv-qbI/AAAAAAAAAms/6wzdlWT1xOM/s320/Summer+2009+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course there was a lot of golfing in the summer then in August my 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Dave and I went up to Park City for the night and had a great dinner and went to a movie. A few days later we had our four year anniversary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423472123191565218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QLKUgRG6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/W4WdRGyevdw/s320/Summer+2009+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423472114362813794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QLJznVDWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NN7nli3WP4A/s320/Summer+2009+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan started walking in Sept. around 10 months and now speeds around the house like a pro. He follows Dawson everywhere, and gets into EVERYTHING. In October we went on a trip to Huntington Beach Cali. with Dave's family, we went to Disneyland, the beach and did some shopping. The boys had a blast. Just driving into the Disney parking lot Dawson saw a kid wearing a goofy hat and yelled "I see goofy!!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; It was even better when we got inside and he got to meet the real characters. They loved all of it, Dawson was disappointed that he wasn't tall enough to ride the train (I think it's thunder mountain). It looked way to fast for him anyway but as we walked away from it he kept saying "but I NEED that ride!" So we had to stand on the side and watch in zoom past us a few times, we only walked away because I promised a much cooler ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423474274808044146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QNHj5nGnI/AAAAAAAAAnM/afN3a1emaAc/s400/bloggin+-+Page+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to post more and get you up to date but blogger is killing me right now! It is messing up my pictures and taking me forever to post stuff so I'll do the Nov. til now catch up later. For now this is what we have been doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-4039407208995430995?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/4039407208995430995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=4039407208995430995' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4039407208995430995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4039407208995430995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-do-i-even-begin.html' title='Where do I even begin?'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0QIaimxVPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/UY2lIWEYVsc/s72-c/Dawson+%26+Milan+swim+lessons+%2709+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3549905094271033927</id><published>2010-01-04T14:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:29:38.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll update soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm going to update my blog, for anyone that still looks at my blog :) I'll update it soon, for the first time since May! I bet your getting real excited! If your lucky it might even be later today, we'll see.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422999860198255650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0Jdo_wcLCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/twe1Fkcf2xw/s320/winter+2009+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3549905094271033927?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3549905094271033927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3549905094271033927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3549905094271033927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3549905094271033927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-update-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll update soon....'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0Jdo_wcLCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/twe1Fkcf2xw/s72-c/winter+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8287569179551884153</id><published>2009-06-09T21:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:30:07.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo Choo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8noX5lyJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/o0HAOn0fETA/s1600-h/IMG_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345534857275885714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8noX5lyJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/o0HAOn0fETA/s320/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Dawson to Day Out with Thomas again this year and he loved it. Jordan just enjoyed being out, smiling as always :) We rode on Thomas and went through the straw maze. Dawson also got some train "tattoos" (that we called stickers), that he was showing to all the animals at the petting zoo. It is so funny how much he loves Thomas and all the other trains, he got a new book while we were there and can name every train in the book and there are A LOT of trains! The tattoos and wristband that he got stayed on his arms for over a week, everytime I asked if he wanted me to cut off the wristband for him he said "no, its nice".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345533760495056802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8moiEqd6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/sA3bJzFK7Q4/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345533767067822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8mo6ju6aI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/fsnzCZ1DNOo/s320/IMG_2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345533769437246210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8mpDYpcwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/7VCppIup-cY/s320/IMG_2299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345533776428422082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8mpdbeU8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/pIbcUu2Nyak/s320/IMG_2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345534853378694242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8noJYbXGI/AAAAAAAAAko/8i-UqZErX6w/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jordan is also growing up so fast! He has two teeth and is crawling everywhere. Now that he is crawling he can get to the toys that he wants faster and that has become a problem for Dawson because it seems like the most interesting toys to Jordan are the ones that Dawson is playing with. So now I am hearing a lot of "no baby!" So Dawson is having to learn to share a lot more. Jordan doesn't seem to mind, he thinks Dawson is funny no matter what he says :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8287569179551884153?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8287569179551884153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8287569179551884153' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8287569179551884153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8287569179551884153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/06/choo-choo.html' title='Choo Choo!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Si8noX5lyJI/AAAAAAAAAkw/o0HAOn0fETA/s72-c/IMG_2302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-4086275501676994800</id><published>2009-05-27T12:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:42:19.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome</title><content type='html'>When in Rome…&lt;br /&gt;Throw a coin in the Trevi Fountain&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567272019921506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2Bo2vTCmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1TjEcbS3B-Q/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the Spanish steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567278175380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2BpNq35FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gSKOfVHZYo0/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567279143754594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2BpRRwG2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ioP4c1wArQk/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567294621643282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2BqK798hI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/frs3kCJpFxc/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567287653192514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2Bpw-j00I/AAAAAAAAAiI/bPVHviBmoTg/s320/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step way back in time and see the Colosseum and Forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568990361144994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2DM4DxTqI/AAAAAAAAAig/uyAyNZ1vg0E/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568983902938866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2DMgAA5vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JGvm-3v2SVQ/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568996143610354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2DNNmaufI/AAAAAAAAAio/87w4K60Pc_0/s320/IMG_2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t forget the Pantheon and gelato &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340571597520141890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2Fkoe6fkI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ACHvR0jJEOI/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568999881102290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2DNbhgU9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/8JOD8TqMb-I/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hop on a cruise boat and stop in Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340571607049762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2FlL-89QI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9rFMmuw0Oxc/s320/IMG_2156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340571600125635746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2FkyMHLKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/72py8eBg6FU/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340571612483080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2FlgOW0OI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/hAtTEuP2h1U/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off the boat in Portofino and hop another small boat to the beautiful towns of cinque terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340571617779681058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2Flz9KhyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pKAj4L7exrg/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a little visit to Monte Carlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574028688463922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2HyJSnGDI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ykepChAfFxE/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the island of Corsica to the small old town Bonifacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574011632075474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2HxJwDQtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/tSL_EGb3aJk/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next a quick stop in Africa in the country of Tunisia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574014907252690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2HxV86f9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/fj5o_kFXlUg/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop in Barcelona Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574023831091890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2Hx3MherI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ap-SefNPN5s/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure on your way home you have a lay over in Paris so that you can see the Eiffel tower from your plane window when you fly in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574018894115474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2HxkzdMpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tP7oExJqzh0/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least that is what Dave and I did, “when in Rome”. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for all the pictures, but consider yourself lucky these are only a few of the pictures we took. Such a fun Trip!! We are glad to be home though, we missed our boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/3033038964382207884-4086275501676994800?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/4086275501676994800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=4086275501676994800' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4086275501676994800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4086275501676994800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-in-rome.html' title='When in Rome'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sh2Bo2vTCmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1TjEcbS3B-Q/s72-c/IMG_2041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-4480829964285720205</id><published>2009-05-06T15:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:56:20.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF</title><content type='html'>I put Jordan on my bed for a second and Dawson decided to join him, so I thought I'd take a few pictures of my cute boys on the bed and that turned into wrestle mania. It usually turns into some kind of wrestling match with Dawson though. Poor Jordan will just have to toughen up real fast!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831534158261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SgIGBpiBLAI/AAAAAAAAAho/yNAnSlYVPJ8/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831526486943922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SgIGBM9CKLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_FSnMXdOvvo/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sweet little kiss right before the match began :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831521784347634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SgIGA7b2O_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cp1WMK-t6jg/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry, no one was injured in this match. I played referee for a minute while Dave took the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831530425501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SgIGBboDxgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5DkSiPR3acs/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Boys sure are fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-4480829964285720205?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/4480829964285720205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=4480829964285720205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4480829964285720205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4480829964285720205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/05/wwf.html' title='WWF'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SgIGBpiBLAI/AAAAAAAAAho/yNAnSlYVPJ8/s72-c/IMG_1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-7166455073184623077</id><published>2009-04-15T13:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:11:40.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We do own beds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was on the computer and Jordan was "having fun" in his bouncer, ok truthfully I could tell he was getting a little bored. He wasn't crying and I was just going to be a another minute, well next thing you know I look over at the poor little guy and see this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325010817651809378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SeY9ICM_nGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hx7L5HYhSog/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;not only was he asleep, but he was also snoring. He had gone from awake to fast asleep in about 2 seconds! I got him out to put him in his bed and he already had lines on his forehead from sleeping like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325010822597006018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SeY9IUoBUsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/QKtaN666IS0/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Dawson not wanting to take a nap, plays in his room for a while until I find him sleeping like this in his chair. (photo is from my cell phone so it's not that great) Wow, you would think that my children don't have beds! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325012146354575762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SeY-VYAa2ZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZQU3DGSgKhI/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-7166455073184623077?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/7166455073184623077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=7166455073184623077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/7166455073184623077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/7166455073184623077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-do-own-beds.html' title='We do own beds...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SeY9ICM_nGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hx7L5HYhSog/s72-c/IMG_1925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2162318843871330374</id><published>2009-04-06T15:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:34:10.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Training</title><content type='html'>It has been a little to cold outside for the boys to go golfing, so what do you do? Bring the golf into the garage! Dave recently bought this net and the "grass" pad to practice his swing inside the garage, and Dawson was so eager to join him. The only rule is to pull the cars out, just in case. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SdpzOxGA34I/AAAAAAAAAgw/p0xcK-rv1Vc/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321692607225585538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SdpzOxGA34I/AAAAAAAAAgw/p0xcK-rv1Vc/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so ready for warmer weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SdpzOZGOoqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/D3rqVhPxYIw/s1600-h/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321692600784036514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SdpzOZGOoqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/D3rqVhPxYIw/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-2162318843871330374?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2162318843871330374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2162318843871330374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2162318843871330374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2162318843871330374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-training.html' title='Spring Training'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SdpzOxGA34I/AAAAAAAAAgw/p0xcK-rv1Vc/s72-c/IMG_1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-6191669767738354991</id><published>2009-03-24T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:25:36.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Time</title><content type='html'>Dawson was having a hard time going down for his afternoon nap, I tucked him in bed and read him some stories and he just kept coming out. I was in my bedroom with Jordan when I heard something, sure enough Dawson was trying to sneak downstairs to play, I told him to get in bed and take a nap but still he came out again. Finally he decided to just stay in his room, I could still hear him playing but I figured at least he was in his room. A little while later my mom and sister came over to say hi, they peeked into Dawson's room to see if he was awake  and this is what they found...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958771569171170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Scmh1RDHGuI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8LFL-Msz808/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast asleep...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958777433229426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Scmh1m5NiHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ppJecs9OXVM/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The big black thing next to his head is an old football helmet that sits on his nightstand, apparently he was playing with it. Under his blanket is a book that we were reading, that looks real comfortable ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958781943357394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Scmh13sgn9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/wMrLmjFOByg/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in Jordan news... this is how much he enjoyed eating rice cereal for the first time last week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958788218448770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Scmh2PEm64I/AAAAAAAAAgA/9Cw3lXbWV6o/s320/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He also got a little hair cut but his hair is so light that it doesn't show up that well in a photo, but he looks like a stud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-6191669767738354991?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/6191669767738354991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=6191669767738354991' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6191669767738354991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6191669767738354991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/03/nap-time.html' title='Nap Time'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Scmh1RDHGuI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8LFL-Msz808/s72-c/IMG_1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-9143154842628394892</id><published>2009-03-19T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:58:23.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess it isn't really spring officially until tomorrow but the weather here has been so nice! For the first time last fall Dave and I planted some bulbs, having never done this before we didn't really know what we were doing! With all the warm weather lately I was checking out the yard, and look what I came across....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/ScJarDkdjTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3ZCADGqTk9o/s1600-h/IMG_0360[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314910205989719346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/ScJarDkdjTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3ZCADGqTk9o/s320/IMG_0360%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our flowers are coming up! I was so excited I had to take a picture! First I was excited that we planted the bulbs correctly and that they are actually growing and second I was excited that if these flowers are coming up that means winter is coming to an end. I can't wait for warmer weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/ScJaq32PYGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wTUC4nIBOUo/s1600-h/IMG_0359[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314910202843062370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/ScJaq32PYGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wTUC4nIBOUo/s320/IMG_0359%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please disregard the weeds that have sprung along side the flowers, I didn't spend &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much time outside ;)&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/3033038964382207884-9143154842628394892?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/9143154842628394892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=9143154842628394892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/9143154842628394892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/9143154842628394892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/ScJarDkdjTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3ZCADGqTk9o/s72-c/IMG_0360%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-6604964447906258272</id><published>2009-03-11T14:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:39:33.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbgdDiqI2iI/AAAAAAAAAew/qZwLFE8dnl4/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312027707163859490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbgdDiqI2iI/AAAAAAAAAew/qZwLFE8dnl4/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Jordan was born and Dawson came to the hospital to meet him, he didn’t really think much of his brother. If fact he didn’t like that I was holding Jordan and didn’t even want to be in the same room as Jordan and I! So needless to say I was a little nervous about what it was going to be like when we got home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028960961971778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbgeMha5xkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ffRuAR9NRSk/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now there is SO much love, almost too much! Whenever I put Jordan down for his morning nap Dawson asks where the baby went, he will run around the house shouting “baby! baby!” until he finds him and will hop up on the crib and say “hi baby!”. Of course this will wake Jordan up, so I have to threaten him with time out whenever he starts looking for his brother. Lately I have been putting a gate in front of Jordan’s room when he takes a nap.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312027712253328962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbgdD1nj_kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Dn8LN3mZ_mY/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (caught in the act!)&lt;br /&gt;Dawson loves to share things with his brother also, many times I will be taking Jordan out of his car seat and find some of Dawson’s cars in there with Jordan. Dawson also tries to share his sippy cups and food with Jordan, which is all a little scary right now but I am hoping it will last as they get older. When we took Dawson to the Jazz game for his birthday it was the first time we left Jordan without Dawson, when we dropped Jordan off at my parents house and got back in the car the first thing Dawson did was look over at where Jordan normally sits and asked “where’d the baby go?” I had to explain that the baby got to stay and play with grandma and he got to go to a basketball game. I love that he misses his brother when he leaves him :) Any sound that Jordan makes Dawson will copy and laugh at, he thinks that Jordan is so funny. Jordan is also very entertained by Dawson! If I am making dinner and Jordan starts to cry I just tell Dawson to go talk to Jordan. Dawson will start to play with him and calm him right down, Dawson has been such a good help with his brother…most the time. When Dawson feels like he needs your full attention he will point to Jordan’s chair and tell you to put him down, but what more can you expect from a two year old. I love my little boys so much and I love to watch them grow and interact together! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312027707501802114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbgdDj6tcoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_JmGk_8R3WU/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312031656900092194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/Sbggpcko4SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/MnX2tjC0AjA/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312031661075057970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbggpsIBzTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mw58ZQWRFjU/s320/Image023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-6604964447906258272?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/6604964447906258272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=6604964447906258272' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6604964447906258272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6604964447906258272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/03/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SbgdDiqI2iI/AAAAAAAAAew/qZwLFE8dnl4/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-6354308305567620256</id><published>2009-02-17T22:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:00:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good two years!</title><content type='html'>I have a two year old!! Dawson turned two last week and of course he had another theme party, this year it was all about Cars the movie. Notice in the picture below Dawson was trying to blow out the candles before we even started singing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304001781601126530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuZhMBfyII/AAAAAAAAAco/52VQvfYgziA/s320/Blog+Stuff+-+Page+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First I wanted to take a look back at the last few birthdays :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304005281704850914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZucs67QNeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ZxFwQXDvLX4/s320/Dawson+(Skye)+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 4 Days Old &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304005285463069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuctI7SEVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jZBpq77dFQw/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304005288399647954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuctT3atNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wKMnnyN-tTw/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Dawson had a party the night before his birthday with some family and friends and had a great time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304008419780579042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZufjlKzzuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6689nBYzT9Q/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304008428701732914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZufkGZx0DI/AAAAAAAAAdY/auYdXvszDnU/s320/IMG_4140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was after the pinata was opened, once the kids picked up a few pieces of candy they didn't want the rest, they just wanted to eat it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304008424561377858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZufj2-pAkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ZXkStVxhzXU/s320/IMG_4139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was a "jack in the box" that was making all the kids jump whenever it popped!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304008429588201186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZufkJtIPuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/W4xfM0M7Pag/s320/IMG_4146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304010520209038402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuhd13-nEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/fh7ox_tY3jA/s320/IMG_4147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304010524188677986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuheEszF2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/1GuB05RLANI/s320/IMG_4149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304010528946030962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuheWbCiXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/r1bZlpVCoeg/s320/IMG_4158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The night of his birthday Dawson was able to go to the Jazz game! He had a blast!! This picture was just at the start of the game when it was really loud...he really did like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304010530165700658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuhea91ODI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uiD1GpkkO-c/s320/Dawson+%40+Jazz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loved the Jazz bear! The bear come over during the game and gave Dawson a basketball that he had signed. After the bear left us he kept asking, “Where go? Where go?” and “the bear, basketball!” Now that basketball goes everywhere with him!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304011160275227538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuiDGTpk5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DrAwqnic70Q/s320/dawson.tv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawson is such a fun little boy and always keeps me laughing. I love this little two year old!! A quick shout out to my two sisters that live too far away to make it to the party, we missed you girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-6354308305567620256?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/6354308305567620256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=6354308305567620256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6354308305567620256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6354308305567620256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-two-years.html' title='A good two years!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SZuZhMBfyII/AAAAAAAAAco/52VQvfYgziA/s72-c/Blog+Stuff+-+Page+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3540994328931251821</id><published>2009-02-06T13:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:41:10.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 on 30 &amp; the Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dave turned 30 on Jan. 30th!! Dave had three Birthday parties to celebrate.&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299793311036721138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyl79dVx_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5Jq6F3D_7WU/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The first one, which was on his birthday, was dinner with some friends, then cake and some rock band at our house.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299793316843221794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyl8TFt8yI/AAAAAAAAAbg/asEfumPznFM/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299793312785989186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyl8D-ZfkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/me6DEvXYio4/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299795058420454610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYynhq-FlNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pKiCFw4Jwx4/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next party was with Dave’s family and somehow I didn’t get any photos of that party. The last one was a Birthday/Super Bowl Party with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299795064575275970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyniB5gs8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/x_hReeE2Nts/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dawson was showing off his muscles, he thinks he is just a strong as the football players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299795074647927170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyninbBKYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sptGQFAL5W4/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1795982&amp;amp;id=551546259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1795982&amp;amp;id=551546259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had way to much food as always... I think this year we had even more then normal because I started out with a honey baked ham for lunch. Yum!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299799062522422018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyrKvaY4wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kgfNyZ4ZwUA/s320/super+bowl+partay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As you can tell in this picture my basement gets a little cold, it's a good thing I've got a bunch on blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299799055967134498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyrKW_fIyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DP5rlyPzL7Y/s320/Dawson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was Dave's gift from my parents, Dawson had a lot of fun trying them on :) Below is Dawson with Grandma Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299799060468528050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyrKnws87I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Bs_5riH8pas/s320/Dawson+%26+Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What a way to celebrate your 30th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299795072219571122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYynieYDY7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/cOq9JwZjFvU/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had three parties we also had three cakes! It's a good thing Dawson's birthday is on Wednesday, because I don't think we have eaten enough cake yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299801422451707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYytUG1YD_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/7KwIEm6ZN9E/s320/Dave+%26+Aimee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dave is such a great husband and father! Dave is always willing to help with the boys and around the house, we love him so much! Happy Birthday Dave!&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/3033038964382207884-3540994328931251821?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3540994328931251821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3540994328931251821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3540994328931251821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3540994328931251821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/02/30-on-30-super-bowl.html' title='30 on 30 &amp; the Super Bowl'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SYyl79dVx_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5Jq6F3D_7WU/s72-c/IMG_1784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3354667113779034095</id><published>2009-01-27T09:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:21:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SX8z_tVVozI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oxQtaJDVuQg/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008856404861746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SX8z_tVVozI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oxQtaJDVuQg/s320/grandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three years ago we lost my grandma Janet. I still miss her so much, but she left us with some great memories. Dave and I were living in California, and I was at work when my younger brother Tyler called to tell me about her accident. I went straight home to buy my plane ticket to Utah and since Dave couldn’t get off work I came home alone. It was hard being away from my family when we lost her. On the flight to Utah I think the person next to me said about one word to me the entire flight, I guess she could tell I wasn’t quite in the mood for talking. When I got off the plane to get my bags, my brother Tyler and my sister in-law Rachelle jumped out from around the corner. They gave me huge hugs and made it so fun to be back home in Utah. During the week I was able to help dress my grandma and get her ready for the viewing and funeral. Everything went so well, it was a wonderful funeral. She was such a beautiful woman, I think about her often and we quote her all the time. I love you Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008874858778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SX80AyFGDzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/J5zn7f-ovY0/s320/granny+%26+gramps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years after she passed President Hinckley passed, the same day as my grandma. I was able to go to the viewing with my mom and sister; it was such a wonderful experience. So today I remember my funny grandma, who liked to speak her mind and our sweet prophet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296008916617011714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SX80DNpCIgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/QXrjQs0_JjQ/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3354667113779034095?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3354667113779034095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3354667113779034095' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3354667113779034095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3354667113779034095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-memories.html' title='Loving Memories'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SX8z_tVVozI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oxQtaJDVuQg/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2103811922990110761</id><published>2009-01-23T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:47:03.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He just loves golf…really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXoOZ0W9wFI/AAAAAAAAAao/bYTMAITHPkE/s1600-h/Dawson+&amp;amp;+Jordan+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294560148641923154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXoOZ0W9wFI/AAAAAAAAAao/bYTMAITHPkE/s320/Dawson+%26+Jordan+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The other day while Dave and Dawson were watching a game of football, Dawson of course yelling “touchdown” and “wow”, there was a commercial and Dave decided to change to the golf channel during the break. This got Dawson on his feet!! He cheered after a long drive “ohhh wow!” and again as they were putting into the hole. Dawson has his own golf clubs and has played a few times but never really watched, he was loving it. Then Dave changed it back to the football game, figuring it would be back on and Dawson started crying “golf ball! golf ball!” So they watched a little more golf then football that afternoon. Who knew my almost two year old would love to watch golf that much! Now whenever Dave turns on a football game Dawson figures there must be a golf game on also so he starts asking for golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294560155010001170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXoOaMFO6RI/AAAAAAAAAaw/U3L1f04IU_g/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a few days after Jordan was born, on a nice day Dave took Dawson out to play nine holes. Dawson had fun golfing with just the two of them. Just a little note about the top picture, Dawson would not take a picture with any of the clubs, just his favorite. Not the putter or his 7 iron just his driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-2103811922990110761?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2103811922990110761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2103811922990110761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2103811922990110761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2103811922990110761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-just-loves-golfreally.html' title='He just loves golf…really!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXoOZ0W9wFI/AAAAAAAAAao/bYTMAITHPkE/s72-c/Dawson+%26+Jordan+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3191728761358996959</id><published>2009-01-20T21:04:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:02:07.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the time go?</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have been on here so be prepared for some old photos of thanksgiving and such :) I guess I will start with what we did most recently; Jordan was blessed on January 4. It was such a wonderful day; Dave gave Jordan a sweet blessing. I am so thankful for Dave, he is such a wonderful Dad and he honors his priesthood so that is able to bless our family in so many ways. Jordan was such a good boy during his entire blessing, he is such an easy baby overall. We were able to have some friends and family over after the blessing; it was such a fun afternoon! Here is Dawson before church climbing on some chairs...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595104958040178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXags4fFSHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5Z5Do9TxAlI/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293595744856107378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXahSISq6XI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cBDeI3c1lWA/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanksgiving was a lot of fun, what holiday isn’t with so much food. All the food made Dave and Jordan really sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597116397696178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXaih9rqtLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/AY0dnrCCOEg/s320/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597128378239186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXaiiqUDSNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WDE9v6eamUk/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Christmas Eve we were able to talk to my bother Tyler who is serving a mission in Hong Kong. It was so fun to talk to him; I can’t believe he will be coming home in June! Two years have gone by so fast; I can’t wait for him to see how much Dawson has changed and to meet Jordan. Christmas was so fun this year, with Dawson being almost two he still didn’t understand Santa coming but he was very excited to wake up to presents! He got a Thomas train track set that we could not pull him away from ALL day! He didn’t want to stop to eat my Christmas breakfast which I didn’t burn this year (unlike last year); he didn’t even want to stop to eat lunch. Santa really got it right this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys and I waiting for Tyler to call:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599376057289394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXaklfkfyrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xpUQvWkBvQQ/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawson checking out what Santa brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293607294840120850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXarybVcphI/AAAAAAAAAZs/c-fau4836X0/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599387412658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXakmJ30-HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IOBudSRwqO0/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is where Dawson spent his entire day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599392804490290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXakmd9VzDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/N2DztaWcEtk/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jordan's gifts were bigger then him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293601500284485906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXamhI7ugRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/kEzHRVRk9aA/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dave and Dawson also got to go out and have fun in the snow. I think it was more fun for Dawson since Dave was really out there to shovel the driveway. I love a white Christmas! We had so much fun over the holiday I am glad that they are over though, it is much more relaxing with out them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293603563965878050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXaoZQvtjyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/db-Kllq3L1A/s320/IMG_1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dawson was testing out the new snow pants that he got for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293603572083661442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXaoZu_JGoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bw2b11wT3Fw/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is the view from my back window it is so pretty when it snows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293603572872822418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXaoZx7SvpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QORIqzbwS5s/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" /&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;Sorry about the Christmas pictures in January but I thought I should put a post on here before Jordan turned one ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3191728761358996959?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3191728761358996959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3191728761358996959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3191728761358996959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3191728761358996959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go?'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SXags4fFSHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/5Z5Do9TxAlI/s72-c/IMG_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2932505221928901055</id><published>2008-11-14T13:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:33:20.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3ojX2RWmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/W78o20eTAAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268622833488058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3ojX2RWmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/W78o20eTAAQ/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is here... Jordan Andrew was born on Monday the 10th at 3:21pm, he weighed 7lb 9oz and we are both doing very well. It is so great to a have him here and he has been such a good baby (so far). This picture is right after the delivery, everything went so much better and faster then last time! I guess it helped that Jordan was so much smaller then Dawson was! He seems so tiny to me compared to Dawson, who was born with fat rolls all over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268622835489705218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3ojfTgDQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Ls6dfZqBoiI/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures from the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268622840195070018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3ojw1WOEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/dLG-yoit2A4/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dawson was not to excited to meet his new brother, most the time he didn't even want to come into my hospital room. When he was in he would head straight for the door and say "lets go, in the car" since we have been home he has been a little more open to having a baby in the house. Sometimes he will even try to hand him a car to play with, so we have to watch him so Jordan doesn't get hit by any cars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625964464591682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3rZnpP00I/AAAAAAAAAWc/rQllYwZruDQ/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625987074365810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3ra731mXI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BTGxY4RDTTw/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dawson watching Monsters Inc. while he waited for me to get ready to leave the hospital, little Jordan in the backround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625971507779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3raB4eWKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/s1oq7AErQ8A/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting ready to leave the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625990481412690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3rbIkJAlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ikVfBdfpQxE/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little family photo before we left for the hospital, as you can tell Dawson was more then ready to get out of there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268625998647582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3rbm_G4PI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UVHJpvKUDjs/s320/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now we are home relaxing and it has been going very well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-2932505221928901055?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2932505221928901055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2932505221928901055' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2932505221928901055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2932505221928901055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/11/jordan-andrew.html' title='Jordan Andrew'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SR3ojX2RWmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/W78o20eTAAQ/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-5883984190951428383</id><published>2008-11-05T20:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:12:02.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive...</title><content type='html'>Ummm I don’t really have an excuse of why I have not blogged in such a long time. I guess I could say that I have been 9 months pregnant chasing around a 1 1/2 year old but I think that should give me the excuse to sit and relax in front of the computer more often. So I guess I’ll just post some pictures of what we have been up to while awaiting the arrival of our new little boy (who does not have a name). A while ago we took a trip to the zoo, it was Dawsons first time and I think that he enjoyed it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379543663557394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJizDusuxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q7WyxMWiR6E/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In this picture with Dave, Dawson would not look at the camera long enough for me to get a good picture. Dawson just kept pointing to "the keys" which are of course monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379568051303970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJi0elMNiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/FJQLt4ZaKEI/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dawson has also been able to get in some reading, this is how I found him the other morning. I guess he couldn't choose just one book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379569646967394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJi0khoGmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NzXeAisik1I/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then of course there was Halloween :) The night before Halloween we went to a friends party, the guy with the white shirt and tie was Warren Jeffs and the girls and guys in jean dresses are his wives. It was so funny :) Dawson would be the little Monster in the back that is crying. We really shouldn't take these pictures at the end of the night when Dawson is ready to be in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382566510805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJljAtpQRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uwXylWUP_C4/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265390118030725554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJsakUS0bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9phV81HEohE/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this next picture is way past Dawsons bedtime (he had already pulled me out to our car wanting to go home). If you can't tell what Dave and I went as, well... I went as a nine month pregnant woman going into labor and Dave went as my Doctor. Really it was just a good excuse for me to wear sweats and a rope all night :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382572746109714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJljX8QcxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bbXC1M8tGJQ/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halloween night we took Dawson out trick or treating and he was not to happy about it at first, but after a few houses he got the hang of it and kept saying "lets go" if we were taking to long at the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382582727855698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJlj9IFzlI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pvXhz9h4Un4/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each house we went to Dawson would try to walk in, like he was there to play. Then if anyone offered the bowl he would give them the candy he had in his hands and take some out the bowl. He always had to be carrying candy in his hands. We went to one house that had the lights on but no one answered so we told Dawson they weren't home and we turned around to go and Dawson kept asking "where's the cookie?". He ended up really enjoying trick or treating and when we got home he dumped all his "cookies" on the couch and started to enjoy his loot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382584540359122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJlkD4OadI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yzAD-kCoKtQ/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also for those of you who are not aware Jazz season has started again! I went to the first game of the season but I think that it may have been my last for a little while as you can see from the picture I took on my phone, those are a lot of stairs for a pregnant belly to walk up. I was also super hot the whole time so  I think I'll wait til after the baby when I can enjoy myself a little more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265390114708320258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJsaX8K8AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/92wOSAvZWtY/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'll try to be better about posting, for sure I'll post next week went I am hopefully home with a new baby. I should be induced on Monday, yippy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-5883984190951428383?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/5883984190951428383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=5883984190951428383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5883984190951428383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5883984190951428383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SRJizDusuxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/q7WyxMWiR6E/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-6362389592601136030</id><published>2008-09-24T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:26:21.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses Excuses</title><content type='html'>While sitting in time out recently Dawson has come up with some excuses to get out. He sits down in his time out spot and after about one second starts saying “ca ca” which means that he is either going pee or poop and must sit on the potty. I will admit I have fallen for this trick and let him sit on the potty only to have nothing come out. After which he just got off and started playing (so much for that time out). So after learning my lesson I just tell him “no ca ca”.  After that doesn’t work he points to a part of his body and says “ouchie” and tries to get up and show it to me. I tell him no ouchie and to sit on his bum. He will then start over, pointing to his diaper saying “ca ca” when that doesn’t work AGAIN he finds another part of his body with an imaginary ouchie. This goes on the entire time out, you would think with all his planning his time outs are lasting forever. No they are one measly minute! He cannot sit for 60 seconds without trying to get out of time out.  After the minute is up and he is free to leave time out, all of a sudden the urge to use the potty has gone and the ouchies have disappeared, imagine that. I must say that I was impressed at how fast he came up with these excuses. Lately I have noticed that he has set some toys down by the time out spot just in case he is sent there, but I am not falling for his tricks anymore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-6362389592601136030?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/6362389592601136030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=6362389592601136030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6362389592601136030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6362389592601136030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses Excuses'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-5028287306239206658</id><published>2008-09-14T14:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:08:10.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The last bit of our summer...</title><content type='html'>It has been a little while since a post so I thought that I would show what we did as the summer came to a close. It's going to be a lot of pictures! We went to Idaho for a family reunion and the first stop was Bear World. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245974408976355698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM1x7jvTUXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fbM2EdQADCg/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; As you can see Dawson was really excited for this stop :) We made sure that we woke him up in time to see the bears.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245974415070480466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM1x76cQSFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bUKxYEh-S4M/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You drive your car through a wooded area where they keep all the bears so you have to keep your windows up and no stopping. Dave and I thought it was pretty cool being so close to the bears but Dawson acted as if this was something he sees everyday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245976465830652098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM1zzSHlKMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YN3k3Trnj_M/s320/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245976461438181442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM1zzBwVYEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ikVZyDKi3RI/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the only bear he was afraid of...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245977193745950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM10dp0HJwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cdRkr1FiF3w/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;until we had him touch and he realized that this bear was not real. After the driving they had a little petting zoo and some small rides which Dawson enjoyed a lot. We had to pull him off the train ride, I think he could have stayed on that all day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245979109978112098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM12NMVdgGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BVpWuokj_ko/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245979110054998866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM12NMnys1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/6GM-yowBRhE/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245979111684368162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM12NSsQ5yI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kPaUJGbefpY/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We stayed in a cabin in Island Park and did some fun stuff like rafting down a river, visiting Yellowstone and going to a rodeo where you could ride the steers of bulls if you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245981015285606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM138GKKqDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ac_iuwhblgM/s320/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my brother in law, he is the only family member that rode the bull and actually did pretty well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245981017995556642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM138QQRNyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/X0W0aQteM0Y/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I couldn't believe my brother David rode the steer, I thought that he would chicken out but he did a great job too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245981025441394802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM138r_fsHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rsuT8RFy00I/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dave and Dawson's 1 st time to Yellowstone :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245981036811220098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM139WWRdII/AAAAAAAAAPo/bMF0q_rOobM/s320/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245983060568459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM15zJbmSdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HaYe05jPiEw/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245983069342500354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM15zqHfhgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vsa99Rs5TC8/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245983071123064866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM15zwwAyCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EIwrfzUTB8Y/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dawson actually did pretty well on the long drives, he slept a lot of the time or watched the Jungle Book over and over. This was one of the random positions he fell asleep in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245983078220550962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM150LML0zI/AAAAAAAAAQI/y6t6okhoh2I/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We only had one little bump in the road and it wasn't that long. It gave us some time to get out and stretch, but with scenery like this we didn't mind to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245984595467472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM17MfYCjhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cAttqVn7uF8/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245984603563194066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM17M9iNdtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HThwdOXvJW0/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Grand Tetons were beautiful and it was a nice way to end the summer, now for the fall and a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-5028287306239206658?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/5028287306239206658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=5028287306239206658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5028287306239206658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5028287306239206658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-bit-of-our-summer.html' title='The last bit of our summer...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SM1x7jvTUXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fbM2EdQADCg/s72-c/IMG_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8083430436661343106</id><published>2008-08-24T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:49:20.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We set a date...</title><content type='html'>My doctor and I have set a date... the date that I am going to be induced! I love having that end date. I am being induced Nov. 10. I was induced with Dawson Feb. 10 at 7 am but he didn't show up til the 11th so we'll see what happens with this one. My doctor seems confident that this one will come faster but I'm not so sure. I am being induced 5 days before my due date, hopefully this will mean a smaller baby. Even an ounce or two smaller would be nice :) Speaking of which Dawson is now a "big boy", he started nursery (YIPPY) and is sleeping in a big boy bed! We actually started taking Dawson to nursery a few weeks early and would just stay with him (since he wasn't really suppose to be there). While we were in there with him he would just pay no attention to us, while other children would come over and ask us to play or read to them. Dawson would just look over at me sometimes like "what are you still doing here?". So on his first real day we left him and things were wonderful!! Well at least for me, Dave and Dawson, I'm not sure the other children liked it much. Dawson is a bit of a bully and doesn't know how to share yet and he uses being the biggest in the class to his advantage. We were told when we came to pick him up that he made a few kids cry by head butting them. Lovely. At least I know he can hold his own being the new kid in class.&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago we moved the office stuff downstairs and set up Dawson's toddler bed in his new room just so I could start getting things ready in the nursery (Dawsons current room). I wasn't planing on putting Dawson in the new room and bed for a month or two but after his grandma's came over and told him how exciting it was that he now had a new big boy bed I guess it got him all excited too. That night after I got him all ready for bed I told him it was bedtime and he ran into his new room and got himself all tucked into his toddler bed. I told him if he wanted to he could sleep there, expecting him to come out after a few minutes, but he didn't come out until the next morning! So now we are going on week 3 of toddler bed, the only problem is naptime he will go down fine but he comes out after about 10 min. thinking that he had a long enough nap so naptime is still in the crib for now. The only thing that I am not liking about the new bed is that now he is not stuck in the crib until we get him, he can come out at 7:30 (before I normally wake up) and try to open my eye's with his little fingers. Oh well at least it was an easier transition then I thought it would be :)&lt;br /&gt;So there are no pictures in this blog I need to get a bunch off my camera, so I will include some pictures next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8083430436661343106?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8083430436661343106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8083430436661343106' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8083430436661343106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8083430436661343106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-set-date.html' title='We set a date...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2104026823338319591</id><published>2008-08-05T11:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:38.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go USA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiN8Kvz50I/AAAAAAAAANI/dIaTRrFTYYs/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231087032007386946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiN8Kvz50I/AAAAAAAAANI/dIaTRrFTYYs/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a little while but over the 24th we went with Daves family down to St. George and Las Vegas. In Las Vegas the boys went to see the USA Olympic Basketball team play Canada and the girls of course went shopping. I think that the best part of the trip was that Dave took Dawson with him while I got to shop in peace! Dawson really hates going to the mall with me and just wants to get out and run. I think that he really enjoyed going to a basketball game again, it has been a little while since the Jazz have played and they were able to see two of our jazz men out on the court. Dave and Dawson both wore there Jazz shirts to show support for Deron and Carlos. They of course beat Canada! GO USA!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231088382528083634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiPKx1CVrI/AAAAAAAAANY/sSsWzkRsPSc/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I love how small Dawson looks in this picture next to the huge poster of some basketball players :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231088670664032034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiPbjN__yI/AAAAAAAAANg/XWkbVJrBuh4/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was SUPER hot in St. George as usual so we made the most of it by shopping and swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231089880612465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiQh-oL6rI/AAAAAAAAANo/3Hh_OABtQUU/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231089885381643250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiQiQZPy_I/AAAAAAAAANw/Xe6Cy0VgC6w/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had some lunch at Ruby River and it was Aunt Joyce's birthday (Dave's aunt that was also in St. George) so after the singing Dawson was able to wear the birthday hat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090969035004706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiRhVUV2yI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MTetNSZfdco/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see he was a little busy on the cell phone to look up for a picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092414449866834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiS1d6GWFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kdWU4tPYum4/s320/Jardine+family+trip.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun little family trip, it was great to spend time with Dave's Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-2104026823338319591?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2104026823338319591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2104026823338319591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2104026823338319591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2104026823338319591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-usa.html' title='Go USA!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SJiN8Kvz50I/AAAAAAAAANI/dIaTRrFTYYs/s72-c/IMG_1456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-4103725541607226545</id><published>2008-07-14T10:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:39.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Tiger Woods?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuDkCtGooI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2Y7PpFke8vg/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222912848090800770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuDkCtGooI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2Y7PpFke8vg/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave really enjoys golf and goes about twice a week or more, so on Saturday night he decided he wanted to take Dawson and I to the country club for our first time golfing. I got some of Daves old clubs and Dawson had his plastic ones and we were off to play our first nine holes :) Dawson really enjoyed the golf cart, he would steer for Dave, the only thing was that he would try to steer nice and straight as we were headed right for some trees so Dave would try to turn as Dawson would try and hold it straight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222909335043054514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuAXjlQG7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jAwRs1GoVEs/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me about to tee off reminding Dave that I really have no idea what I am doing. Turns out my drives did not go that far (imagine that haha) so I would tee off and most the time just pick up my ball and continue from where Daves ball ended up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222910558632335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuBexzq2QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Wxz8wAw130s/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222912493417500402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuDPZcZjvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/xXC39iNZ8DM/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really like Dawsons form in this picture, he is a great golfer! The plastic club and one hand was a great strategy he won for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222913841860488706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuEd4yQrgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wp9yZp2q0mI/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dawson was very helpful when we were up on the green making our putts, if we got close to the hole Dawson was nice enough to just pick it up and put it in for us :) Here Dawson is clapping after he had thrown our balls into the hole for us. He looks so proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222915494516054034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuF-FaDWBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R567uSq7udc/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that Dawson may have thought that the bunkers were fun sandboxes so we had to try to keep him out of those as much as we could. He was distracted by his club and ball pretty easily though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222915519056276082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuF_g05anI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fZb-qqJgDg8/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Overall I think that it was fun for all of us, even though Dawson and I may have slowed Daves game down a bit. Dave is excited to someday take his two boys out golfing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-4103725541607226545?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/4103725541607226545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=4103725541607226545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4103725541607226545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/4103725541607226545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/07/future-tiger-woods.html' title='Future Tiger Woods?'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHuDkCtGooI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2Y7PpFke8vg/s72-c/IMG_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2855385800865039598</id><published>2008-07-08T10:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:40.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on the lake</title><content type='html'>We took Dawson out the boat for the first time, and all he really wanted to do was drive. I had to keep him distracted while Dave was driving because all he wanted to do was be next to him driving. He liked the ride, although he was a little unsure of all the wind blowing in his face. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHORAIHaN1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Uw8AQwr64Ww/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220675824417126226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHORAIHaN1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Uw8AQwr64Ww/s200/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOQuF9Xj4I/AAAAAAAAALY/A2vOWanQZLE/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220675514600492930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOQuF9Xj4I/AAAAAAAAALY/A2vOWanQZLE/s200/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us got in the water mostly it was just a nice drive and hanging out on the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOPliHwAFI/AAAAAAAAALI/MSbW50uVBcw/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220674268029780050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOPliHwAFI/AAAAAAAAALI/MSbW50uVBcw/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Dawsons face in this picture..he is trying to smile while we were driving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOPThWQChI/AAAAAAAAALA/6Gr8ExecmNo/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220673958584519186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOPThWQChI/AAAAAAAAALA/6Gr8ExecmNo/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boating was in the afternoon right during a nap so by the end of the ride he got real grumpy until all the sudden he was OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220675074866781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHOQUf0rm7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WROus-tCP_I/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&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/3033038964382207884-2855385800865039598?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2855385800865039598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2855385800865039598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2855385800865039598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2855385800865039598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-on-lake.html' title='Out on the lake'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SHORAIHaN1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Uw8AQwr64Ww/s72-c/IMG_1384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-5166534040804077416</id><published>2008-06-30T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few of the things we've been up to so far this summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Dawson to his first Bees baseball game, I don't think it was as exciting as the Jazz or Blaze but I think he had a good time. We went with Nana Lana and Grandpa Stan and they got him a bees hat and a baseball which he calls his basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808656411007426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SGlhU-9WGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5Lzme02x5sE/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went and played down in St. George, before it got hot in Utah County. It was still ridiculously hot down there though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808659397160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SGlhVKFTLMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/g84G4IKrF1Q/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808711110045858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SGlhYKunMKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mvt8THjgng8/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Dad had a birthday and we got him this fire pit for the backyard. Dawson loved to watch the fire and tell us that it is hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808679014115218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SGlhWTKWJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QA_6xr7aHaI/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217808696293134402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SGlhXTh_EEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zUj75mB2MSg/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There were more summer pictures to post but my computer is being dumb so I will try to upload the rest later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-5166534040804077416?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/5166534040804077416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=5166534040804077416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5166534040804077416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/5166534040804077416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SGlhU-9WGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5Lzme02x5sE/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-9018143473472184823</id><published>2008-06-26T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:12:48.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday we found out that we are having another BOY! We are really excited, I think that it will be so nice for Dawson to have someone to play "bat-it-ball" and cars with. The new little guy looked real healthy and is measuring perfectly for my due date, Nov. 15. He was face down laying on his stomach so a profile picture was kinda hard to get but he had his legs nice and spread out to show that he was for sure a boy. I guess I will just have to get used to this house being all boy :) Dave is excited because now he gets another boy to take to sporting events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-9018143473472184823?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/9018143473472184823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=9018143473472184823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/9018143473472184823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/9018143473472184823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/06/snakes-snails-and-puppy-dog-tails.html' title='Snakes, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-504133190288996766</id><published>2008-06-10T20:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:42.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very useful engine and the graduate</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted anything for a bit so I thought I would share what we have been up to the past few weekends. First we went to Heber and had our day out with Thomas, lately Dawson has been loving all things Thomas (he refers to them as cars). I wasn't sure if he would still be to young for this or not but he actually loved it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210449056180384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE87z3nmscI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wOsrxIfz0PQ/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cold day, so that is why we are dressed like it is winter time. When we where taking these pictures all Dawson wanted to do was look at the "cars" so these are the pictures we got where the back of his head is not all that you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210449063736891746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE870TxN2WI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BxKklKLmy6I/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really cute, they took the Heber Creeper and just added the Thomas engine to the front and took you for a short little ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210449079804179026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE871Pn9MlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MAzcSW45MIo/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got in the train Dawson was a little restless until it started then ALL he wanted to do was look out the window! It was cold outside but pretty warm in the train and even warmer when the sun is blaring though your window but Dawson would not move. When the train would blow its whistle he would look around and ask "what's that?" and when he did you could see the sweat matting down the right side of his hair. We tried to move him to a cooler spot but he wanted to be right there, with his head on the glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210449092615931666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE871_WhBxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TgZNsMMKrcg/s320/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210452297035925138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE8-wgvxxpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/n43ifCXheSU/s320/IMG_2591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They had a lot of things for the kids to do set up in tents but the train ride was the most exciting part for Dawson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210449122236182450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE873tsiL7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/F20PnPnwIpE/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My little sister Emily graduated from Lone Peak High school, I can't believe that she is already that old! It doesn't seem like it has been that long since I was in my cap and gown...yet it also feels like it has been forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210454733829487106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE9A-WgougI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ySSwymsTppY/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dawson really love his aunt Emily, she is so cute with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210454741813225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE9A-0QG6MI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lPxAHxei-Mw/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the sisters and our babies :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210454757556948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE9A_u5tDMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/O-TZVo1GzbY/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little family picture that Dawson was not too happy about, it was a really nice night and all Dawson wanted to do was run around! It was fun to be there and support Emily but I am glad that we don't have to sit though another one until 2011 when my youngest brother David graduates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210454767928252210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE9BAVialzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PYXMqNO8Xz8/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-504133190288996766?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/504133190288996766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=504133190288996766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/504133190288996766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/504133190288996766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-useful-engine-and-graduate.html' title='A very useful engine and the graduate'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SE87z3nmscI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wOsrxIfz0PQ/s72-c/IMG_1307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-7874108227039263156</id><published>2008-05-26T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:14:10.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength in Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Coming mid November we are adding another number to our family! That's right, we are expecting our second child :) I am 15 weeks along right now and have been feeling really good, so good that when I went in for my 12 week check up I was a little nervous that there wouldn't be a heartbeat. I haven't felt pregnant at all, at least not the way I felt with Dawson. I am sure as time goes on and as I start showing I'll start to feel real pregnant. When we told our parents we had Dawson wear a cute shirt, that I bought online that said "I am going to be a big brother". My mom was holding him when she took off his jacket and read it, she started jumping and yelling and getting all excited which made Dawson start to cry. Hopefully this is not how Dawson really feels about becoming a big brother :) Dave and I are really excited and can't wait to meet our new baby. In about a month we'll find out if we are having a boy or a girl, we will keep you posted :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-7874108227039263156?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/7874108227039263156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=7874108227039263156' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/7874108227039263156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/7874108227039263156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/05/strength-in-numbers.html' title='Strength in Numbers'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-189530645618007813</id><published>2008-05-14T21:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Jazz and David Archuleta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCuvMULxyAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v_WgI_z5Y_0/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200442820840769538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCuvMULxyAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v_WgI_z5Y_0/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you that don't know, we have season tickets to the Jazz and the only time I have taken my camera is when we have Dawson with us but when David Archuleta came last Friday I just had to bring it again:) Dave and I just LOVE American Idol and Dave loves the Jazz so this was a really great night for both of us! I don't know why I got so excited when David came out, but I did, I was cheering like a 16 year old again (which would make me just the right age for him haha). He did a great job! After he sang he sat across the court and a few rows up. I was watching him during the game and he had so many people coming up to him asking for him to sign a shirt or their ticket or something. I was tempted but he was to far away ;) This first picture is us in our seat I was just getting ready to put on my huge XL blue shirt that they gave us :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is David just getting ready to sing, it was the best picture I could get. He had so many people and camera's around him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200445840202778642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCux8ELxyBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wGHXo5tau0Y/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is up on the big screen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200445844497745954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCux8ULxyCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/onL0k--85z4/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I have to add a quick picture of my favorite jazz player #26 Kyle Korver. Too bad its just the back of his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200445857382647858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCux9ELxyDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wQdc74lhKqA/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;As I am writing this I am also watching to Jazz Game in LA, the Jazz aren't looking that good so hopefully they'll win tonight!! Dave went to LA for the game so maybe if he starts cheering louder they'll win :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200448966938970178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCu0yELxyEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gGrkufThKUs/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                            GO JAZZ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-189530645618007813?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/189530645618007813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=189530645618007813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/189530645618007813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/189530645618007813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/05/utah-jazz-and-david-archuleta.html' title='Utah Jazz and David Archuleta!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCuvMULxyAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/v_WgI_z5Y_0/s72-c/IMG_1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-6353300278369223005</id><published>2008-05-07T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:43.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCHgjRUS-lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kybRYu-gksA/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197682341510838866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCHgjRUS-lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kybRYu-gksA/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took Dawson out with me on a trip to the mall, lunch and a stop at the bank where he got this sucker and he fell asleep after only a few licks. I guess I just need to slow down some times and give the boy his nap! :)&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/3033038964382207884-6353300278369223005?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/6353300278369223005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=6353300278369223005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6353300278369223005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/6353300278369223005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/05/worn-out.html' title='Worn out'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SCHgjRUS-lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kybRYu-gksA/s72-c/IMG_1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-9156236769507436495</id><published>2008-05-01T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:44.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt8XqGVhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YpozxLTOacM/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445266547103250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt8XqGVhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YpozxLTOacM/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippy! My sister Ashley had her first baby on April 29! Brayden Blackham was born at 9:30 pm weighed 8lb 3oz and is 20 1/2 inches tall. He is so cute I just love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445253662201330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt7nqGVfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lqURoDeLDck/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ashley and Brayden just a few minutes after he was born. It took about 16 hours of hard work but Brayden is finally here! He got a little banged up during the birth so he has a scab on his eye and some marks on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445288021939746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt9nqGViI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7EyoSkkeJHI/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at those big eyes! Brayden is the 2nd grand baby on both sides and Dawson was excited to now have a boy cousin, he was giving him some sweet kisses on the head. You did a great job Ashley we are so excited for you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445240777299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt63qGVeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QiTMp_CSSVg/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445257957168642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt73qGVgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0o5SXkoMK4c/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-9156236769507436495?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/9156236769507436495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=9156236769507436495' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/9156236769507436495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/9156236769507436495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-is-here.html' title='He is here!!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SBnt8XqGVhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YpozxLTOacM/s72-c/IMG_1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3368782595489262955</id><published>2008-04-14T11:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been doing!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have been a major slacker when it comes to my blog, so I am just going to post some of the stuff that we have been up to the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;We finished our basement!! I am so happy that it is done, it was SO dusty in my house (it still is). I am so happy to have my house back to myself, without workers going in and out disrupting Dawsons nap times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some before pictures...well actually this was after it had been started, I think the electrical was being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149295488709026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOPynwSsaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hgiDSsBX_aE/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149286898774418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOPyHwSsZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CiaCsjSUqwk/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my SUPER dusty floor going down into the basement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149304078643634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOPzHwSsbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dHxFOu6h20Y/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my kitchen table, I had to add the face so you would be able to see that thin layer of dust. It was everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149308373610946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOPzXwSscI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Q5xwKPc2Zrs/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the basement after, so much better! Right now all we have down there is the love sac, someday we'll get a t.v. and couch but I am just so excited that it is done I don't really care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151520281768402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOR0HwSsdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f3na5pzD8Z8/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basement is now Dawsons favorite place to run around, he doesn't like it when I make him come back up stairs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151528871703010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOR0nwSseI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GYmA1NV59vE/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the new bathroom downstairs, Dave and my dad put the cabinet in and it looks so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151537461637618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOR1HwSsfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RsBDaW5-ezM/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been about a month but we also went to the 1st Blaze game of the year. I think that Dawson almost liked it better then the Jazz games. The crowd there gets a little more crazy, I think that Dawson was clapping the entire game!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189155325622792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOVRnwSsgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Og5ImYxirzc/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189155334212727314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOVSHwSshI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XRLpSVGqS_s/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course there was Easter, we had a lot of fun. With both our parents living in Alpine we have to share the holidays. We had two Easter dinners with each family. One at 1pm the next dinner at 4pm, we were full by the end of the day. Dawson was not sure why we made him pick up eggs and put it into a basket but he did it anyway :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189158022862254626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOXunwSsiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/044nVKEcgeU/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawson was not really that interested in coloring the eggs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189158031452189234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOXvHwSsjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/V6X_5LOsjxg/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189158040042123842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOXvnwSskI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ssdOb4P9odU/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189158048632058450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOXwHwSslI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wo9jTc3yuEg/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well there are a few of the things that we have been up to :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3368782595489262955?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3368782595489262955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3368782595489262955' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3368782595489262955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3368782595489262955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-weve-been-doing.html' title='What we&apos;ve been doing!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/SAOPynwSsaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hgiDSsBX_aE/s72-c/IMG_1140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3698512842027615002</id><published>2008-03-25T14:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:46.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Dawson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dawson got tagged by Coleman, which I thought was so cute, it has just taken me a while to get on and post a blog. I am going to try in the next few days to post a blog of all the fun stuff we have been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dawsons Tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken the other day after he woke up from his nap, he had gotten sweaty and then moved around like crazy and was standing up in his crib calling "daddy daddy". His hair has since been cut :( his dad thought it was getting to long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181789495511309954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R-lqF4TNXoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dijseABv1SE/s320/IMG_1219%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 things about Dawson:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. He LOVES music, if I am watching TV while he is playing and a commercial with fun music comes on he will stop whatever he is doing and get up and clap and dance. I also play the Wicked sound track in the mornings while we eat breakfast and he comes running in the kitchen as soon as he hears the 1st song, I need to get it on video it is priceless. Any children's show with lots of music and singing keeps him entertained!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. His latest favorite word is what's that, it sounds like whaazz at. He brings me things constantly asking "what's that" then saying "ohhh" after I tell him. Only to have him ask again 1 second later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Loves his veggies, he would rather eat his carrots then his fruit at lunch time. I hope this last all his life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Cell phones are one his favorite toys, he holds it to his ear and says "hi daddy" I have yet to get a phone call from him, I guess he figures I am always around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. He loves balls and ball games, he always carries his ball with him and if he ever sees a ball game of any kind on TV he will yell "ball ball". He recently noticed that when we are sitting in church you can see the basketball hoop up in the gym and yells "ball ball" during sacrament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. He will give you pats on the back if you hold him and he is excited to see you or if you get him out of his crib. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. He is fearless or just does understand the laws of gravity quite yet. He will stand on the couch and just try to wall off, he has fallen down my parents stairs also. I think that slowly he is learning, after that fall on the stairs he is a little more careful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. When Dawson was born the nurses said "oh my gosh!" (yeah a little scary) followed by "he is huge, hurry get him on the scale!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was fun :) Dawson now tags: Brock Robinson, Hyrum Hatch, Lili Lundeen, and Emmie Dowland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3698512842027615002?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3698512842027615002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3698512842027615002' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3698512842027615002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3698512842027615002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-about-dawson.html' title='All about Dawson'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R-lqF4TNXoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dijseABv1SE/s72-c/IMG_1219%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8598767062252206879</id><published>2008-03-09T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:20:09.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Okay so it has been a while since I have posted a blog and I have been tagged twice or maybe three times I don't know... so I kinda put all the questions together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 yrs. ago what were you doing?-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 14 and I really can't recall a lot of what I was doing at the time. I was making some good friends that would stay with me through high school. I probably had huge crushes on guys that I wouldn't even talk to and I think I had some ugly bangs at the time so WOW I was pretty awkward! Oh and I loved to write notes to people even though I would give them the note in the hall when I very well could have told them what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 bad habits&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I procrastinate, right now it is household stuff but it was worse in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I tend to be a little late, I think that it is getting better cause with a child you have to plan ahead a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know I have more but I couldn't think of any so I asked Dave and I found out I have more OCD then bad habits. I always fold my napkin a certain way after dinner at a restaurant (you know the cloth ones, but I have caught myself doing it with little paper ones too), I am not going to get into the details but there is a certain way I like to have my clothes folded when I take them off (even the dirty ones) and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things people don't know about me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I will be able to think of five...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Okay this is going to sound really strange but, I am trying to gain a little bit of weight. I know, I know sounds crazy but some how after Dawson I have lost a bit of weight and now my family and my husband are telling me I need to gain some pounds. I guess I am going for like 5 pounds. So there is something you didn't know about me, I think that is enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 thing on my list to do today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that the day is over I'll start tomorrows list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dust the ENTIRE house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take care of Dawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Try not to die of harsh paint fumes coming up from the basement, the painters are coming back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheese and wheat thin crackers or the cracked pepper and olive oil triscuits (I have this everyday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate covered pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A nice big glass of ice water (boring I know, maybe I am just really thirsty right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places I have lived: &lt;/strong&gt;Okay here goes, I think I'll do more then 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Corvallis, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grants Pass, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hollister, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anna, OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Logan, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-American Fork, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alpine, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Provo, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orange County, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lehi, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places you've been:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heritage tours: basically across the US, New York and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think most the states in the west: AZ, CA, OR, ID, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I'll do Mexico again cause I have been there a few times (twice last year) and to a few different cities there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would I do if I were suddenly made a Billionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay tithing and go on many trips and lots of shopping, I think that Dave would make us invest it and set up accounts for children and family members. I think I would want to give to some charities also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Jobs I have had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. JCW's for almost 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bank of American Fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Golds Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Platinum Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ITG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6. Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Pet Peeves I have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty easy going so I'll try to think of a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate when people pick at things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I can see what people are chewing on, like if they spit it out on there plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When random people think that it is okay to touch your child, like on the face (if your my friend I really don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there is my tag and I am tagging: Jenny (felix) &amp;amp; Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8598767062252206879?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8598767062252206879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8598767062252206879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8598767062252206879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8598767062252206879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-7275070152420498082</id><published>2008-02-14T10:40:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:48.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7R9_FPaJ9I/AAAAAAAAADA/naQv8NSl6k4/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166893195192838098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7R9_FPaJ9I/AAAAAAAAADA/naQv8NSl6k4/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dawson turned ONE! Yep it's true my little guy had his first birthday and we had a fun party for him. During the day mom and dad took the birthday boy out to lunch then made sure that he got a nice long nap to get ready for the big party :) The theme was of course Elmo, and he had everything with Elmo on it from cup cakes to the party hats. Here are the pictures of the cake and the cupcakes. Keep in mind that I made everything so the crazy looking cupcakes are supposed to be Elmo's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166894861640148962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7R_gFPaJ-I/AAAAAAAAADI/BJQh9Ztasqs/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166895909612169202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SAdFPaJ_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XqOqYvpsqWI/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm not sure he understood why he got to open gifts again but he enjoyed all his wonderful birthday gifts from friends and family. He is a lucky boy and got so many fun things. Here is Dawson opening some presents, and yes Dave is wearing an Elmo shirt. He was such a good sport and wore it the whole night just for Dawson:) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166897361311115266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SBxlPaKAI/AAAAAAAAADY/EefuT1091To/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dawson loved eating the cake, he really loved being able to squish it in his chubby little fingers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166900153039857682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SEUFPaKBI/AAAAAAAAADg/dILVSzj6zO0/s320/IMG_1957.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166901033508153378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SFHVPaKCI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jv7ceeBaRZM/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once he found out that underneath the cake there was a picture of Elmo he just wanted to play with the plate and throw the cake off. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166902515271870514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SGdlPaKDI/AAAAAAAAADw/QBz4MBb4L6E/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that it turned out to be a very good first birthday for him thanks to our friends and family that were able to join us!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166905070777411698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SIyVPaKHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3GYLiDhfg_0/s320/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166905045007607874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SIw1PaKEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CB4ylA6Gbtg/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166905053597542482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SIxVPaKFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L6R1q4rDI34/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166905062187477090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7SIx1PaKGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/226LzTdtwAc/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-7275070152420498082?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/7275070152420498082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=7275070152420498082' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/7275070152420498082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/7275070152420498082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7R9_FPaJ9I/AAAAAAAAADA/naQv8NSl6k4/s72-c/IMG_1168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2536965249666538438</id><published>2008-02-13T17:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:49.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is just so excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to post this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166626692472121250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7OLmlPaJ6I/AAAAAAAAACo/EuG_IwRhMGE/s320/Image002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture was taken at our Super Bowl party, it is his new really excited face. I just love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166627534285711282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7OMXlPaJ7I/AAAAAAAAACw/rDZF8ZhzFq8/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166631154943141826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7OPqVPaJ8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/adDUMcK91WA/s320/IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;New day same happy face!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-2536965249666538438?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2536965249666538438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2536965249666538438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2536965249666538438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2536965249666538438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-is-just-so-excited.html' title='He is just so excited!'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R7OLmlPaJ6I/AAAAAAAAACo/EuG_IwRhMGE/s72-c/Image002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-3817850092058493348</id><published>2008-02-05T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:49.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It can't be that bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know that I should be reading stories, singing the ABC's or teaching him the Theory of Relativity...but this is how we spend an hour each afternoon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163584572408823890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R6i8z44dgFI/AAAAAAAAACg/7J-DIC2DqEI/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to watch Sesame Street and I love to let him. It keeps him entertained so I can throw some things in the laundry, eat some lunch and do dishes. The best is seeing his face when the music for Elmo's world comes on, he gets a huge smile on his face, looks up at me and starts clapping. I figure that they are teaching him about numbers, letters and talking monsters so it can't be that bad...right? Plus it is really cute to see this guy sitting on his bum for once, not running around. So this is a thank you to Elmo and the gang, you help me get things done. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-3817850092058493348?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/3817850092058493348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=3817850092058493348' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3817850092058493348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/3817850092058493348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-cant-be-that-bad.html' title='It can&apos;t be that bad...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R6i8z44dgFI/AAAAAAAAACg/7J-DIC2DqEI/s72-c/IMG_1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8952112097741396542</id><published>2008-01-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:49.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is just a number</title><content type='html'>Those numbers are 2 and 9, Happy 29th Birthday Dave!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161348210085485890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R6DK2eA-XUI/AAAAAAAAACY/uuoWVg5bsuY/s320/IMG_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish Dave a Happy Birthday today, this picture is Dave last Sunday doing a little celebrating with my family.  29 candles sure light up the picture!! Dave is such a wonderful husband and an amazing dad, Dawson and I are very lucky. We love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8952112097741396542?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8952112097741396542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8952112097741396542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8952112097741396542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8952112097741396542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/01/age-is-just-number.html' title='Age is just a number'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R6DK2eA-XUI/AAAAAAAAACY/uuoWVg5bsuY/s72-c/IMG_1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8788543457847001889</id><published>2008-01-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:49.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A first time for everything</title><content type='html'>Dawson has been walking for over a month now which is exciting, fun, and makes him a lot faster! He basically tries to walk as fast as he can which results in many bangs on the bum, head, and knees. I think that he is trying to show me how strong he is also because he tries to pick up all of his toys and carry them around the house, many of them are as big as he is which also results in many injuries. Here is one picture I've got of him walking, he is fast so they are hard to get :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160958695206444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R59oluA-XSI/AAAAAAAAACI/Zqgd8M_NXMQ/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry he doesn't have his pants on but at least he has his Elmo slippers on :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dawson went to his very first Jazz game! We were very excited to welcome him to the world of the NBA. He did really well, I was afraid that he would cry with all the loud noises like he has at past sporting events but there was so much to look at that he was entertained. He would join in on the yelling and clapping, not always for the right team but he'll learn :) Now we are excited that we can bring him more often and not have to leave him with a babysitter as much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160965236441636146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R59uieA-XTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xtvMa7o2hyo/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8788543457847001889?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8788543457847001889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8788543457847001889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8788543457847001889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8788543457847001889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-time-for-everything.html' title='A first time for everything'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R59oluA-XSI/AAAAAAAAACI/Zqgd8M_NXMQ/s72-c/IMG_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-8220779169950503227</id><published>2008-01-22T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:50.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5YzmyEbBPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gi5XvbKNKpw/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158367164567848178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5YzmyEbBPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gi5XvbKNKpw/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I am not that great at keeping up on my blog, I am a lot better at reading blogs. I'll try to write more then once a month! We had a wonderful Christmas, we made a visit to Santa at the mall and Dawson was not quite as excited as me to see the jolly old guy. As we got closer to Santa Dawson just gripped onto me tighter, and when I made him sit in Santa's lap he looked right into his face and screamed. So I took Dawson back and I sat next to Santa while Dawson tried to push himself as far away from him as he could. So in the picture there is Santa and I smiling having a great time while Dawson is wet and red faced. The things we do for our children at Christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the holiday went much better. We had Christmas Eve dinner with the Jardine's and went to the Belnap's to talk to Elder Belnap on the phone calling from Hong Kong. It was so fun to talk to Tyler, he is doing great! After we got back to our house and put Dawson to bed Santa came!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5YrdSEbBMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/S0LgfRH7Uh0/s1600-h/IMG_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158358205266068674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5YrdSEbBMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/S0LgfRH7Uh0/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Dawson woke up the next morning he wasn't quite sure what to do with so many toys. He also enjoyed unwrapping the gifts, mostly he just enjoy the boxes and ripping up the paper. At first he was a little confused because the whole month every time he touched a gift I would say no no, when it came time open them he looked at me like why aren't you getting mad? After presents it was breakfast time and this was the 1st Christmas at our new house and our first Christmas by ourselves, every other year we have been with family. So I decided to do our first big Christmas breakfast, with eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, Cinnamon rolls etc. Lets just say we had to open the window and door to get the smoke and the burnt smell out. Not quite my mom's Christmas breakfast smell :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a very good Christmas. Here are some pictures of the festivities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158364716436489442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5YxYSEbBOI/AAAAAAAAABg/c6eG9W8MT9o/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt; One of Dawson's favorite things at Christmas...a large box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158367718618629378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5Y0HCEbBQI/AAAAAAAAABw/KvqmGnHLBBQ/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dave and Dawson getting down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158368457353004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5Y0yCEbBRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Uq7-RuBNb4I/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On his new toy from Nana Lana and Grandpa Stan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158369720073389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5Y17iEbBSI/AAAAAAAAACA/RKemBqwstMI/s320/n643827776_231626_8210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not quite on his new bike from Grandma Donna and Grandpa Brad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is our Christmas, I know its late but I hope that all of you enjoyed your holiday too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-8220779169950503227?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/8220779169950503227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=8220779169950503227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8220779169950503227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/8220779169950503227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R5YzmyEbBPI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gi5XvbKNKpw/s72-c/IMG_1042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033038964382207884.post-2574757221365426353</id><published>2007-12-11T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:51.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R18RHVGufgI/AAAAAAAAABI/CdERdtJM95Q/s1600-h/D_094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142848117102509570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R18RHVGufgI/AAAAAAAAABI/CdERdtJM95Q/s320/D_094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited to now have a blog! I am also excited for Christmas, this is our 1st Christmas with a child and the 1st time we get to play Santa. Dawson doesn't know it but his new favorite time of year is coming! Every time of year is new for him, which makes having a child under 1 year super exciting. Well I just wanted to get a blog on our blank page which I am sure will be filled with many blogs soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033038964382207884-2574757221365426353?l=daveaim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/feeds/2574757221365426353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033038964382207884&amp;postID=2574757221365426353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2574757221365426353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033038964382207884/posts/default/2574757221365426353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveaim.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-first-blog.html' title='Our First Blog...'/><author><name>Dave &amp;amp; Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04234426582298102164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/S0JT3FOO0_I/AAAAAAAAAlE/lHVGVssMt_c/S220/DSC_0328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2DltIxE0oE/R18RHVGufgI/AAAAAAAAABI/CdERdtJM95Q/s72-c/D_094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
