<?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-8168634400300378198</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:09:22.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Life Ladner</title><subtitle type='html'>Happenings in the life of the ladners</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1302982739428348685</id><published>2009-11-23T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:56:14.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison Turns One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrVXShZpoI/AAAAAAAADLA/kesRruw52TQ/s1600/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrVWrvVbaI/AAAAAAAADKw/ejovzeQBWP4/s1600/IMG_34072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407368888286801314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrVWrvVbaI/AAAAAAAADKw/ejovzeQBWP4/s400/IMG_34072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harrison officially turned one on the 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It was a wonderful party filled with friends and family. The birthday boy thoroughly enjoyed himself. Here are some of the details... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3z8v2foI/AAAAAAAADHw/spwdrpzoOnI/s1600/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405506818371124866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3z8v2foI/AAAAAAAADHw/spwdrpzoOnI/s320/IMG_3302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3zryNNrI/AAAAAAAADHo/83ZBXLRLDjA/s1600/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405506813817599666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3zryNNrI/AAAAAAAADHo/83ZBXLRLDjA/s320/IMG_3115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5RaFcrSI/AAAAAAAADIA/M2j5EKC95HE/s1600/IMG_31542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405508423974169890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5RaFcrSI/AAAAAAAADIA/M2j5EKC95HE/s400/IMG_31542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrXWngz1_I/AAAAAAAADLI/1CdQFglM_Wg/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407371086175393778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrXWngz1_I/AAAAAAAADLI/1CdQFglM_Wg/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3y3zN_0I/AAAAAAAADHY/VyNqRlLPk-o/s1600/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405506799863201602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3y3zN_0I/AAAAAAAADHY/VyNqRlLPk-o/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3zSpAHKI/AAAAAAAADHg/OsZz_M9C300/s1600/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405506807068105890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ3zSpAHKI/AAAAAAAADHg/OsZz_M9C300/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ30Y9pUiI/AAAAAAAADH4/-tabKGqv3WQ/s1600/IMG_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405506825945174562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ30Y9pUiI/AAAAAAAADH4/-tabKGqv3WQ/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrSd1sM_hI/AAAAAAAADKI/33J0MALLGLU/s1600/IMG_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365712682221074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrSd1sM_hI/AAAAAAAADKI/33J0MALLGLU/s320/IMG_3386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrSeKVcZZI/AAAAAAAADKQ/9XdWmvr9-KU/s1600/IMG_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365718223906194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrSeKVcZZI/AAAAAAAADKQ/9XdWmvr9-KU/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrSdXPccbI/AAAAAAAADKA/w4frv5QE0_A/s1600/IMG_3106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407365704508535218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrSdXPccbI/AAAAAAAADKA/w4frv5QE0_A/s320/IMG_3106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hand made all the flags in the backyard with fabric from &lt;a href="http://www.joanns.com/joann/home/home.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JoAnns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Then I recycled baby jars, painted the lids, filled with &lt;a href="http://www.swedishfish.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swedish Fish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and made the label on the computer. I printed out the tags for favors, treats and sandwiches and then tied with ribbon. The row of pictures is Harrison from month one until now in chronological order...it was so fun to see his development from month to month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this was what it was all about...the birthday boy having a blast with his buddies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrVWXT2wRI/AAAAAAAADKo/-X8zI_uX5eI/s1600/IMG_32992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407368882802835730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrVWXT2wRI/AAAAAAAADKo/-X8zI_uX5eI/s400/IMG_32992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5Sc-QkTI/AAAAAAAADIY/6yQa6OZ2Qlc/s1600/IMG_33112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405508441929191730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5Sc-QkTI/AAAAAAAADIY/6yQa6OZ2Qlc/s400/IMG_33112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5R68XsKI/AAAAAAAADII/trSlki3etwU/s1600/IMG_32792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405508432794464418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5R68XsKI/AAAAAAAADII/trSlki3etwU/s400/IMG_32792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwQ5S8SlETI/AAAAAAAADIg/n9rp6EWyyA0/s1600/IMG_3189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a wonderful day. I kept thinking what I was doing a year ago...hour by hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you to my wonderful photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.kayliemarissa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She perfectly captured the day. {She is for hire and is awesome}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8168634400300378198-1302982739428348685?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1302982739428348685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1302982739428348685&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1302982739428348685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1302982739428348685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/11/harrison-one.html' title='Harrison Turns One...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SwrVWrvVbaI/AAAAAAAADKw/ejovzeQBWP4/s72-c/IMG_34072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-5593306250563758612</id><published>2009-06-24T23:23:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:54:12.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First of Many...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SkMepqJbzYI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Ky0Hdqfgrg4/s1600-h/DSC00724+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351154483283611010" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SkMepqJbzYI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Ky0Hdqfgrg4/s400/DSC00724+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is way overdue since Father's Day was last Sunday, but my husband deserves credit for the role he serves as a father. He is amazing and since having a child, I have seen him grow in ways I never thought possible. He always takes Wednesday afternoons off to spend with Harrison, takes him to swim lessons, constantly tells him how special he is and how much he loves him, and he always comes to my rescue at 2 am when I'm at the breaking point with Mr. H. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is honestly one of the best father's I've ever known and think that our children are/will be so lucky to have him. Harrison is infatuated with him and lights up like a star every &lt;em&gt;single &lt;/em&gt;time J. enters the room. I love watching Harrison's face every evening when J. comes home from work. It's as if the best moment of his day is happening when he sees his dad...it's heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Father's Day sweet husband...you're the best kind there is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-5593306250563758612?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/5593306250563758612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=5593306250563758612&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5593306250563758612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5593306250563758612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-of-many.html' title='The First of Many...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SkMepqJbzYI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Ky0Hdqfgrg4/s72-c/DSC00724+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-9205583560852165443</id><published>2009-05-20T18:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:46:45.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSwrIrp_7I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/4mB8-bizab8/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338085713452335026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSwrIrp_7I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/4mB8-bizab8/s400/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year for my first Mother's Day, J. surprised me with a creative gem. He put the contents of this blog into a pdf file and sent it to Alphagraphics to have them make it into a book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSxdLlbpxI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/E1OWUlVWPpY/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338086573224994578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSxdLlbpxI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/E1OWUlVWPpY/s200/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSxmsC1vQI/AAAAAAAAC9g/gAAaAm_tfaI/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338086736557096194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSxmsC1vQI/AAAAAAAAC9g/gAAaAm_tfaI/s200/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It chronicles the last year of our lives with details on my pregnancy, our anniversary and the birth of our son. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a magical, unexpected, amazing gift that I will treasure always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-9205583560852165443?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/9205583560852165443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=9205583560852165443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/9205583560852165443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/9205583560852165443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/ShSwrIrp_7I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/4mB8-bizab8/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-7373152360878078068</id><published>2009-05-01T13:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:11:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladner Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some family photos taken by the very talented&lt;a href="http://meganpapworth.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Megan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Papworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWkltvs-I/AAAAAAAAC7o/Y4l49LHyJj4/s1600-h/6a0105362a9442970b01157064011e970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949770522375138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWkltvs-I/AAAAAAAAC7o/Y4l49LHyJj4/s400/6a0105362a9442970b01157064011e970b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWkiMvWYI/AAAAAAAAC7g/QHpJE5AToO0/s1600-h/6a0105362a9442970b01157063ff7a970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949769578633602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWkiMvWYI/AAAAAAAAC7g/QHpJE5AToO0/s400/6a0105362a9442970b01157063ff7a970b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWNA9PaCI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/9JIVxH8dG7o/s1600-h/6a0105362a9442970b01156f6dcbf4970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949365518264354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWNA9PaCI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/9JIVxH8dG7o/s400/6a0105362a9442970b01156f6dcbf4970c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWM9eSXHI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/f9EkwqrU5og/s1600-h/6a0105362a9442970b01156f6dcbb9970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949364583128178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWM9eSXHI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/f9EkwqrU5og/s400/6a0105362a9442970b01156f6dcbb9970c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWMvKBYfI/AAAAAAAAC7I/OMPqQsPhEH4/s1600-h/6a0105362a9442970b01156f6dcb5f970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949360740033010" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWMvKBYfI/AAAAAAAAC7I/OMPqQsPhEH4/s400/6a0105362a9442970b01156f6dcb5f970c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To see her blog, go &lt;a href="http://meganpapworth.typepad.com/photography/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I highly recommend her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-7373152360878078068?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/7373152360878078068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=7373152360878078068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7373152360878078068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7373152360878078068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladner-photos.html' title='Ladner Photos.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SftWkltvs-I/AAAAAAAAC7o/Y4l49LHyJj4/s72-c/6a0105362a9442970b01157064011e970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-9055797095973045210</id><published>2009-04-28T00:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:21:59.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big League.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfasUSmHCOI/AAAAAAAAC5w/mMzwJjBphPc/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329636673628604642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfasUSmHCOI/AAAAAAAAC5w/mMzwJjBphPc/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;J. was so excited to take Harrison to his first Cubs game that was not just Spring Training. We went Monday night and I think J.'s dreams might be coming true, and Harrison will love baseball. He couldn't get enough of all the action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfasUqg__kI/AAAAAAAAC54/c3IFc1sEUgY/s1600-h/DSC00586+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329636680049622594" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfasUqg__kI/AAAAAAAAC54/c3IFc1sEUgY/s400/DSC00586+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took a little nap for about 3 innings and then woke up happy as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfatsoXYFNI/AAAAAAAAC6A/BoGIFq1u1lg/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638191300875474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfatsoXYFNI/AAAAAAAAC6A/BoGIFq1u1lg/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sfats5aTJLI/AAAAAAAAC6I/I-rU6NhOrKk/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638195876537522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sfats5aTJLI/AAAAAAAAC6I/I-rU6NhOrKk/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baseball was so much more fun with Harrison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-9055797095973045210?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/9055797095973045210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=9055797095973045210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/9055797095973045210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/9055797095973045210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-league.html' title='Big League.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SfasUSmHCOI/AAAAAAAAC5w/mMzwJjBphPc/s72-c/DSC00573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3846161796532270208</id><published>2009-04-20T22:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:05:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ White Moulding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had some trim/moulding work done back in July and just now got around to having it painted {recession!}. Here are some before and afters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVLuAJMI/AAAAAAAAC4A/ukKPasNjtWc/s1600-h/DSC09499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327015453241910466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVLuAJMI/AAAAAAAAC4A/ukKPasNjtWc/s400/DSC09499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1doUnKHoI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HgqTq2lRLz4/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327016881558265474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1doUnKHoI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HgqTq2lRLz4/s400/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dining Room:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVazgVLI/AAAAAAAAC4I/29w1lGhXD2Y/s1600-h/DSC09504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327015457291523250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVazgVLI/AAAAAAAAC4I/29w1lGhXD2Y/s400/DSC09504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1doyTuOcI/AAAAAAAAC4w/LJNtTKYsPTU/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327016889529809346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1doyTuOcI/AAAAAAAAC4w/LJNtTKYsPTU/s400/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitchen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVtN1skI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/UhX7I66Zhhw/s1600-h/DSC09507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327015462233813570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVtN1skI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/UhX7I66Zhhw/s400/DSC09507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1dosEWr9I/AAAAAAAAC4o/1Sm5bzPdJDE/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327016887854739410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1dosEWr9I/AAAAAAAAC4o/1Sm5bzPdJDE/s400/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Master Bedroom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cV1P1TsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/nMseSM1NGL8/s1600-h/DSC09513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327015464389660354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cV1P1TsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/nMseSM1NGL8/s400/DSC09513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1dpEGQzwI/AAAAAAAAC44/PAzejWSbwUM/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327016894305193730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1dpEGQzwI/AAAAAAAAC44/PAzejWSbwUM/s400/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think you can really tell from the picture, but our master bedroom crown is 7 inches thick...I love it! I'm also in love with our new dining room. We use that top ledge for frames of various size and color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was almost worth having people in my house for 4 days to get it all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3846161796532270208?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3846161796532270208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3846161796532270208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3846161796532270208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3846161796532270208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-white-moulding.html' title='I ♥ White Moulding.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Se1cVLuAJMI/AAAAAAAAC4A/ukKPasNjtWc/s72-c/DSC09499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4930621145310689707</id><published>2009-04-12T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:47:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SeF_ovwVbqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/fcWSGNbd9DQ/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323676572519329442" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SeF_ovwVbqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/fcWSGNbd9DQ/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is our own little "bunny" in that adorable hat my friend Marissa made for me. I could just eat him like a chocolate bunny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Easter from our family to yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4930621145310689707?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4930621145310689707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4930621145310689707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4930621145310689707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4930621145310689707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SeF_ovwVbqI/AAAAAAAAC3w/fcWSGNbd9DQ/s72-c/IMG_1562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8504774417505939783</id><published>2009-04-03T10:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:31:08.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SdZHIdSwhjI/AAAAAAAAC24/DNy4DWbvmeU/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320518220412651058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SdZHIdSwhjI/AAAAAAAAC24/DNy4DWbvmeU/s400/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We've entered Rice Cereal territory and, as usual, Brooks is jealous. Harrison has taken quite nicely to it and now grabs the spoon as it approaches his mouth...he's such a &lt;a href="http://astrological-sun-signs.suite101.com/article.cfm/scorpio_personality_profile"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8504774417505939783?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8504774417505939783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8504774417505939783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8504774417505939783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8504774417505939783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SdZHIdSwhjI/AAAAAAAAC24/DNy4DWbvmeU/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8133095174838473842</id><published>2009-03-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:26:34.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sbn7cdNUdMI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Fsc-GzJODtc/s1600-h/IMG_1624+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312553701755614402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sbn7cdNUdMI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Fsc-GzJODtc/s400/IMG_1624+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sbn7b5SGPWI/AAAAAAAAC1I/m5lPLMYpb5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1621+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312553692111977826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sbn7b5SGPWI/AAAAAAAAC1I/m5lPLMYpb5Y/s400/IMG_1621+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every Wednesday, J. takes the afternoon off and spends it with Harrison. He calls it "Daddy Day" and it's time for them to bond, and time for me to get away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love watching them together and feel so grateful for such a wonderful man to father my son...I see how gentle J. is and the way Harrison adores him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8133095174838473842?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8133095174838473842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8133095174838473842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8133095174838473842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8133095174838473842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/03/together.html' title='Together.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/Sbn7cdNUdMI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Fsc-GzJODtc/s72-c/IMG_1624+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6324645577450249677</id><published>2009-02-23T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:11:43.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bull In a China Shop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SaOPRjx04qI/AAAAAAAACzo/z5_QhcdoxJM/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306242317797352098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SaOPRjx04qI/AAAAAAAACzo/z5_QhcdoxJM/s400/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brooks can be overbearing at times. I caught him snorting in Harrison's ear as I was folding laundry the other day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harrison's face says it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6324645577450249677?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6324645577450249677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6324645577450249677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6324645577450249677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6324645577450249677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/02/bull-in-china-shop.html' title='Bull In a China Shop...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SaOPRjx04qI/AAAAAAAACzo/z5_QhcdoxJM/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4332158761871815808</id><published>2009-02-16T23:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:56:54.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Valentines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SZpdzUP6ukI/AAAAAAAACyo/BkROFmbk14Q/s1600-h/DSC00400+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303654647372364354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SZpdzUP6ukI/AAAAAAAACyo/BkROFmbk14Q/s400/DSC00400+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had the best Valentine's Day ever this year. My sweet husband thought to take us all to the park and have a picnic. We sat on the lawn at the Scottsdale Civic Center &lt;a href="http://www.scottsdaleaz.gov/parks/scottsdalemall.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and ate sandwiches, drank Pelligrino, let Brooks roam and kissed our baby. It was perfect in every way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's our little "heart breaker" wearing J's aviators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SZpd0SwRrnI/AAAAAAAACzA/0ICQ6qxFAns/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303654664151084658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SZpd0SwRrnI/AAAAAAAACzA/0ICQ6qxFAns/s400/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4332158761871815808?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4332158761871815808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4332158761871815808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4332158761871815808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4332158761871815808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sweet-valentines.html' title='My Sweet Valentines.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SZpdzUP6ukI/AAAAAAAACyo/BkROFmbk14Q/s72-c/DSC00400+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8714940935067445188</id><published>2009-02-08T14:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:17:06.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SY9I4PWtfXI/AAAAAAAACyA/6UgbRooLqv0/s1600-h/IMG_1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300535417470025074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SY9I4PWtfXI/AAAAAAAACyA/6UgbRooLqv0/s400/IMG_1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This weekend was spent cuddling with my baby, as he pulled my hair and sucked on my nose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It &lt;em&gt;couldn't&lt;/em&gt; have been more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8714940935067445188?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8714940935067445188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8714940935067445188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8714940935067445188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8714940935067445188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuddling.html' title='Cuddling.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SY9I4PWtfXI/AAAAAAAACyA/6UgbRooLqv0/s72-c/IMG_1517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-5361572805160709328</id><published>2009-01-23T11:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:12:31.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison's Playdate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbs0KGYI/AAAAAAAACuw/0awPImRcZuQ/s1600-h/P1211203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294566778046388610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbs0KGYI/AAAAAAAACuw/0awPImRcZuQ/s400/P1211203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbinRTzI/AAAAAAAACuo/ulx5FZYr_JI/s1600-h/P1211205_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294566775307980594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbinRTzI/AAAAAAAACuo/ulx5FZYr_JI/s400/P1211205_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUajRaMRI/AAAAAAAACuQ/qLUaih7LYRU/s1600-h/P1211198+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294566758304854290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUajRaMRI/AAAAAAAACuQ/qLUaih7LYRU/s400/P1211198+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbGgDlUI/AAAAAAAACuY/jf8vTxx2ALk/s1600-h/P1211201+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294566767761528130" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbGgDlUI/AAAAAAAACuY/jf8vTxx2ALk/s400/P1211201+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was lucky enough to join the most amazing parenting group, &lt;a href="http://www.ncpgaz.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NCPG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and have met some amazing moms, as well as, babies born within days of Harrison. Here are shots from our latest playgroup. Ironically, the majority of babies are boys and there was only one girl there that day. Some people said that it looks like the bachelorette...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Harrison's little face looks so funny in this last shot. As you can see in the first shot, he eventually got tired and leaned on Oliver, the little one next to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-5361572805160709328?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/5361572805160709328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=5361572805160709328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5361572805160709328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5361572805160709328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/01/harrisons-playdate.html' title='Harrison&apos;s Playdate.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXoUbs0KGYI/AAAAAAAACuw/0awPImRcZuQ/s72-c/P1211203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8355378702171479201</id><published>2009-01-19T21:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:21:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXVNyCY8dqI/AAAAAAAACtg/a05eoSmMRIs/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222459074180770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXVNyCY8dqI/AAAAAAAACtg/a05eoSmMRIs/s400/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is this really cool old church in Old Town Scottsdale that I've admired for years. It used to be a part of the Catholic church a few blocks away, but now it's an amazing restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.themissionaz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themissionaz.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222471222114034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXVNyvpPNvI/AAAAAAAACt4/pBB-jpNQBZ4/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated MLK day having lunch outside in the gorgeous 77 degree weather...sipping drinks and thinking of all the people surviving the snow this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXVNyWWz87I/AAAAAAAACtw/zjSIWi1NFd0/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222464433943474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXVNyWWz87I/AAAAAAAACtw/zjSIWi1NFd0/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't wait to go back for dinner when the whole place is dripping with candlelight everywhere, and I can try their signature margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8355378702171479201?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8355378702171479201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8355378702171479201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8355378702171479201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8355378702171479201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/01/mission.html' title='The Mission.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SXVNyCY8dqI/AAAAAAAACtg/a05eoSmMRIs/s72-c/IMG_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2884096500169491138</id><published>2009-01-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:11:48.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Biltmore Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWWmOBTjmOI/AAAAAAAACss/MnoCYdxKM9U/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288816097215355106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWWmOBTjmOI/AAAAAAAACss/MnoCYdxKM9U/s400/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWWmaV_Sh4I/AAAAAAAACs0/o-fxJgDgBGY/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288816308925925250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWWmaV_Sh4I/AAAAAAAACs0/o-fxJgDgBGY/s400/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He may have a new little "buddy" around but we still wanted to uphold the tradition of making Brooks' birthday special. It happens to fall on New Years Eve, so we always take him to the &lt;a href="http://www.shopbiltmore.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to walk around and get tons of attention from shoppers. He usually gets at least 5 visitors who want to talk to us about french bulldogs...he loves it. We usually take him to the &lt;a href="https://www.threedog.com/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Three Dog Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a birthday treat, but they apparently closed {darn economy!}.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWQDIH_HH6I/AAAAAAAACsE/A-yD_X181yE/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288355300557397922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWQDIH_HH6I/AAAAAAAACsE/A-yD_X181yE/s400/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not quite sure how this picture was taken, but there I am feeding Harrison while J. handles crazy Brooks. Even with our new beautiful baby, we&lt;em&gt; love love love&lt;/em&gt; our Brooks. Especially since he's handled the transition like a true gentleman, and continues to show only love and concern for the new addition. It was such a beautiful way to spend New Years Eve... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2884096500169491138?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2884096500169491138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2884096500169491138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2884096500169491138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2884096500169491138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/01/4th-biltmore-birthday.html' title='4th Biltmore Birthday.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWWmOBTjmOI/AAAAAAAACss/MnoCYdxKM9U/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6325253630302771820</id><published>2009-01-04T15:19:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:31:27.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need is Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWE2t-AS2hI/AAAAAAAACr0/78ij0YM1p5Y/s1600-h/DSC00171+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287567600875919890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWE2t-AS2hI/AAAAAAAACr0/78ij0YM1p5Y/s400/DSC00171+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.beatles.com/core/music/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;said it best...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life now has&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; much more&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6325253630302771820?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6325253630302771820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6325253630302771820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6325253630302771820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6325253630302771820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need is Love...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SWE2t-AS2hI/AAAAAAAACr0/78ij0YM1p5Y/s72-c/DSC00171+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-92765417076266673</id><published>2008-12-31T00:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:49:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at our House.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPlpZw_7I/AAAAAAAACqs/dZWDZOJUY0M/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835727092907954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPlpZw_7I/AAAAAAAACqs/dZWDZOJUY0M/s400/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We woke up and opened gifts...even Brooks got a new toy. Then I enjoyed holding my favorite present by the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPlEm47yI/AAAAAAAACqk/uuIsjtFRrJc/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835717215842082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPlEm47yI/AAAAAAAACqk/uuIsjtFRrJc/s400/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon, family came over and we all exchanged gifts together while we watched the rain outside the front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPmUcmoJI/AAAAAAAACq8/_WJKyTVYcCc/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835738647535762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPmUcmoJI/AAAAAAAACq8/_WJKyTVYcCc/s400/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone wanted to hold Harrison all day long. It was sweet and a little exhausting {for him!}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsROCa5LYI/AAAAAAAACrU/Kkog_WskcF4/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837520514919810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsROCa5LYI/AAAAAAAACrU/Kkog_WskcF4/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are my twin Scorpios in their sweater vests. Look at this close up of Harrison...I can't get enough of that little face!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPmv8BULI/AAAAAAAACrE/kNT7WqTDjz8/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285835746027065522" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPmv8BULI/AAAAAAAACrE/kNT7WqTDjz8/s400/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsgvcCvz3I/AAAAAAAACrc/9N3_iB9LoTU/s1600-h/IMG_1215+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285854587003064178" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsgvcCvz3I/AAAAAAAACrc/9N3_iB9LoTU/s400/IMG_1215+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was such a nice, stress free Holiday. All that I care about was under one roof, and everyone was as delighted as me to have Harrison with us this Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsRNg8PF6I/AAAAAAAACrM/4iwmGLMCROc/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837511527962530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsRNg8PF6I/AAAAAAAACrM/4iwmGLMCROc/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had just dressed him and combed his hair...somehow he looks a little like an elf in this shot...a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;n adorable elf, though, with great lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-92765417076266673?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/92765417076266673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=92765417076266673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/92765417076266673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/92765417076266673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-our-house.html' title='Christmas at our House.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVsPlpZw_7I/AAAAAAAACqs/dZWDZOJUY0M/s72-c/IMG_1179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2248186325036486581</id><published>2008-12-24T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:00:01.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVG4OC0NisI/AAAAAAAACo8/JJDjMBvrj8c/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283206389295844034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVG4OC0NisI/AAAAAAAACo8/JJDjMBvrj8c/s400/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours...may Santa be as good to you as he's been to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2248186325036486581?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2248186325036486581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2248186325036486581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2248186325036486581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2248186325036486581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SVG4OC0NisI/AAAAAAAACo8/JJDjMBvrj8c/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2817394964672851322</id><published>2008-12-17T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:04:03.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUckx6ObzdI/AAAAAAAACoM/5KVnpYGc9og/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280229527977184722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUckx6ObzdI/AAAAAAAACoM/5KVnpYGc9og/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We braved the cold this weekend and picked out our Christmas tree. Well, actually Harrison and I got cold, so we sat in the car while J. picked out the perfect tree on his own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUck0LNVZgI/AAAAAAAACoU/2ytW7bwCg80/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280229566895711746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUck0LNVZgI/AAAAAAAACoU/2ytW7bwCg80/s400/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we came home and introduced Harrison to the wonderful smell of pine needles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUcnKKVYhSI/AAAAAAAACoc/cjBANHB3nuk/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280232143641412898" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUcnKKVYhSI/AAAAAAAACoc/cjBANHB3nuk/s400/IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we have the most perfect tree with beautiful white lights and two ornaments. Is it even worth it to decorate it at this point?!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My husband says &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;...which is why this is what we'll be doing tonight instead of relaxing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2817394964672851322?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2817394964672851322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2817394964672851322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2817394964672851322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2817394964672851322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUckx6ObzdI/AAAAAAAACoM/5KVnpYGc9og/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2242828819275733595</id><published>2008-12-12T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:01:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUH9kCcNAaI/AAAAAAAACns/fn9z4yqnEM4/s1600-h/IMG_1096+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278779033827213730" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUH9kCcNAaI/AAAAAAAACns/fn9z4yqnEM4/s400/IMG_1096+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know I'm biased, but my new favorite thing in the world is to snuggle with this amazing little being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I could smell him for hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2242828819275733595?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2242828819275733595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2242828819275733595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2242828819275733595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2242828819275733595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/12/snuggling.html' title='Snuggling...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SUH9kCcNAaI/AAAAAAAACns/fn9z4yqnEM4/s72-c/IMG_1096+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2203516949506704027</id><published>2008-12-08T00:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:48:16.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/STzO48zPsYI/AAAAAAAACnc/aCHZlh7Mws4/s1600-h/DSC00089+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277320341160440194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/STzO48zPsYI/AAAAAAAACnc/aCHZlh7Mws4/s400/DSC00089+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We miraculously got a family picture this weekend by stacking books up on a step stool in the backyard, with the camera on timer, for our Christmas cards. Now, I just hope we can get sent out in a timely manner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2203516949506704027?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2203516949506704027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2203516949506704027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2203516949506704027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2203516949506704027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-day.html' title='Picture Day.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/STzO48zPsYI/AAAAAAAACnc/aCHZlh7Mws4/s72-c/DSC00089+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6911142435702948118</id><published>2008-12-05T11:39:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:14:55.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/STl3r1psQaI/AAAAAAAACnM/Q_-dSn8aKwc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276380033461272994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/STl3r1psQaI/AAAAAAAACnM/Q_-dSn8aKwc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the announcement we sent out for Harrison's birth. We ordered them from &lt;a href="http://www.tinyprints.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tinyprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and were so happy with how they came out. Also, included with announcement was an explanation of how we came up with his name...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We always liked the name Harrison, but when we knew we were&lt;br /&gt;having a baby, I ran across &lt;a href="http://www.serenaandlily.com/Rooms/Harrison"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quote in a &lt;a href="http://www.serenaandlily.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Serena &amp;amp; Lily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;catalog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;defines honor. He’s the older brother that&lt;br /&gt;will save the day and never make a big deal out of it, or even&lt;br /&gt;bring it up again. Harrison’s principled without being arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;This strength will take him far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We just knew that if we had a son that this was his name. Then&lt;br /&gt;when just 13 weeks pregnant we were told that he had a 1 in 19&lt;br /&gt;chance of having down syndrome. We opened our hearts to&lt;br /&gt;whatever fate had in store, but found out at 18 weeks that he was&lt;br /&gt;completely healthy in all areas. St. Jude is the Patron Saint of All&lt;br /&gt;Things Impossible, therefore it was only fitting that his middle&lt;br /&gt;name be Jude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can't wait to see who this little magic bundle of love becomes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6911142435702948118?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6911142435702948118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6911142435702948118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6911142435702948118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6911142435702948118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/12/announcement.html' title='Announcement.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/STl3r1psQaI/AAAAAAAACnM/Q_-dSn8aKwc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-738354441519552831</id><published>2008-11-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:28:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SSytr71UYnI/AAAAAAAACmk/GnHjDt6XkU4/s1600-h/IMG_1036+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272780234051314290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SSytr71UYnI/AAAAAAAACmk/GnHjDt6XkU4/s400/IMG_1036+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You have no idea how many times a day we are kissing these little lips...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is so much to be grateful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-738354441519552831?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/738354441519552831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=738354441519552831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/738354441519552831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/738354441519552831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-love.html' title='In Love...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SSytr71UYnI/AAAAAAAACmk/GnHjDt6XkU4/s72-c/IMG_1036+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2483196419141225397</id><published>2008-11-03T01:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:47:41.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SQ64kJlI6kI/AAAAAAAACkA/hf5n8t8fB0w/s1600-h/2315888334_44af3c1acc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264347945629182530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SQ64kJlI6kI/AAAAAAAACkA/hf5n8t8fB0w/s320/2315888334_44af3c1acc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now that's it's November, my son is officially having his birthday this month just like his dad {J's is the 17th}. I can't believe it's November and feel like it was just yesterday that it was March, and I called J. at a spring training game to tell him that I was pregnant. He got so excited that he told the strangers sitting next to him, rode his bicycle all the way home and took me out to lunch to celebrate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's amazing that this 9 month journey is about to end, and a new one is about to begin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2483196419141225397?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2483196419141225397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2483196419141225397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2483196419141225397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2483196419141225397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SQ64kJlI6kI/AAAAAAAACkA/hf5n8t8fB0w/s72-c/2315888334_44af3c1acc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4179368364382764993</id><published>2008-10-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:07:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Countdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP_-E0OqdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/X58C8dZSLzE/s1600-h/36+weeks+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260202248485106834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP_-E0OqdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/X58C8dZSLzE/s320/36+weeks+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok...I'm officially starting to panic. I'm weeks away from having this baby and becoming a mother for the first time. I don't know what to expect and can hardly sleep thinking of all the things I want to do before he arrives. I know there will be aspects that are so wonderful and fulfilling, as well as those that are overwhelming and challenging. The anticipation of it all is killing me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any mothers reading this out there, please give me your best motherly advice for taking care of a newborn. I've read the books and taken classes, but sometimes the best advice is mother to mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; appreciate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4179368364382764993?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4179368364382764993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4179368364382764993&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4179368364382764993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4179368364382764993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/10/official-countdown.html' title='The Official Countdown...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP_-E0OqdJI/AAAAAAAAChw/X58C8dZSLzE/s72-c/36+weeks+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4419732485559392742</id><published>2008-10-22T00:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:21:01.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We knelt at the alter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwGM4vCswI/AAAAAAAACaw/AD5CoTJS7aw/s1600-h/168090636111_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254581683692417794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwGM4vCswI/AAAAAAAACaw/AD5CoTJS7aw/s400/168090636111_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then said our vows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx-KEOQJI/AAAAAAAACbw/_FkAbtTG528/s1600-h/wedding+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254629809158242450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx-KEOQJI/AAAAAAAACbw/_FkAbtTG528/s400/wedding+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happily walked down the aisle together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx9qTWltI/AAAAAAAACbY/cQIp9rPNVl4/s1600-h/199564426111_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254629800631768786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx9qTWltI/AAAAAAAACbY/cQIp9rPNVl4/s400/199564426111_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posed with our beautiful friends and family, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx92CByQI/AAAAAAAACbo/r4k2xUUdqEI/s1600-h/104_0444+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254629803780327682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx92CByQI/AAAAAAAACbo/r4k2xUUdqEI/s400/104_0444+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left the church together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx-UMY1uI/AAAAAAAACb4/bpwM-w-xSFo/s1600-h/wedding+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254629811876845282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx-UMY1uI/AAAAAAAACb4/bpwM-w-xSFo/s400/wedding+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrived at our reception on bicycles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP4_IPMCRXI/AAAAAAAACgw/yGXW3IVx2as/s1600-h/wedding+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259710825563833714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP4_IPMCRXI/AAAAAAAACgw/yGXW3IVx2as/s320/wedding+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP4_JJPHmyI/AAAAAAAACg4/nT4HSbPt350/s1600-h/wedding+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259710841146022690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP4_JJPHmyI/AAAAAAAACg4/nT4HSbPt350/s320/wedding+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; detail was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw2rkgVlkI/AAAAAAAACcA/2I3WrFdm33w/s1600-h/wedding+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254634987396109890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw2rkgVlkI/AAAAAAAACcA/2I3WrFdm33w/s400/wedding+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we cuddled our little Brooks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx9qrwOfI/AAAAAAAACbg/6EuxJbJdGvA/s1600-h/untitled.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254629800734112242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwx9qrwOfI/AAAAAAAACbg/6EuxJbJdGvA/s400/untitled.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took some time to hang out on a swing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP7RXaHzHHI/AAAAAAAAChg/DFkafkgMWbE/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259871614894546034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SP7RXaHzHHI/AAAAAAAAChg/DFkafkgMWbE/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then enjoyed the amazing details as the darkness came in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw3GXLqZaI/AAAAAAAACcQ/GIJ0C2co7jM/s1600-h/IMGP0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254635447676200354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw3GXLqZaI/AAAAAAAACcQ/GIJ0C2co7jM/s320/IMGP0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw2r2CGN3I/AAAAAAAACcI/a099fFz0OWw/s1600-h/wedding+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254634992101111666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw2r2CGN3I/AAAAAAAACcI/a099fFz0OWw/s400/wedding+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we dined by thousands of twinkling lights in the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw3ZPOHoBI/AAAAAAAACcg/hXhJtfL_Un4/s1600-h/wedding+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254635771956535314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOw3ZPOHoBI/AAAAAAAACcg/hXhJtfL_Un4/s400/wedding+377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was magic... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwGNJlqsJI/AAAAAAAACbA/cfwxzuq19oQ/s1600-h/FL_898b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254581688216498322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwGNJlqsJI/AAAAAAAACbA/cfwxzuq19oQ/s400/FL_898b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I still smile every time I think of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4419732485559392742?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4419732485559392742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4419732485559392742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4419732485559392742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4419732485559392742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrating-3-yearsand-counting.html' title='3 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOwGM4vCswI/AAAAAAAACaw/AD5CoTJS7aw/s72-c/168090636111_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1997823820354302980</id><published>2008-10-13T00:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:57:54.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Extraordinaire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdPtLpUJI/AAAAAAAACeo/WfHMnfKihAA/s1600-h/DSC09861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256506976991006866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdPtLpUJI/AAAAAAAACeo/WfHMnfKihAA/s400/DSC09861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My baby shower was such a special day with my favorite people around me. J even stuck around in the beginning of the day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{I feel &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; and can't wait to have a normal stomach again!}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdPx-cwYI/AAAAAAAACew/OxiumbyMIN4/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256506978277835138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdPx-cwYI/AAAAAAAACew/OxiumbyMIN4/s400/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The tables were set so beautifully with adorable Curious George buckets filled with gorgeous sunflowers . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHZy3ABQI/AAAAAAAACeI/aYapR6ltbzY/s1600-h/DSC09811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256482961057907970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHZy3ABQI/AAAAAAAACeI/aYapR6ltbzY/s400/DSC09811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The event took place on the front porch of the hostess' house and the weather was &lt;em&gt;perfect. &lt;/em&gt;Some people started to get cold with the breeze, but with my hormones, it was nothing short of refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHafo7sfI/AAAAAAAACeQ/guDUYlO3nKQ/s1600-h/DSC09813.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256482973078499826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHafo7sfI/AAAAAAAACeQ/guDUYlO3nKQ/s400/DSC09813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The food and dessert were wonderful. I even had my first bite of sugar since August with half a petite four...it was &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHayVvzMI/AAAAAAAACeg/BYOLTJ7tLPg/s1600-h/DSC09834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256482978098302146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHayVvzMI/AAAAAAAACeg/BYOLTJ7tLPg/s400/DSC09834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHatTY3-I/AAAAAAAACeY/nU9sVNmuLaE/s1600-h/DSC09831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256482976746233826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLHatTY3-I/AAAAAAAACeY/nU9sVNmuLaE/s400/DSC09831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt like a queen opening my gifts while sitting in a rocking chair and having my little assistants bring me gifts and write down who gave me what for everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdQoJRnwI/AAAAAAAACfA/EkP_QN82h1U/s1600-h/DSC09853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256506992818757378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdQoJRnwI/AAAAAAAACfA/EkP_QN82h1U/s400/DSC09853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my sweet little photographer...thank you Kaylie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdQOtmX4I/AAAAAAAACe4/zKM8Xa6coAY/s1600-h/DSC09847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256506985991790466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdQOtmX4I/AAAAAAAACe4/zKM8Xa6coAY/s400/DSC09847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sad that the day is over, but I can't wait to use all my goodies with my new baby boy, and read him all the fun children's books I received.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1997823820354302980?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1997823820354302980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1997823820354302980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1997823820354302980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1997823820354302980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-shower-extraordinaire.html' title='Baby Shower Extraordinaire.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SPLdPtLpUJI/AAAAAAAACeo/WfHMnfKihAA/s72-c/DSC09861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4831257816180751356</id><published>2008-09-29T00:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:45:12.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Nursery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBv1ue3inI/AAAAAAAACZU/v80h2KU7RrE/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251320134315248242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBv1ue3inI/AAAAAAAACZU/v80h2KU7RrE/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent our Saturday putting some final touches on the nursery before our little bundle arrives. This chair is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; most comfortable chair I've ever sat in...which is good because I'm sure I'll be spending many nights sitting here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a lot of trim work done this summer {crown molding, trim around closets and doors} but haven't had it painted yet, so that is why you see unpainted wood all over the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBupVJigxI/AAAAAAAACYk/LAtmcvwQo4g/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251318821844845330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBupVJigxI/AAAAAAAACYk/LAtmcvwQo4g/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crib is old fashioned spindles, with distressed white painted wood and bedding from &lt;a href="http://www.houseinc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;House inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shabbychic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shabby Chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBvdOHHKaI/AAAAAAAACZE/1Zq9zAoYd_M/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251319713308813730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBvdOHHKaI/AAAAAAAACZE/1Zq9zAoYd_M/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above the crib hangs various dog paintings that I found out and about. I love them so much...and J wants them for his office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOCBkffX5_I/AAAAAAAACZs/NvPsEp41vhY/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251339629442361330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOCBkffX5_I/AAAAAAAACZs/NvPsEp41vhY/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBvdLaor7I/AAAAAAAACY8/JilB3SEjV8A/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little table in the corner holds a lamp, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; docking station, clock and &lt;a href="http://www.thymes.com/Thymes/ProductDetail.aspx?nodeid=54736&amp;amp;parentnodeid=57125&amp;amp;productid=54709"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thymes&lt;/span&gt; diffuser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Meanwhile, an amazing &lt;a href="http://www.sugarboodesigns.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sugarboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; frame hangs above...courtesy of Laura's furniture &lt;a href="http://www.laurascomfychair.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Brooks also has a bed next to the crib, so he doesn't feel left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBupFDXcoI/AAAAAAAACYc/4ddON2qsDzw/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251318817523987074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBupFDXcoI/AAAAAAAACYc/4ddON2qsDzw/s400/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the antique dresser and changing table with mirror. There is also a green striped hamper next to it from &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pottery Barn Kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBupnCvPxI/AAAAAAAACYs/kRBU4AZn0jk/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251318826648157970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBupnCvPxI/AAAAAAAACYs/kRBU4AZn0jk/s400/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, here is a little tea cart that I've turned into diaper and lotion central with his monogram hanging above. I bought the H and J from &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;paper source&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and the L is from &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JoAnns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBvc_F6nII/AAAAAAAACY0/nTUS03oWWJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251319709277265026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBvc_F6nII/AAAAAAAACY0/nTUS03oWWJQ/s400/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't tell you how this room makes me feel. I just walk in there and feel calm and happy. I can't wait to meet this little person who will occupy it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4831257816180751356?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4831257816180751356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4831257816180751356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4831257816180751356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4831257816180751356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/09/nursery.html' title='Baby&apos;s Nursery.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SOBv1ue3inI/AAAAAAAACZU/v80h2KU7RrE/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8473834761253832489</id><published>2008-09-24T10:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:14:13.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SNp8mVzgjLI/AAAAAAAACX8/Hk-y3HfSbfI/s1600-h/31+weeks+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249645313783794866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SNp8mVzgjLI/AAAAAAAACX8/Hk-y3HfSbfI/s320/31+weeks+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;32 weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's getting closer and closer now and I'm scurrying around trying to take care of all kinds of baby/house projects. I went to the doctor last week, at 31 weeks, and she measured me at 34 weeks {which completely freaked me out}. Luckily I had an ultrasound Monday which showed I was really only 1 week ahead of schedule. This little guy already weighs 4 1/4 pounds {did I ever mention that my dad was a linebacker for ASU football?} and I might be looking at a good size baby by the time this is all said and done. He was already in perfect position and everything looked exactly as it should. J and I can't believe we are actually going to meet him soon! The anticipation is so terrifying and exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I love feeling his daily kicks, movements and flutters...I'm excited to remember what it's like to bend over effortlessly.&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/8168634400300378198-8473834761253832489?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8473834761253832489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8473834761253832489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8473834761253832489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8473834761253832489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/09/32-weeks-and-counting.html' title='32 weeks and counting...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SNp8mVzgjLI/AAAAAAAACX8/Hk-y3HfSbfI/s72-c/31+weeks+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-7708523777015381477</id><published>2008-08-22T00:00:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:30:15.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing, Stretching, Uncomfortable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SK4933AbksI/AAAAAAAABow/zSLwztFwyN8/s1600-h/DSC09654.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SK494eERwZI/AAAAAAAABo4/6n7veY7sEWs/s1600-h/DSC09655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237191457031438738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SK494eERwZI/AAAAAAAABo4/6n7veY7sEWs/s320/DSC09655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't believe how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; I am getting {and feeling}! I didn't really realize it until I looked at this picture. It's always different to see yourself from afar. Looking back at weeks 18 and 25, I'm in awe of how I've grown so far. I can't even imagine myself at 38 weeks along. This week has brought about some challenges in pregnancy...some adjustments need to be made and I'm learning to be uncomfortable while doing normal activities. I've been a little overwhelmed, but I've learned that things have a way of working out for the best. The changes and things I need to pay special attention to in this pregnancy will ultimately be a blessing. All of this coupled with the fact that I'm about to be a mom for the first time, can bring me to tears easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;J. has been a saint dealing with me lately {&lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;moody} and deserves a best husband award for volunteering to sit in the dr's office for 3 1/2 hours with me on Monday, making dinner last night and cleaning up the dishes and kitchen every night this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am continuously grateful for this pregnancy and all that it brings to my life. I am so excited to meet my first born in November. I know that time will start flying by now...and soon I'll be blogging about how I no longer sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-7708523777015381477?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/7708523777015381477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=7708523777015381477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7708523777015381477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7708523777015381477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-stretching-uncomfortable.html' title='Growing, Stretching, Uncomfortable...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SK494eERwZI/AAAAAAAABo4/6n7veY7sEWs/s72-c/DSC09655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-405290240761797151</id><published>2008-08-08T00:00:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:20:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SJvdjzyKjZI/AAAAAAAABmw/QzwLiWiZqqw/s1600-h/DSC09638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232018999386738066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SJvdjzyKjZI/AAAAAAAABmw/QzwLiWiZqqw/s320/DSC09638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25 weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the other day I noticed a few stretch marks on my stomach. At first I felt freaked out and then I realized that this is a small price to pay for having this amazing experience of carrying a little human being. I've been feeling a little stressed lately about being a mom for the first time, bringing him home and having my life change forever. I am so nervous I'll mess up and do all the things I said I'd never do. I don't want him to know how panicked I am and start reacting to that. I am also very excited to meet him and see who God has brought into my life. So far, he and I have been very connected throughout my pregnancy, and everything I have felt he's saying to me has been true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can't believe that one day he'll be a man on this earth with opinions, ideas, emotions and {hopefully} good smelling cologne. I wonder if he'll want to travel and see the world and I wonder how many times he'll have his heart broken. I lay away at night thinking about all these things and feel overwhelmed. I can't believe that I get to experience all this with a gift from God...that J. and I created together. So far I predict that he's going to have an amazing sense of humor, long eyelashes, be very compassionate, care about his clothes and have a steady, even keeled personality. Three more months until I get to meet him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-405290240761797151?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/405290240761797151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=405290240761797151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/405290240761797151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/405290240761797151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/08/stretching.html' title='Stretching.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SJvdjzyKjZI/AAAAAAAABmw/QzwLiWiZqqw/s72-c/DSC09638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-5466621881321882711</id><published>2008-07-30T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicks For Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SJDAYM7t6JI/AAAAAAAABmA/RtV6s7-SxJA/s1600-h/TBKL-A-DS-PZ-BLUE_MAIN_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890689398237330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SJDAYM7t6JI/AAAAAAAABmA/RtV6s7-SxJA/s320/TBKL-A-DS-PZ-BLUE_MAIN_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;officially not the only one feeling these little kicks inside my belly. J. was finally able to feel it on my stomach last night. He has been telling me how lucky I am that I get to feel it and that he can't wait until he can too. He tried again last night and exclaimed, "I felt that! Did he just kick?!?" to which I replied, "Yes!" and then he did it again and again and again for his dear ole' dad...what a sweet baby. Then in typical J. fashion, he looked up at the ceiling and said out loud "on July 29, 2008, I felt my son kick for the first time..." He is so sentimental, which is exactly why I love him and can't wait to see him shine as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-5466621881321882711?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/5466621881321882711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=5466621881321882711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5466621881321882711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5466621881321882711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/07/kicks-for-everyone.html' title='Kicks For Everyone!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SJDAYM7t6JI/AAAAAAAABmA/RtV6s7-SxJA/s72-c/TBKL-A-DS-PZ-BLUE_MAIN_zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6247767855044846906</id><published>2008-07-25T00:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:23.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Feet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SIl1aFfgF-I/AAAAAAAABkw/u9RQkWW4M48/s1600-h/I0000030.index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226837933551523810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SIl1aFfgF-I/AAAAAAAABkw/u9RQkWW4M48/s400/I0000030.index.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the latest picture of the little legs and feet that are kicking inside me. We had another ultrasound yesterday, so that they could take a long and detailed look at his heart, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. concluded that it was "perfect and beautiful". It was so nice to be able to see how much he's grown in a month and to see his little feet and toes. J. and I are so excited to meet him, and hold and cuddle him. I can't wait to see who he looks like! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6247767855044846906?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6247767855044846906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6247767855044846906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6247767855044846906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6247767855044846906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-feet.html' title='Little Feet...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SIl1aFfgF-I/AAAAAAAABkw/u9RQkWW4M48/s72-c/I0000030.index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8749815927134800441</id><published>2008-07-10T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Movement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SHWsCresGWI/AAAAAAAABiw/GX28T4_6ez4/s1600-h/2263082159_671c7207c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221268505037117794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SHWsCresGWI/AAAAAAAABiw/GX28T4_6ez4/s320/2263082159_671c7207c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm officially feeling movement inside my belly. At first I wasn't quite sure what those sensations were but now I am noticing that it happens mostly when I sit down to relax or go to sleep. It's becoming a very wonderful and reassuring sensation that I look forward to daily. J. is so jealous that he can't feel it yet, too. I wonder if this baby knows how much he is loved already... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8749815927134800441?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8749815927134800441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8749815927134800441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8749815927134800441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8749815927134800441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-movement.html' title='Feeling Movement...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SHWsCresGWI/AAAAAAAABiw/GX28T4_6ez4/s72-c/2263082159_671c7207c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6806058803362965592</id><published>2008-06-25T00:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:24.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Amazing News On a Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjphSBMMI/AAAAAAAABe8/nS84uoFsJiY/s1600-h/LADNER_31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215700145919832258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjphSBMMI/AAAAAAAABe8/nS84uoFsJiY/s320/LADNER_31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday we had our ultrasound and found out that we are having a baby boy! We are beyond excited and are looking forward to having an older brother for all those who will follow in the coming years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjpqsEG5I/AAAAAAAABfE/P5Mwg0Jc2OI/s1600-h/LADNER_104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215700148444994450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjpqsEG5I/AAAAAAAABfE/P5Mwg0Jc2OI/s320/LADNER_104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's amazing to see his little hand in front of his face. {The lumpiness is from the imaging...he doesn't have bumps all over his cheeks}.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjp4XKAXI/AAAAAAAABfM/-gqXEYDX8Fw/s1600-h/LADNER_110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215700152115396978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjp4XKAXI/AAAAAAAABfM/-gqXEYDX8Fw/s320/LADNER_110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;J. and I are two happy souls this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjqK2-bcI/AAAAAAAABfU/_NszNzzIxIw/s1600-h/LADNER_143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6806058803362965592?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6806058803362965592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6806058803362965592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6806058803362965592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6806058803362965592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-amazing-news-for-tuesday.html' title='The Most Amazing News On a Tuesday...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SGHjphSBMMI/AAAAAAAABe8/nS84uoFsJiY/s72-c/LADNER_31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-7683878259647404305</id><published>2008-06-16T11:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:24.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Belly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SFayxbhMuOI/AAAAAAAABc0/yUSfHRkh3Ag/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550180998265058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SFayxbhMuOI/AAAAAAAABc0/yUSfHRkh3Ag/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost 18 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There has been a few requests from out of town friends to see my ever growing belly so....&lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;! {Plus, J. got on me this weekend about letting the "family blog" go a little stale.} I am almost 18 weeks, so on the 24th we go to find out the sex of this little bean growing inside me. I am so excited to see if my prediction {pretty much from conception} of the gender is correct. Stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-7683878259647404305?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/7683878259647404305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=7683878259647404305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7683878259647404305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7683878259647404305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing-belly.html' title='Growing Belly...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SFayxbhMuOI/AAAAAAAABc0/yUSfHRkh3Ag/s72-c/IMG_0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6411929564116275859</id><published>2008-05-16T00:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:26.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bHqSx9I/AAAAAAAABVY/mDdiwBovISI/s1600-h/Baby+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200874083735226322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bHqSx9I/AAAAAAAABVY/mDdiwBovISI/s320/Baby+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bXqSx-I/AAAAAAAABVg/2zFEWVSCNdw/s1600-h/Baby+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200874088030193634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bXqSx-I/AAAAAAAABVg/2zFEWVSCNdw/s320/Baby+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bXqSx_I/AAAAAAAABVo/TEIA0OqGp9Q/s1600-h/Baby+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200874088030193650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bXqSx_I/AAAAAAAABVo/TEIA0OqGp9Q/s320/Baby+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had another ultrasound yesterday and I was so excited find out the gender, but as you can see from the pictures, this little baby either lounged on it's back or had it's back to us and wouldn't show us the "goods". I tried coughing really hard, going to the bathroom and laying on my side to get him/her to turn around....no luck. J muttered under his breath, "...stubborn just like it's mother."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's was still wonderful to watch our baby move it's arms, legs and push itself from one side of the womb to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6411929564116275859?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6411929564116275859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6411929564116275859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6411929564116275859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6411929564116275859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-baby.html' title='Our Baby...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SC03bHqSx9I/AAAAAAAABVY/mDdiwBovISI/s72-c/Baby+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1761386972783560097</id><published>2008-05-09T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:27.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of a New Adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SCPcsw4Y-LI/AAAAAAAABT4/nh2oHBU_IuU/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198241056509458610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SCPcsw4Y-LI/AAAAAAAABT4/nh2oHBU_IuU/s320/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;J and I are so excited to be starting a family. It was so much fun telling our close friends and family that we were expecting. Here is the first picture of our new Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ladner&lt;/span&gt;. I told J that I was pregnant while he was at a Spring Training game in March; he was so excited he started crying and rode all the way home on his beach cruiser to take me to lunch to celebrate. He hasn't stopped smiling since...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had an ultrasound at 6 weeks and we were able to see the tiny bundle of cells and hear the heartbeat. It was a surreal experience. Since this picture, we were able to hear the heartbeat again at 10 weeks at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt; office. Hearing that little heartbeat again made me fall even deeper in love. J and I thank God every night for this assignment, and promise to hold up our end of the bargain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Our next ultrasound is May 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1761386972783560097?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1761386972783560097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1761386972783560097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1761386972783560097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1761386972783560097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/05/start-of-new-adventure.html' title='The Start of a New Adventure...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SCPcsw4Y-LI/AAAAAAAABT4/nh2oHBU_IuU/s72-c/scan0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4413791558734919155</id><published>2008-05-02T00:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:27.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Porch.</title><content type='html'>The columns in the front of our house, framing our little front porch, are finally done! J.'s brother, Chris, did a spectacular job. Here is the before and after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before:&lt;/strong&gt; Thin, plain straight columns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4Ay_ZcqI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Hf9LNBlU7lQ/s1600-h/dsc09108%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195667443952480930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4Ay_ZcqI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Hf9LNBlU7lQ/s320/dsc09108%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq36i_ZcpI/AAAAAAAABQw/k-m1YUOoz1I/s1600-h/dsc09111%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195667336578298514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq36i_ZcpI/AAAAAAAABQw/k-m1YUOoz1I/s320/dsc09111%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After:&lt;/strong&gt; Thicker columns with raised panels at bottom and crown at the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4Vy_ZcrI/AAAAAAAABRA/puPcLPmh1kg/s1600-h/DSC09117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195667804729733810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4Vy_ZcrI/AAAAAAAABRA/puPcLPmh1kg/s320/DSC09117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4oi_ZcsI/AAAAAAAABRI/7RM169uDpjM/s1600-h/DSC09122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195668126852281026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4oi_ZcsI/AAAAAAAABRI/7RM169uDpjM/s320/DSC09122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4oy_ZctI/AAAAAAAABRQ/lFZ7rYnijw0/s1600-h/DSC09120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195668131147248338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4oy_ZctI/AAAAAAAABRQ/lFZ7rYnijw0/s320/DSC09120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best part is that the lip on the bottom panel is just the right size to set down a glass of iced tea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4413791558734919155?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4413791558734919155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4413791558734919155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4413791558734919155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4413791558734919155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-porch.html' title='On the Porch.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBq4Ay_ZcqI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Hf9LNBlU7lQ/s72-c/dsc09108%5B1%5D+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2726716862585606361</id><published>2008-04-28T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBVyiC_ZcfI/AAAAAAAABPg/01ZaNRwODmE/s1600-h/postino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194183674485633522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBVyiC_ZcfI/AAAAAAAABPg/01ZaNRwODmE/s400/postino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; night out on Saturday night. We went out to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.postinowinecafe.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Postino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, close by our house, and sat outside under the strung lights, candles and mature landscape. We started with their famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bruschetta&lt;/span&gt; before dinner and munched, had deep talks, laughed and ended up sitting their eating for 2 hours. It was so beautiful outside...the weather was perfect. We ended up running into our next door neighbors while there and chatted with them for a bit as well. We finished with coffee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; and realized how lucky and blessed we are to have such special moments in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we stopped at blockbuster to rent Juno and watched it for the second time. I cried harder the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{I realize I've been slightly neglecting this side of my blog, but I have other plans for its contents in the near future...stay tuned!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2726716862585606361?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2726716862585606361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2726716862585606361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2726716862585606361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2726716862585606361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-out.html' title='A Night Out...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SBVyiC_ZcfI/AAAAAAAABPg/01ZaNRwODmE/s72-c/postino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1366160298502840150</id><published>2008-03-31T10:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition to Chez Ladner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R_EkpRf1hPI/AAAAAAAABKY/rZZ5v5Y29CI/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183964937570321650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R_EkpRf1hPI/AAAAAAAABKY/rZZ5v5Y29CI/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We splurged this weekend at one of our favorite stores, the Willows, on a new bench seat for our front. We've been eyeing it for a few weekends and finally just decided to get it on Saturday. I envision relaxing with a glass of lemon water talking to the neighbors and curled up with future little ones reading books. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R_El5xf1hRI/AAAAAAAABKo/pnAS5y_DKdU/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966320549790994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R_El5xf1hRI/AAAAAAAABKo/pnAS5y_DKdU/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For now, Brooks gets to enjoy it on J's lap while being fed ice cubes...lucky, lucky dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R_El5Rf1hQI/AAAAAAAABKg/LZVEMbO4SnM/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1366160298502840150?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1366160298502840150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1366160298502840150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1366160298502840150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1366160298502840150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-addition-to-chez-ladner.html' title='New Addition to Chez Ladner.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R_EkpRf1hPI/AAAAAAAABKY/rZZ5v5Y29CI/s72-c/IMG_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-45924751401896803</id><published>2008-03-24T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:29.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter was wonderful this year...relaxing, fun, casual and celebratory. We had everyone over for brunch at our house and our nephew, Diego, had a little Easter egg hunt in the backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is trying to get an egg before Brooks does...while J. oversees and sips his coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dE-xf1hDI/AAAAAAAABI4/Xk8CMbJD9zA/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181185741542491186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dE-xf1hDI/AAAAAAAABI4/Xk8CMbJD9zA/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the eggs had secret messages in them. Here we are at the end of the hunt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-fdIxf1hII/AAAAAAAABJg/GW2aMMPo2FI/s1600-h/family_easter_08004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181353039108605058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-fdIxf1hII/AAAAAAAABJg/GW2aMMPo2FI/s400/family_easter_08004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a game of football...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dFfxf1hFI/AAAAAAAABJI/ETNG6bqUCiI/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181186308478174290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dFfxf1hFI/AAAAAAAABJI/ETNG6bqUCiI/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but that was abandoned when they got too hot and jumped in the pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The water was&lt;em&gt; freezing&lt;/em&gt; but they still loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dFQhf1hEI/AAAAAAAABJA/aaIHhPPc_Zc/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181186046485169218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dFQhf1hEI/AAAAAAAABJA/aaIHhPPc_Zc/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-fdbBf1hJI/AAAAAAAABJo/1H3yvIjujzE/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181353352641217682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-fdbBf1hJI/AAAAAAAABJo/1H3yvIjujzE/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brooks was naughty, so he was tied up in the kitchen most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dGRxf1hGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/fy0rB0_2yuE/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181187167471633506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dGRxf1hGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/fy0rB0_2yuE/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was the perfect day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-45924751401896803?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/45924751401896803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=45924751401896803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/45924751401896803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/45924751401896803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfect-easter.html' title='The Perfect Easter.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R-dE-xf1hDI/AAAAAAAABI4/Xk8CMbJD9zA/s72-c/IMG_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3512420697806147498</id><published>2008-03-08T18:19:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:29.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the Ballpark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Cf-hAxI/AAAAAAAABFg/jEt15zlaY-4/s1600-h/030808_14431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175546410419946258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Cf-hAxI/AAAAAAAABFg/jEt15zlaY-4/s320/030808_14431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Qv-hAyI/AAAAAAAABFo/Eb_5gLNpMuE/s1600-h/030808_14271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175546655233082146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Qv-hAyI/AAAAAAAABFo/Eb_5gLNpMuE/s320/030808_14271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Yf-hAzI/AAAAAAAABFw/er-8Trd2oMw/s1600-h/030808_14201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175546788377068338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Yf-hAzI/AAAAAAAABFw/er-8Trd2oMw/s320/030808_14201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;J. &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; baseball...it's one of his passions in this life...and especially when it involves the Chicago Cubs. I am not much of a sports person, period, but I agreed to accompany him to a Cubs spring training game. He goes to multiple games every year, but I never go with him. Today we sat on the grass with a big white blanket and ate soft pretzels while we watched the game. It was nice to be out in the sun, put my feet in the grass and just relax. Plus, J. was so happy that I went with him, he got a little emotional when thanking me for coming. He is &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;easy to please....how can I not pretend to enjoy baseball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{Pictures are from my camera phone which is why they aren't very clear.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3512420697806147498?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3512420697806147498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3512420697806147498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3512420697806147498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3512420697806147498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-at-ballpark.html' title='Saturday at the Ballpark.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R9M8Cf-hAxI/AAAAAAAABFg/jEt15zlaY-4/s72-c/030808_14431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2449465271625459798</id><published>2008-03-06T11:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:30.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of The Many Reasons I Love J...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8-bXE3-uRI/AAAAAAAABFA/v_pblZJx7yo/s1600-h/2328092_19700b7fee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174525317619824914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8-bXE3-uRI/AAAAAAAABFA/v_pblZJx7yo/s320/2328092_19700b7fee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last night J. had dinner with clients at an expensive steakhouse, and mentioned that he would be home around 8:30pm. That meant I was on my own for dinner, so I took the easy route and microwaved a Lean Cuisine. When he got home, I asked him what he ate so I could eat vicariously through him. He finished the list of food with cheesecake and I looked at him with a jealous glare. To which he said, "I brought home a little slice and its in the fridge for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes it takes the smallest gesture to make me happy. Luckily he knows me very well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2449465271625459798?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2449465271625459798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2449465271625459798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2449465271625459798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2449465271625459798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-many-reasons-i-love-j.html' title='One Of The Many Reasons I Love J...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8-bXE3-uRI/AAAAAAAABFA/v_pblZJx7yo/s72-c/2328092_19700b7fee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3769770853081533383</id><published>2008-02-26T09:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:30.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8OcjTj6GRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ze1pDQu_ohs/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171148927511697682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8OcjTj6GRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ze1pDQu_ohs/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8Oeyzj6GSI/AAAAAAAAA-c/GgmZ99coJgg/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171151392822925602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8Oeyzj6GSI/AAAAAAAAA-c/GgmZ99coJgg/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8OfPjj6GTI/AAAAAAAAA-k/o5fbyVnkoC4/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171151886744164658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8OfPjj6GTI/AAAAAAAAA-k/o5fbyVnkoC4/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the moments that make life precious... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3769770853081533383?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3769770853081533383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3769770853081533383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3769770853081533383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3769770853081533383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-moments.html' title='Life Moments.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R8OcjTj6GRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ze1pDQu_ohs/s72-c/IMG_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-629777649744255270</id><published>2008-02-20T10:38:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:31.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u9kzj6GCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/QOpNEOapytM/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168933437351532578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u9kzj6GCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/QOpNEOapytM/s400/DSC09096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u-nTj6GEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/4cQq88F2Zj4/s1600-h/DSC09097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168934579812833346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u-nTj6GEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/4cQq88F2Zj4/s400/DSC09097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u9ETj6GBI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1V-E-EcrjD4/s1600-h/DSC09098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168932879005784082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u9ETj6GBI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1V-E-EcrjD4/s400/DSC09098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brooks just enjoying another weekend morning with his coffee and New York Times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-629777649744255270?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/629777649744255270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=629777649744255270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/629777649744255270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/629777649744255270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7u9kzj6GCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/QOpNEOapytM/s72-c/DSC09096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2032504219438344292</id><published>2008-02-18T09:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:31.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Around the House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7mzeTj6F_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/8NqOkywBWIw/s1600-h/717667857111_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168359380612683762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7mzeTj6F_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/8NqOkywBWIw/s400/717667857111_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After I watched&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/200802/tows_past_20080211.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;last monday's Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where Nate builds a family their dream home, I decided to enlarge some photos that I absolutely love for around the house. The first one I did was this amazing photo of J. and Brooks at the Beach. It makes me feel calm, serene and happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{I blew it up to a 16x20 on &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/Register.jsp?cm_ven=ptnr_kcom&amp;amp;cm_cat=hp&amp;amp;cm_pla=logo&amp;amp;cm_ite=10pf&amp;amp;sourceid=51405758703"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Kodak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2032504219438344292?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2032504219438344292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2032504219438344292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2032504219438344292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2032504219438344292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/hanging-around-house.html' title='Hanging Around the House...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7mzeTj6F_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/8NqOkywBWIw/s72-c/717667857111_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2099848753604880126</id><published>2008-02-14T11:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:31.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7PdTTj6F2I/AAAAAAAAA68/UVhd4FfVqKY/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166716521262225250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7PdTTj6F2I/AAAAAAAAA68/UVhd4FfVqKY/s400/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday J. disappeared into the guest room for quite some time and when he came out, I asked him what he was up to. He told me that it was something for Valentine's Day. I thought he was wrapping a gift...which was sweet...but actually what he was doing was so much better than any gift he could've bought me. He &lt;em&gt;handmade &lt;/em&gt;this beautiful Valentine...with cut out hearts and everything! I felt like the luckiest girl in class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As those of you who know me personally know {and as many who don't have probably figured out} I am a very deep, sentimental person. This card represents an affection and adoration for me, that speaks to my heart the way only J. can. I think it is perfect in every way imaginable and it brought tears to my eyes immediately. I am going to laminate it and have it around all year long... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surprise someone with a handmade Valentine today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2099848753604880126?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2099848753604880126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2099848753604880126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2099848753604880126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2099848753604880126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweetest-valentine.html' title='Sweetest Valentine.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7PdTTj6F2I/AAAAAAAAA68/UVhd4FfVqKY/s72-c/IMG_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4366953547979456405</id><published>2008-02-12T15:30:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7MrCTj6FvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qbRnVPjvqZo/s1600-h/DSC07551+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166520516134704882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7MrCTj6FvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qbRnVPjvqZo/s320/DSC07551+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7MoAzj6FuI/AAAAAAAAA58/fLX6TrxbJcY/s1600-h/DSC07551+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is J.'s second day home sick...it's the first time he's stayed home sick from work in 9 years. He has a sore throat and headache, that started a few nights ago, and said he just couldn't go to work. For the past few days, I've been warming up soup, handing out advil, laying in bed talking, bringing him water &amp;amp; tea and just being &lt;em&gt;available&lt;/em&gt;. I suppose this is the real version of love, that is more appropriate for this recent valentine holiday...I'll take it any day over the superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;em&gt;Funny side note&lt;/em&gt;: J. is such a germaphobe and when he woke up yesterday, he said to me, "I knew I shouldn't have used that computer at FedEx...the mouse was &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt;". He had to print something before he mailed it Monday, and used Fed Ex's public computer. I told him that it was probably already in his system and that it wasn't the Fed Ex computer...I get such a kick out of the way he thinks.} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4366953547979456405?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4366953547979456405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4366953547979456405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4366953547979456405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4366953547979456405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-love.html' title='Real Love.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7MrCTj6FvI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qbRnVPjvqZo/s72-c/DSC07551+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1388479547252551482</id><published>2008-02-11T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:31.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's officially becoming beautiful outside when Brooks taps at the back door with his paw, walks directly outside to his bed...and &lt;em&gt;plops&lt;/em&gt;. Here he is sun bathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7C1PDj6FhI/AAAAAAAAA4U/syNtU_yJzwg/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165828042852537874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7C1PDj6FhI/AAAAAAAAA4U/syNtU_yJzwg/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is his response when I ask him if he wants to "go to starbucks"???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7C7Xzj6FjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YxLuLgJz16M/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165834790246159922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7C7Xzj6FjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/YxLuLgJz16M/s400/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Head tilts mean yes...he loves car rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1388479547252551482?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1388479547252551482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1388479547252551482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1388479547252551482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1388479547252551482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/nice-weather.html' title='Nice Weather.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R7C1PDj6FhI/AAAAAAAAA4U/syNtU_yJzwg/s72-c/IMG_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6924464548928487978</id><published>2008-02-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:32.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Loved About This Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6-vSzj6FaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/zG4JR6hlcRo/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165540035230569890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6-vSzj6FaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/zG4JR6hlcRo/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soon I'll be joining him, in the empty Adirondack chair, with a diet soda and &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Real Simple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;magazine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6924464548928487978?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6924464548928487978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6924464548928487978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6924464548928487978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6924464548928487978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-loved-about-this-weekend.html' title='What I Loved About This Weekend...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6-vSzj6FaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/zG4JR6hlcRo/s72-c/IMG_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8085773251100816492</id><published>2008-02-08T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:32.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6wOiXg3kzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Kuq_Wwspoy4/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164518856277332786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6wOiXg3kzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Kuq_Wwspoy4/s400/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This picture hangs on our &lt;a href="http://www.stealyourheart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;magnetic board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the hallway, and every time I pass it...it makes me smile. J. and I were roughly 25 years old and a friend had just had a baby girl. We went over to visit her and J. was a nervous wreck holding a newborn...I wasn't completely comfortable myself. The picture totally depicts how we were feeling, and it makes me laugh to think how far we've come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday, at 32 years old, we went to the hospital to visit a friend's new baby, and J. couldn't wait to hold her and I didn't want to give her up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8085773251100816492?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8085773251100816492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8085773251100816492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8085773251100816492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8085773251100816492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6wOiXg3kzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Kuq_Wwspoy4/s72-c/scan0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-7122197939106650515</id><published>2008-02-05T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday in between pouring rain, I passed by our french doors and noticed this sweet little bunny helping himself to a snack of leaves on a branch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gYW3g3kUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/DKo93xYu13E/s1600-h/IMG_0196+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163403753918271810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gYW3g3kUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/DKo93xYu13E/s400/IMG_0196+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Brooks realized I was taking pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of another furry creature...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gbUXg3kWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/VKBkxLOhrlg/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163407009503482210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gbUXg3kWI/AAAAAAAAAzs/VKBkxLOhrlg/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and began barking in a jealous rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gcP3g3kXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/yR_f0zjxq5U/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163408031705698674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gcP3g3kXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/yR_f0zjxq5U/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love rainy days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-7122197939106650515?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/7122197939106650515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=7122197939106650515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7122197939106650515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/7122197939106650515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6gYW3g3kUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/DKo93xYu13E/s72-c/IMG_0196+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8778449912070972712</id><published>2008-02-03T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:15:03.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love J. Today...</title><content type='html'>We went out to breakfast this morning, and before we left the house I didn't think it was that cold out, so I just threw on my black flats with jeans. Then while sitting at &lt;a href="http://www.lagrandeorangegrocery.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;La Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having breakfast, only two tables away from an open door, I said (with arms crossed and shivering), "I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wish I would've worn socks today". J then looked up from reading the paper and said, "You can have mine. I'll give them to you and I'll wear my loafers without socks." I did not accept, but what a doll. That's why I love J. today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8778449912070972712?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8778449912070972712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8778449912070972712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8778449912070972712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8778449912070972712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-love-j-today.html' title='Why I Love J. Today...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6784997622382233551</id><published>2008-01-31T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:32.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day Treats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6GGvHg3joI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mXTbAqXNbe4/s1600-h/0106_kids_hearttea_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161554791972179586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6GGvHg3joI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mXTbAqXNbe4/s400/0106_kids_hearttea_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Every night after dinner is over, J. makes himself a cup of tea while he sits on his laptop or reads. I think I am going to make the ritual a little more fun in February by stealing this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3e37788aa306c4df62fc95103373a0a0/?vgnextoid=2bd2b3c1c1e47110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextchannel=f804758a65cee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=lpg_holiday&amp;amp;lnc=f804758a65cee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;currentslide=5&amp;amp;currentChapter=1&amp;amp;chapterCounter=6&amp;amp;lpgStart=1&amp;amp;adnumber=1#lpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Martha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm going to replace the usual tea bag tags with little red hearts that have various valentine wishes for him. This is the kind of thing that makes him happy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6784997622382233551?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6784997622382233551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6784997622382233551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6784997622382233551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6784997622382233551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/v-day-treats.html' title='V-Day Treats.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R6GGvHg3joI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mXTbAqXNbe4/s72-c/0106_kids_hearttea_xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4534009645187299654</id><published>2008-01-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:33.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Flashback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5915Xg3jjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1OftpcckTgM/s1600-h/80505_RD6173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160973326414745138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5915Xg3jjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1OftpcckTgM/s400/80505_RD6173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; funny...while perusing J.crew today, I saw a sweater that looks just like the one J. was wearing in the mother's day Polaroid below. Fashion is completely cyclical...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4534009645187299654?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4534009645187299654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4534009645187299654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4534009645187299654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4534009645187299654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/fashion-flashback.html' title='Fashion Flashback.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5915Xg3jjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1OftpcckTgM/s72-c/80505_RD6173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-5258729400311201377</id><published>2008-01-28T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:33.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Old Photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R55APng3jiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/arOqKtPPD1U/s1600-h/scan0005+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160632860062223906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R55APng3jiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/arOqKtPPD1U/s400/scan0005+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R545ing3jfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/7AY-fFOFDfA/s1600-h/scan0001+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160625489898343922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R545ing3jfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/7AY-fFOFDfA/s400/scan0001+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{J. with his mom and siblings...he's the middle child.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came up with this idea of incorporating old photos of J. and I, as well as our families, into our home's photos. I love the concept of nodding to the past of people, who contributed to who we are today. This weekend, I went through J's childhood photo album and found some precious photos of him and his siblings. I then scanned them into our computer, uploaded them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snapfish&lt;/span&gt; and ordered fresh prints for framing. Here is another favorite...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R54_w3g3jgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-C6pgJecmDU/s1600-h/scan0003+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160632331781246466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R54_w3g3jgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-C6pgJecmDU/s400/scan0003+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;J. made this for Mothers Day when he was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. It's construction paper with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Polaroid&lt;/span&gt;  picture (remember those??) and then he stamped the inside with various paints and a sponge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Keri, wouldn't you love having this sweet little boy in your class???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R55AAXg3jhI/AAAAAAAAAtM/d-kYjNUMGoY/s1600-h/scan0003+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160632598069218834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R55AAXg3jhI/AAAAAAAAAtM/d-kYjNUMGoY/s400/scan0003+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-5258729400311201377?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/5258729400311201377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=5258729400311201377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5258729400311201377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5258729400311201377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-old-photos.html' title='Fun with Old Photos...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R55APng3jiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/arOqKtPPD1U/s72-c/scan0005+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1735008079809143981</id><published>2008-01-25T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:33.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is in the Details...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5pSR3g3jKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRgwMj1EqPo/s1600-h/IMG_0174+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159526790019386530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5pSR3g3jKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRgwMj1EqPo/s400/IMG_0174+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5pS3Xg3jMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/oS8k6WU5hCw/s1600-h/IMG_0174+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159527434264480962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5pS3Xg3jMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/oS8k6WU5hCw/s400/IMG_0174+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5pSWHg3jLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/AYcI1khtoSU/s1600-h/IMG_0174+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, it's the little things that make a marriage flourish...exchanging love notes is a great way to start the weekend :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{P.S. You can see by our notes how different we operate...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1735008079809143981?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1735008079809143981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1735008079809143981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1735008079809143981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1735008079809143981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-in-details.html' title='Life is in the Details...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5pSR3g3jKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRgwMj1EqPo/s72-c/IMG_0174+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6936786705669514840</id><published>2008-01-24T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:34.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter to J...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jh03g3i3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/MPMbAjvnj8o/s1600-h/DSC07898+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159121671524158322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jh03g3i3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/MPMbAjvnj8o/s200/DSC07898+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jeOng3i2I/AAAAAAAAAoE/z3NbxW4_aXY/s1600-h/DSC08184_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159117715859278690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jeOng3i2I/AAAAAAAAAoE/z3NbxW4_aXY/s200/DSC08184_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jmSHg3i7I/AAAAAAAAAos/bUR_8qSktCs/s1600-h/DSC05945+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159126572081843122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jmSHg3i7I/AAAAAAAAAos/bUR_8qSktCs/s200/DSC05945+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jling3i6I/AAAAAAAAAok/1PEKkjdGcEM/s1600-h/San+Francisco+017+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159125756038056866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jling3i6I/AAAAAAAAAok/1PEKkjdGcEM/s200/San+Francisco+017+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really great husband...sometimes we differ in opinion on how one should handle things, but when the chips are down...I have a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; great husband. Since I've been under the weather, J. has been an amazing caretaker, and I want to take this opportunity to let him know how much I appreciate him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates being trapped inside for days at a time, but he sacrificed, and was available for me this weekend. He turned up the heat, filled the water in my vaporizer, periodically came to check on me and ask if I wanted tea...and he even cleaned my closet while I lay in bed and watched....he insisted. He asked me Sunday night, "If you could have &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;meal, from any restaurant, casual or fancy, what would it be and I'll go pick it up for you..." {We had sushi from Kona Grill that he went and picked up...such a treat!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, he had the day off, and I told him that he should get out of the house and do something fun, so he went for a bike ride into Old Town, by the Waterfront. I was so jealous that he was able to be outside and enjoy the beautiful day, while I watched daytime TV and ate cough drops. After a few hours of him being away...I started to get lonely, so I called him and told him. He immediately jumped on his bike and came home....then went to the grocery store, then had to go back because the veggies were bad, then went to another grocery store to buy what the other store didn't have. I'm not the easiest patient and he laughs and shakes his head at some of my requests...but he always pulls through and does it with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such an amazing person, who makes this planet a little sweeter for having him on it. I thank God everyday for such a beautiful human to spend my life with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you J...thanks for helping me get better.&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6936786705669514840?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6936786705669514840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6936786705669514840&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6936786705669514840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6936786705669514840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-letter-to-j.html' title='Love Letter to J...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5jh03g3i3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/MPMbAjvnj8o/s72-c/DSC07898+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-247654098004841289</id><published>2008-01-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Planning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UVJGkIaCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y_IZHboqhHE/s1600-h/arabella5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158052194347935778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UVJGkIaCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y_IZHboqhHE/s400/arabella5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UVCGkIaBI/AAAAAAAAAlc/r16K09QQRmI/s1600-h/arabella10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158052074088851474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UVCGkIaBI/AAAAAAAAAlc/r16K09QQRmI/s400/arabella10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5Un9GkIaDI/AAAAAAAAAls/-45Z-kQw4GI/s1600-h/DSC08213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158072878910433330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5Un9GkIaDI/AAAAAAAAAls/-45Z-kQw4GI/s400/DSC08213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UoO2kIaEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Ypmxitn792w/s1600-h/DSC08211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158073183853111362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UoO2kIaEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Ypmxitn792w/s400/DSC08211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am so excited...J. and I started planning our Summer Beach trip last night. We stay at this adorable place called &lt;a href="http://www.arabellalaguna.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Arabella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laguna&lt;/span&gt; Beach, and just relax in the cottage feel of this quaint town. It's only a block from the beach, so we just walk down everyday and enjoy the fresh ocean air. It consists of 6 little apartment type cottages and a grassy area in the middle where kids and pets can play. One of the best parts, is that they allow dogs so our little Brooks gets to make the trip with us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laguna&lt;/span&gt; Beach is the most dog friendly place I've ever been in my life! We bring Brooks with us to every meal, and people constantly stop to talk to you about your pet. We meet so many wonderful people everywhere we go... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last year we met some neat families staying at the cottages, that ironically lived on the other side of Indian School road from us, and have since seen them a few times around town. Their kids fell in love with Brooks, as he did with them, and one of the moms just told us that they got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; bulldog puppy, named Gordy. Now, Brooks will have one of his own kind to play with...we are all excited for our summer getaway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UqOGkIaJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/92rkMgx495Q/s1600-h/DSC08217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158075369991465106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UqOGkIaJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/92rkMgx495Q/s320/DSC08217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5Up0WkIaII/AAAAAAAAAmU/WjMaDdyrQs4/s1600-h/DSC08128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158074927609833602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5Up0WkIaII/AAAAAAAAAmU/WjMaDdyrQs4/s320/DSC08128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UphGkIaHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6ZafsTqxIBQ/s1600-h/DSC08112+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158074596897351794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UphGkIaHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6ZafsTqxIBQ/s320/DSC08112+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UrJGkIaKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ioXeoZ5ATS8/s1600-h/DSC06764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158076383603746978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UrJGkIaKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ioXeoZ5ATS8/s320/DSC06764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5Ur6WkIaMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/q6uoURyyBvw/s1600-h/DSC06434+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158077229712304322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5Ur6WkIaMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/q6uoURyyBvw/s320/DSC06434+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-247654098004841289?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/247654098004841289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=247654098004841289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/247654098004841289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/247654098004841289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/summer-planning.html' title='Summer Planning...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R5UVJGkIaCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y_IZHboqhHE/s72-c/arabella5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2410744180029762426</id><published>2008-01-17T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:37.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Zoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4_C0WkIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ngqvbNliba8/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156554303028619122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4_C0WkIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ngqvbNliba8/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4_DQmkIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/9H2keBJx_m4/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156554788359923586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4_DQmkIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/9H2keBJx_m4/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now, not only do we have bunnies in the backyard, the unmentionable rodents running around, cats up in our trees, and yesterday I actually saw a woodpecker working away in our grapefruit tree, we now have a large reptile taking up residence in our oleander bushes. I first noticed him Monday as I was pulling out of the driveway, and he has made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reappearance&lt;/span&gt; everyday since. He likes to sun himself between around 11:00 am and 2:00 pm. I am actually getting used to him and, being the avid animal lover that I am, look forward to seeing him lounging as I pull in and out of the driveway. I guess it's time to name him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2410744180029762426?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2410744180029762426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2410744180029762426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2410744180029762426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2410744180029762426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-zoo.html' title='It&apos;s a Zoo...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4_C0WkIZ3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ngqvbNliba8/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-5517382111180486219</id><published>2008-01-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:37.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Me Proud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4qLsWkIZhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Al3PLeplVTk/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155086317566584338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4qLsWkIZhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Al3PLeplVTk/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4qMDGkIZiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3AeQJ7F_wS4/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155086708408608290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4qMDGkIZiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3AeQJ7F_wS4/s400/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today J. finished the Rock n' Roll 1/2 marathon (13 miles) in 1 hour &amp;amp; 57 min. He only started training for this about 3 weeks ago, and ran 9 miles a few weekends ago to prepare. He made me so proud today....especially because I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a runner, and in Junior High PE &lt;a href="http://www.ouronlinescrapbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keri&lt;/a&gt; and I would "run" the mile in 12 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When we were leaving, there were still people finishing the race, and I said, "If I did this, I would be the last one in" and J. said, "They cut you off at 4 hours, so if you were still out there, they come pick you up" and I said, "Oh, perfect....I'd get a ride in". He just laughed and shook his head. We are so different...which is partly why I am in awe of his ability to put his mind to something, and accomplish it with such ease. He made me a proud wife today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-5517382111180486219?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/5517382111180486219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=5517382111180486219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5517382111180486219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5517382111180486219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-me-proud.html' title='Making Me Proud...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4qLsWkIZhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Al3PLeplVTk/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1384219748952925152</id><published>2008-01-11T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:37.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning Our Wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4gBrWkIZgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Mz-YGKmPoZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154371617828660738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4gBrWkIZgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Mz-YGKmPoZ4/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. and I have had house guests since Dec. 18th, and although we &lt;em&gt;love, love, love&lt;/em&gt; them dearly....its starting to take its toll. You never realize how nice it is to have your little dwelling to yourselves, until there are two other people taking up part of the space. We have cleaned up after Claire's cooking almost everyday, sacrificed our own heat tolerance - since Papa and Claire are always cold, &amp;amp; I've broken down in tears on multiple occasions...just needing some solitude. The end is almost near, and I know I'll miss them when their gone, but I don't know if I can ever have house guests this long again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1384219748952925152?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1384219748952925152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1384219748952925152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1384219748952925152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1384219748952925152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/earning-our-wings.html' title='Earning Our Wings...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4gBrWkIZgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Mz-YGKmPoZ4/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1074239873436655255</id><published>2008-01-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:39.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chez Ladner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PLJ2kIY5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ut38qbu9aus/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153185768768299922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PLJ2kIY5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ut38qbu9aus/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It seems there is a blog land myth that every one's lives are in perfect order and squeaky clean, because their posts are handpicked as cute and quaint. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although I live among these lovely details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4POuGkIY6I/AAAAAAAAAck/Lu3bZSybJtc/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153189690073441186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4POuGkIY6I/AAAAAAAAAck/Lu3bZSybJtc/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vintage chandelier hangs above bed in bedroom, with an old oil painting of Paris on wall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PPE2kIY7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/fE9_4ZuvO-k/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153190080915465138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PPE2kIY7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/fE9_4ZuvO-k/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chair I had recovered in Shabby Chic Linen a few years ago...one of my favs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PQKWkIY-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/WyD9dZfGSeU/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153191274916373474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PQKWkIY-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/WyD9dZfGSeU/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Architectural salvaged corbels adorn entry into kitchen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PPsGkIY9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/nJe-nS6oXMM/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153190755225330642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PPsGkIY9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/nJe-nS6oXMM/s400/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glass cloche sits over a mercury glass bird and sparkling star.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PQwWkIY_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ve3PNiJffzA/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153191927751402482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PQwWkIY_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ve3PNiJffzA/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Old French wine bottle dryer conveniently holds our coffee mugs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also, regularly, live like this...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PTB2kIZDI/AAAAAAAAAds/pO0iQGVkLxk/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153194427422368818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PTB2kIZDI/AAAAAAAAAds/pO0iQGVkLxk/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pile of magazines and books that sit right next to my side of bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PSZWkIZCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P14p-DPJKY4/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153193731637666850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PSZWkIZCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P14p-DPJKY4/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pile of laundry that has taken up permanent residence on the chair in our bedroom...drives J. nuts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PSCmkIZBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NmfVODqR9Wg/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153193340795642898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PSCmkIZBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NmfVODqR9Wg/s400/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas decorations still sitting around in boxes, waiting patiently to be put away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PRe2kIZAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/auWE39_O9p4/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153192726615319554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PRe2kIZAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/auWE39_O9p4/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boxes for above christmas decorations that go up in attic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a self proclaimed...organizing/cleaning slacker. I married a neat freak, and some of our arguments could have been taped for reality show entertainment. My personality is much more artsy, laid back and casual. He, on the other hand, is linear, particular and orderly....makes for an interesting combination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there you have it...the secrets behind my pretty posts is that there is probably a pile lingering right around the corner. J. tells me that I live in "piles of denial" and claims that the piles make him feel like he can't breathe. I perpetually work on my organizational skills, and living with J. has helped me hone in on them slightly, but I'll never be like Martha or Monica from Friends. This is the real Chez Ladner, and please always call before you stop by...I might need to throw a pile into a closet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1074239873436655255?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1074239873436655255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1074239873436655255&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1074239873436655255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1074239873436655255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/chez-ladner.html' title='Chez Ladner.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R4PLJ2kIY5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ut38qbu9aus/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3395213235980966321</id><published>2008-01-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:39.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Fun on New Years Eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qMNWkIYsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HWp1TIyYBeY/s1600-h/DSC09021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150583284874896066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qMNWkIYsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HWp1TIyYBeY/s400/DSC09021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Brooks' birthday is December 31st and every year we take him to the Biltmore to walk around and get a treat at the &lt;a href="http://www.threedog.com/"&gt;Three Dog Bakery&lt;/a&gt;. J., Papa, Claire and I all took a trip to celebrate Brooks' 3rd year on this lovely planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he sharing a treat with a new little friend he met while sniffing around the store....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qKjGkIYqI/AAAAAAAAAak/JxXlKwVn-30/s1600-h/DSC09023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150581459513795234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qKjGkIYqI/AAAAAAAAAak/JxXlKwVn-30/s400/DSC09023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is everyone sitting outside of Saks Fifth Avenue, where Brooks got tons of attention from kids and prospective French Bulldog owners alike. Papa looks like the Terminator...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qLXWkIYrI/AAAAAAAAAas/nl24XcxD5Xg/s1600-h/DSC09025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582357161960114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qLXWkIYrI/AAAAAAAAAas/nl24XcxD5Xg/s400/DSC09025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am trying to get a shot with him by the tree...he looks terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qM52kIYtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/99fRobdR42Q/s1600-h/DSC09027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150584049379074770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qM52kIYtI/AAAAAAAAAa8/99fRobdR42Q/s400/DSC09027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Brooks &amp;amp; Happy New Year to All...2008 will be magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3395213235980966321?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3395213235980966321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3395213235980966321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3395213235980966321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3395213235980966321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-fun-on-new-years-eve.html' title='Birthday Fun on New Years Eve.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3qMNWkIYsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HWp1TIyYBeY/s72-c/DSC09021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6387569338541089156</id><published>2007-12-30T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:40.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Highlights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. We enjoyed having all our family around us, and felt so blessed to be able to spend time with each other. Here are some highlights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nephews ripping into their new toys....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iGqmkIYRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cIMAwO1z7Lk/s1600-h/DSC09002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150014240362881298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iGqmkIYRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cIMAwO1z7Lk/s400/DSC09002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treats for everyone to enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iHIGkIYSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jPY2NQ5w694/s1600-h/DSC09005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150014747169022242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iHIGkIYSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jPY2NQ5w694/s400/DSC09005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The remains from a lovely dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iMZ2kIYZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mT_tKHDYRlE/s1600-h/DSC08988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150020549669839250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iMZ2kIYZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mT_tKHDYRlE/s400/DSC08988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homemade gifts for family and friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iMyGkIYaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8Q6PHm7GI9M/s1600-h/DSC08997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150020966281666978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iMyGkIYaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8Q6PHm7GI9M/s400/DSC08997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Grinch....aka: Papa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iIe2kIYWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/t_tTYZnRXno/s1600-h/DSC09006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150016237522674018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iIe2kIYWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/t_tTYZnRXno/s400/DSC09006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooks finally sleeping after a whirlwind day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iL4WkIYYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/600OqBHBP5s/s1600-h/DSC09009+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150019974144221570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iL4WkIYYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/600OqBHBP5s/s400/DSC09009+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. and I finally cuddling together on the couch, after hosting a long, but fun Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iJOmkIYXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UcaF-Dl5PCo/s1600-h/DSC09004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150017057861427570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iJOmkIYXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UcaF-Dl5PCo/s400/DSC09004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6387569338541089156?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6387569338541089156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6387569338541089156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6387569338541089156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6387569338541089156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-highlights.html' title='Christmas Highlights.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R3iGqmkIYRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/cIMAwO1z7Lk/s72-c/DSC09002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3789746272756674329</id><published>2007-12-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:40.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas...start thinking about your dreams and wishes for 2008.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R2_3QGkIYQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8cYH1O7nAsU/s1600-h/DSC07594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147604755119890690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R2_3QGkIYQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8cYH1O7nAsU/s72-c/DSC07594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4122937468844148270</id><published>2007-12-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:41.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarboo Arrival...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R2q2vWkIYDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wX-gr06hhuo/s1600-h/DSC08949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146126448851443762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R2q2vWkIYDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wX-gr06hhuo/s400/DSC08949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/sugarboo-love.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;? Well, it's finally here! J. came home one day last week and surprised me with a beautifully wrapped Sugarboo frame, that finally arrived...we ordered it for our anniversary back in October! We found a permanent home for it right away, and love gazing at it while we relax on the couch. Now, I am just waiting for the sepia photo options to come from snapfish.  We still have two stangers hanging on the wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4122937468844148270?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4122937468844148270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4122937468844148270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4122937468844148270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4122937468844148270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/sugarboo-arrival.html' title='Sugarboo Arrival...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R2q2vWkIYDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wX-gr06hhuo/s72-c/DSC08949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-172306451765509291</id><published>2007-12-10T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:42.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Maison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-N2ew_roI/AAAAAAAAASs/t_FKXnKDhwo/s1600-h/DSC08902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142985266591411842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-N2ew_roI/AAAAAAAAASs/t_FKXnKDhwo/s400/DSC08902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After &lt;a href="http://www.cadeandlaura.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; showed her beautiful home at x-mas, and J. put his blood, sweat and tears into the lights, I thought I'd show what our house looks like this time of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-OCuw_rpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xpPMww32-8c/s1600-h/DSC08868+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142985477044809362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-OCuw_rpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/xpPMww32-8c/s400/DSC08868+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is our tree with my little Brooks underneath it. This tree looked so much smaller in the lot...we brought it home and it's &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; in our living room....oh well, it's kinda nice. I am considering an artificial for next years tree...so much easier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-QR-w_ruI/AAAAAAAAATc/2U46NP6aMAA/s1600-h/DSC08883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142987938061070050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-QR-w_ruI/AAAAAAAAATc/2U46NP6aMAA/s400/DSC08883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And our buffet in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entry&lt;/span&gt; is a little dressed up....with the 'domestic bliss' sign I bought myself for my last birthday. I love this goofy little snowman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-O_-w_rsI/AAAAAAAAATM/pzQ2k3GaoKM/s1600-h/DSC08893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142986529311796930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-O_-w_rsI/AAAAAAAAATM/pzQ2k3GaoKM/s400/DSC08893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joy and peace to all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-Oo-w_rrI/AAAAAAAAATE/HP_1_RzV0hA/s1600-h/DSC08909+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142986134174805682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-Oo-w_rrI/AAAAAAAAATE/HP_1_RzV0hA/s400/DSC08909+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and kisses under the mistletoe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-Peew_rtI/AAAAAAAAATU/Sq2EBKEm6nY/s1600-h/DSC08913+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142987053297807058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-Peew_rtI/AAAAAAAAATU/Sq2EBKEm6nY/s400/DSC08913+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-172306451765509291?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/172306451765509291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=172306451765509291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/172306451765509291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/172306451765509291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-laura-showed-her-beautiful-home.html' title='Christmas Maison.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1-N2ew_roI/AAAAAAAAASs/t_FKXnKDhwo/s72-c/DSC08902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-2063795074555400723</id><published>2007-12-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:42.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Re-cap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1rxE-w_rRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2UtA2qSr4ZQ/s1600-h/DSC08862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141686992467111186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1rxE-w_rRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2UtA2qSr4ZQ/s320/DSC08862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;pouring&lt;/em&gt; rain and the event was up at the Four Seasons Resort, which is like taking a road trip from our house. I ended up pulling together my outfit before we left, and came up with the above skirt, tights, black patent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;janes&lt;/span&gt;, black v-neck sweater and black satin trench coat. It was a huge ballroom full of strangers and then casino games (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeck&lt;/span&gt;!). I wasn't feeling that great about myself last night...especially when I'm in a room with so many perfectly fit and beautiful women. Plus, I always get down on myself that I'm not better at just starting conversations with strangers, at these events....it's just not &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sweet husband was kind enough to play a few games and then suggest we make our exit. As we were leaving he said to me, "you were the most beautiful women in the room tonight" to which I laughed and said, "yeah...right...maybe to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;" and then he said "&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the only one who matters". Which made me think....&lt;em&gt;he's right&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1tXeuw_rYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AotxLh1AaVU/s1600-h/DSC08861+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141799585034775938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1tXeuw_rYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AotxLh1AaVU/s200/DSC08861+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1r8Huw_rXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/PRDfFvUJ_Kk/s1600-h/DSC08861+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;P.S. J. was by far the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; looking man in the room....I was so proud to be &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1r64-w_rWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sft-d892QS4/s1600-h/DSC08861+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-2063795074555400723?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/2063795074555400723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=2063795074555400723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2063795074555400723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/2063795074555400723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-re-cap.html' title='Party Re-cap.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1rxE-w_rRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2UtA2qSr4ZQ/s72-c/DSC08862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-9152112296261267174</id><published>2007-12-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:42.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time.</title><content type='html'>Tonight is J's company x-mas party....another casino night (yeck). I hate standing around, after making small talk all through dinner with stangers (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extroversion"&gt;introverts&lt;/a&gt; hate this, by the way), while J. plays &lt;em&gt;fake &lt;/em&gt;blackjack. My outfit is still undecided, which is causing slight stress as it gets closer to 6:00 pm. The invitation said "semi-formal", which is totally throwing me since last year it said "holiday casual". I wish I could snap my fingers and go looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1mm5ew_rOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sbjgd8HNnh0/s1600-h/6806003nferrara152006113334AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141323956061449442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1mm5ew_rOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sbjgd8HNnh0/s320/6806003nferrara152006113334AM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy and Kate Spade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She always looks so cute! When I worked at Kate Spade, I met Kate a few times and she is just as adorable and sweet in person....if not more. Also, I don't know how you feel about Andy, but he is one of those people that you get a totally incredible vibe about when you meet him in person. He has a certain &lt;em&gt;je ne sais quoi&lt;/em&gt; (something unexplainable). He is so stylish, funny and kind....we all had crushes on him for weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wish me luck at the party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-9152112296261267174?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/9152112296261267174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=9152112296261267174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/9152112296261267174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/9152112296261267174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-time.html' title='Party Time.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1mm5ew_rOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sbjgd8HNnh0/s72-c/6806003nferrara152006113334AM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3943881564573667678</id><published>2007-12-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is on my computer screen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hh5LsTNlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zQ-uHjb0lVc/s1600-h/0,,5161780,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140966609662457426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hh5LsTNlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zQ-uHjb0lVc/s320/0,,5161780,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It reminds me of when J. and I went to Paris, and ate macaroons at &lt;a href="http://www.laduree.fr/index_en.htm"&gt;Laduree.&lt;/a&gt; I felt like I had stepped into the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/marieantoinette/index.html"&gt;Marie Antionette&lt;/a&gt;, which I later found out was the inspiration for the set of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also, reminds me that dogs are everywhere. They are extremely welcome to sit at the tables and dine with the patrons. Walking by, I saw this little French Bulldog waiting patiently for his owner to return from the toilet. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hmY7sTNoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AAFR2MFux0k/s1600-h/DSC07237+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140971209572431474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hmE7sTNnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NX6dfapphb4/s320/DSC07238+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hmY7sTNoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AAFR2MFux0k/s1600-h/DSC07237+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140971553169815170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hmY7sTNoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AAFR2MFux0k/s320/DSC07237+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't Phoenix be like Paris???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3943881564573667678?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3943881564573667678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3943881564573667678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3943881564573667678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3943881564573667678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-on-my-computer-screen.html' title='This is on my computer screen....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1hh5LsTNlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/zQ-uHjb0lVc/s72-c/0,,5161780,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3578423888993439570</id><published>2007-12-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:43.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday in Real Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1T4ObsTNCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9oTYmCBUSBo/s1600-h/photo_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140006001572000802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1T4ObsTNCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9oTYmCBUSBo/s320/photo_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just to make things fun on a Monday, J. and I decided to go see a movie this evening. We saw 'Dan in Real Life'...I know it's been out for a while but we don't see movies as often as we used to. It was such a good Monday pick me up...funny, sweet and uplifting. The main theme at the end is that you can't plan your life, you can only plan to be surprised. This is so true and proves itself over and over in life. Watch the adorable trailer &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aB0qPAcmddM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. What will you do this week "shake up" the routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3578423888993439570?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3578423888993439570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3578423888993439570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3578423888993439570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3578423888993439570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-in-real-life.html' title='Monday in Real Life.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1T4ObsTNCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9oTYmCBUSBo/s72-c/photo_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-4271583867189253437</id><published>2007-12-01T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:43.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage Brunch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1I3k2xjYmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zIiNFT5Axqs/s1600-R/max05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139231231101330018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1I3k2xjYmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mmEfY-t8Iek/s320/max05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Max at 3 months...adorable!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today we had a wonderful brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.foxrestaurantconcepts.com/bloom.html"&gt;Bloom&lt;/a&gt; with our friends, Brook and Marissa. They are leaving next week, with 10 month old Max, to start their new adventure in France, where Brook will be going to business school for a year. We had a lovely time chatting, crying and laughing...on a rainy Saturday morning. We know this is going to be an exciting adventure for them, and we hope to make it over in the Spring to visit. Bon Voyage Rosenbaums...we will miss you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-4271583867189253437?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/4271583867189253437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=4271583867189253437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4271583867189253437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/4271583867189253437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/12/bon-voyage-brunch.html' title='Bon Voyage Brunch.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1I3k2xjYmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mmEfY-t8Iek/s72-c/max05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-5578185611042265659</id><published>2007-11-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Motivation.</title><content type='html'>The other day I shared with J. that, for some reason, I was not motivated to get out all the x-mas decorations and start the process. He jokingly asked me, "what is wrong with you?!!?" since this is so unlike me. I usually jump at the task as soon as it's appropriate. He then told me that Friday (today) he would come home from work and we'd do it together...sort of make a 'night' of it. Then today, he came home from work and surprised me with this beautiful mercury glass bell. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1DXXGxjYlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QNCJ9AxdmTw/s1600-R/DSC08846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138843966785151570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1DXXGxjYlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DRyVt_73xEQ/s320/DSC08846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said he thought it might inspire me to get into decorating, since it looked like something I'd like. He didn't know that I saw this, a few weeks ago, and pondered getting it. What a guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Since it has rained all day and we are both being lazy...decorations have &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; not gone up. Oh well...there's always tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-5578185611042265659?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/5578185611042265659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=5578185611042265659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5578185611042265659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/5578185611042265659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-motivation.html' title='Friday Motivation.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R1DXXGxjYlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DRyVt_73xEQ/s72-c/DSC08846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6512611408439215606</id><published>2007-11-29T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:44.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarboo Patience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R08hM8PKVdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F0cuvjkyWEs/s1600-h/Sugar-Boo-9130-crm-l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138362206064891346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="381" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R08hM8PKVdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F0cuvjkyWEs/s400/Sugar-Boo-9130-crm-l1.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Keri got &lt;a href="http://www.couturedreams.com/product.php?sub_catid=&amp;amp;proid=22889&amp;amp;catid=267&amp;amp;page=Photo%20Box%20"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; for Mother's Day, then Suzanne got &lt;a href="http://www.couturedreams.com/product.php?sub_catid=&amp;amp;proid=22883&amp;amp;catid=267&amp;amp;page=Photo%20Box%20"&gt;one &lt;/a&gt;for her new house....now I'm still waiting for mine. We ordered this Sugarboo designs frame for our anniversary and it's been over 6 weeks! I am dying to get it and put it up where I think it's going to go. I'll keep you posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-6512611408439215606?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6512611408439215606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6512611408439215606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6512611408439215606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6512611408439215606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/sugarboo-love.html' title='Sugarboo Patience.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R08hM8PKVdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F0cuvjkyWEs/s72-c/Sugar-Boo-9130-crm-l1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-6455175759966387877</id><published>2007-11-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:44.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Surprises Part Deux.</title><content type='html'>My sweet husband always makes the coffee in the morning. Well actually he makes espresso, and then leaves it for me in the refridgerator so that I can make my own latte when I am ready. Well, this morning I opened the fridge to find this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0xypcPKVOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w8Vlq11vHW8/s1600-h/DSC08795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137607331202880738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0xypcPKVOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w8Vlq11vHW8/s400/DSC08795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Unfortunately, our camera is the worst when it comes to close ups. The notes reads, "I wish you a bright beautiful day, filled with sunshine. I love (with heart) you my love, J."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful way to start the day...and so simple. What can you do as a lovely surprise today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8168634400300378198-6455175759966387877?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/6455175759966387877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=6455175759966387877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6455175759966387877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/6455175759966387877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/lovely-surprise-part-deux.html' title='Lovely Surprises Part Deux.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0xypcPKVOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w8Vlq11vHW8/s72-c/DSC08795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-8253536666620264075</id><published>2007-11-26T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:45.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat down at the computer last night and found this lovely surprise waiting for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0slVMPKVCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rCQ6dB7828I/s1600-h/SCAN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137240845938480162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0slVMPKVCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rCQ6dB7828I/s320/SCAN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. had cut out a heart from our kitchen notepad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wrote this sweet note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never get tired of these little things that say he cares...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-8253536666620264075?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/8253536666620264075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=8253536666620264075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8253536666620264075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/8253536666620264075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/lovely-surprises.html' title='Lovely Surprises.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0slVMPKVCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rCQ6dB7828I/s72-c/SCAN0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-1152260496770705895</id><published>2007-11-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:46.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintertime and Zoolights.</title><content type='html'>It finally feels like Winter here in Arizona! The past few days have been cool during the day, and just plain cold at night. J. and I went to dinner and &lt;a href="http://www.phoenixzoo.org/events/special_events/special_events_detail.aspx?ARTICLE_ID=100630"&gt;Zoolights&lt;/a&gt; with my mom, Steve, his daughter, son-in-law and his two grandkids - Jackson and Carter. It was so nice to wear coats, sip hot chocolate and hear Christmas music with lights everywhere...I wait all year for this feeling. I'm advocating for a new camera, since ours is older and not that great at photos, but here is what we were able to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. was dressed so nice, he looked my own J.crew model!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j59cPKU6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vOzbgUsErtI/s1600-h/zoolights+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136630208963171234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j59cPKU6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vOzbgUsErtI/s320/zoolights+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a giant bunny all decked out in lights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the middle of snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j6KsPKU7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pG6CxGmGJ-I/s1600-h/zoolights+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136630436596437938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j6KsPKU7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pG6CxGmGJ-I/s320/zoolights+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful dancing tree lights that flicker to music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j6qMPKU8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EB4S9vRdiCk/s1600-h/zoolights+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136630977762317250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j6qMPKU8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EB4S9vRdiCk/s320/zoolights+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the most amazing full moon out tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We caught a glimpse through a lighted tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we danced by the light of the moon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(really we did in the middle of the zoo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j7c8PKU9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vv9P44M3bzI/s1600-h/zoolights+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136631849640678354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j7c8PKU9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Vv9P44M3bzI/s320/zoolights+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-1152260496770705895?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/1152260496770705895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=1152260496770705895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1152260496770705895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/1152260496770705895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/wintertime-and-zoolights.html' title='Wintertime and Zoolights.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0j59cPKU6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/vOzbgUsErtI/s72-c/zoolights+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168634400300378198.post-3766723199120645225</id><published>2007-11-21T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:58:46.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.'s Birthday</title><content type='html'>My husband turned 32 over the weekend, and claims that it was his favorite birthday ever. He allowed the day to take him where it might, instead of planning it all out to the last detail (which he tends to do.) Here is a highlight from his special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the park and wrote birthday wishes on balloons for J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is reading them before we send them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0RxDsPKUuI/AAAAAAAAADU/GpwSqT1sWhI/s1600-h/DSC08709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135353783337505506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0RxDsPKUuI/AAAAAAAAADU/GpwSqT1sWhI/s320/DSC08709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There they go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0RymcPKUwI/AAAAAAAAADk/ekdcmiX9u1U/s1600-h/DSC08717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135355479849587458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0RymcPKUwI/AAAAAAAAADk/ekdcmiX9u1U/s320/DSC08717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys took a quick break from football for a picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0Rwd8PKUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/fm4Zu9TIr-E/s1600-h/DSC08726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135353134797443794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0Rwd8PKUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/fm4Zu9TIr-E/s320/DSC08726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then back to the game on a beautiful afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0Rzc8PKUxI/AAAAAAAAADs/-QQgIomQ_l4/s1600-h/DSC08739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135356416152458002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0Rzc8PKUxI/AAAAAAAAADs/-QQgIomQ_l4/s320/DSC08739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;J. later told me it was his best birthday, that he can remember, and that there is something to be learned from not planning everything...what a gift. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0RvKMPKUsI/AAAAAAAAADE/WdA_Ghji9ec/s1600-h/DSC08726.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168634400300378198-3766723199120645225?l=sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/feeds/3766723199120645225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168634400300378198&amp;postID=3766723199120645225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3766723199120645225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168634400300378198/posts/default/3766723199120645225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlifeladner.blogspot.com/2007/11/js-birthday.html' title='J.&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325857975183760001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/SAZ4YTSzSfI/AAAAAAAABNw/m-n7rPlcoJ8/S220/IMG_0334+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-d46c4ir4Ro/R0RxDsPKUuI/AAAAAAAAADU/GpwSqT1sWhI/s72-c/DSC08709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
