<?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-299976297517488165</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:57:22.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli Makes Four</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-6996810401338879069</id><published>2011-04-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:15:29.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How You've Grown, Emron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFe5emBkveA/TajDd6SxgiI/AAAAAAAAEAY/IHPx4ZTO-LI/s1600/Desktop3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFe5emBkveA/TajDd6SxgiI/AAAAAAAAEAY/IHPx4ZTO-LI/s400/Desktop3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595937455639462434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-6996810401338879069?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/6996810401338879069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=6996810401338879069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6996810401338879069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6996810401338879069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-youve-grown-emron.html' title='How You&apos;ve Grown, Emron!'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFe5emBkveA/TajDd6SxgiI/AAAAAAAAEAY/IHPx4ZTO-LI/s72-c/Desktop3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-3825775523730859968</id><published>2011-03-30T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:48:50.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emron Dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Emron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You've just had another birthday and now you are three!  I've been meditating on all the things that make you you and want to put my thoughts down in writing.  It's my hope that when you're older you will read my letters and gain a sense of who you were when you were little.  So without further ado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've had one crazy year!  Mommy in the hospital, an addition to our family, lots of house guests, a trip to Colorado.  Throughout the changes and adventures you've remained my little ball of energy and gladness.  You are such a bright shining light.  And here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emotionally, you are a lot like your mom, you feel a lot, a lot of the time.  You are sad when others are sad, especially when it comes to Eli and me.  I'm going to tell you right now, feeling so much is hard!  Your emotions can change at a drop of a hat and people will wonder why, but kiddo, without feelings what is this life?  Be true to this two and three year old you that feels so much and don't change!  I love all the ups and downs you bring our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year when we brought home your little brother you were a little weary of him, but you were gentle.  In fact, the first time you met him you touched him with just one finger.  Once you realized he was here to stay, you decided that you didn't need to be as soft and you decided you needed a little more attention.  I remember being upstairs getting dressed when I heard a bang then Eli scream, but the scream was muted, so I ran down as fast as I could to find that you had tipped him out of his bouncy chair (he was now on the floor) and taken his place!  Still, when you hurt Eli, whether on accident or on purpose, it genuinely scares you and many times I end up comforting you long after Eli is done crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You often call Eli "your baby."  When I'm having a rough time you've been known to say "don't worry, I'll take care of you, my princess."  You are true to your family.  I think your greatest fear is being left behind or being trapped.  You never want to be without us, which is sweet.  Also, if I forget to include one of the family members in say, pat-a-cake, you'll make sure to correct me and tell me who I forgot!  "No, Mommy, put it in the oven for Daddy, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At the beginning of your year, you amazed everyone by memorizing several 50 or so page books about cars, trucks, planes, tractors, etc.  Your little mind is sharp.  Partly due to your age, but partly, I think, because you are you, you absorb everything.  Your vocabulary is much, much more advanced than your peers.  At 2.5 you were saying sentences like "I'd prefer the transportation place mat, please, Mommy," and "May I, can I have the cow's milk, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You love to watch shows.  Now, we don't have cable or TV channels currently, but we rent movies for you from the library.  Your favorites are Thomas the Tank Engine and Bob the Builder.  In fact, you had a Bob the Builder cake for your birthday.  With the arrival of your brother I seem to find myself putting you in front of the tube more than I like, but in some ways, it's so much sweeter when we get time together just the two of us.  You like me to read to you, or let you fix me, sometimes with a hammer, sometimes I just need a shot.  We play games, sometimes you just love a good cuddle, "Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle," you'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speaking of cuddle, in September you climbed up the air conditioning fan, fell off onto the cement and broke your arm.  For our first trip to urgent care you were diagnosed with a nurse maids elbow.  Then two days later, when you aren't getting better and only want to cuddle, we go back to the doctor to discover you have a fracture in your humerus, I wasn't laughing!  It took 8 HOURS to get everything sorted and a yellow cast on your arm!  When it was time to have the cast taken off you were so brave, even more so than some of the older kids at the hospital!  But then you missed having it and still told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; strangers about your ordeal and about your yellow, then orange cast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You've always been musical, but this year you were able to start memorizing the tunes and words to songs.  You and I have been know to sing duets to Eli.  I love it!  Your voice is precious and when you sing it makes everyone in the room smile.  You started a one day a week preschool program this year and it seems you love singing time, followed by art time, and of course outside time!  Oh, and the dancing.  You received a keyboard for your 2nd birthday and you love to put it on disco mode and run circles around the couch!  You'll run and run and run!  You've recently started spinning, too.  You'll spin until you fall down.  Sometimes at restaurants we'll ask you to sit down, to which you'll reply "I'm just dancing!"  It's hard to resist your charm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't have a favorite color, the other day it was pink in fact, but it's always changing.  You like to eat food some of the time, particularly french fries, chicken nuggets, barbecue sauce and ketchup, and any kind of fruit.  But, you only like to eat some of the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're mostly sweet and always cute.  You are my angel and I love you so much!  Happy birthday my dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mom&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/299976297517488165-3825775523730859968?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/3825775523730859968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=3825775523730859968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3825775523730859968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3825775523730859968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-emron-dear.html' title='Happy Birthday Emron Dear!'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-4274347119729655272</id><published>2011-03-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:51:36.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aren't these boys the cutest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkhcT75FvTY/TW_TjbEFiDI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/PCQ278pqAOY/s400/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579911068849113138" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_NyjUkP4Hc/TW_TigURZQI/AAAAAAAAEAA/_ukge7RgbzE/s400/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579911053079307522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyotHqehq2Y/TW_TjPMAsKI/AAAAAAAAEAI/gQ9rQDuphZY/s400/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579911065661124770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-4274347119729655272?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/4274347119729655272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=4274347119729655272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4274347119729655272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4274347119729655272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2011/03/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkhcT75FvTY/TW_TjbEFiDI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/PCQ278pqAOY/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-4281538373610135361</id><published>2011-02-07T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:24:42.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Hiatus - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8-21-10:  We took a trip up to Irvine today.  It doesn't sound like much, I mean, you never hear people say "Hey man, let's go to Irvine," but we made the drive and had a good time.  I didn't know it at the time but this trip was the inaugural trip of what turned out to be our "Explore Southern California" fall.  Our first destination was a great Vietnamese coffee shop and bakery that had been recently highlighted in Sunset magazine.  The coffee was apparently from Vietnam but the baked goods, boy howdy, they were reminiscent of a French patisserie and man were they good.  The scene was controlled chaos with a worker standing at the door only letting folks in when others filled out.  Once inside we grabbed a tray and then grabbed our pastry selections and placed it directly onto our tray.  Then at the cash wrap we handed over the cash and they wrapped up the tasty treats.  As we exited others were allowed inside.  It was almost like a bazaar flooded with people out for sweets, but so much fun!  We then hit Irvine Spectrum center where we promptly purchased shoes for Emron, since, apparently, you lose more and more of your mind with subsequent children, and we left Emron's shoes at home in San Diego.  After the shoe shopping we wandered and window shopped.  Emron and Murry rode a train around the shopping center.  That was it, then we ate some more food and headed back down south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8-29-10:  Zoo day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9-9-10:  Emron's first day of school.  Over the summer I decided to put the big guy in a Mother's Day Out program at one of the local Christian pre-schools and today was the first day!  Emron looked so big in his preschool shirt carrying his Thomas and Friends backpack.  Dani, Gunnar and Davan are due to arrive right around the time Emron is let out of school.  We are in store for a fun weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9-11-10:  We had lots of fun hanging with the "Pink Girl" and her family.  Emron never really learned Uncle Gunnar or Auntie Dani, but the Pink Girl, no problem!  Davan and Emron played together surprisingly well.  Next family visit kicks off in five days when Lori and Neal are slated to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9-24-10:  Well, Lori and Neal are gone and while we had a WONDERFUL visit I have to say I am not entirely pleased with the jinx Lori placed on us.  You see, just as everyone was getting packed up to go to the airport Lori says something along the lines of "We've been so lucky, not one of our grandkids has broken a bone."  Wouldn't you believe that very night Emron decided to throw his little body off the air conditioning fan on our patio and lands all wonky on his arm breaking it.  And, wouldn't you know, the urgent care doc misdiagnosed the injury so Emron walks around (okay, so he was more laying around than walking around) with a broken arm for two days.  Eight hours later after x-rays, blood work and more x-rays, Emron picks out a yellow cast and we finally get to leave the hospital and go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9-26-10:  Palomar Observeratory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10-2-10:  La Brea Tar Pits and Los Angeles Metropolitan Museum of Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10-9-10:  Apple picking at Raven Hill Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10-11-10:  Mission San Juan Capsitrano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10-16-10:  Hollywood!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10-25-10:  Martin, Jen, Monique and Blaine are here, albeit, 24 hours sooner than we planned, but they are here!  Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11-2-10:  Streetman trip synopsis:  Zoo, Sea World, food, food, Birch Aquarium, food, rain, rain, more rain, beach in the rain, more food, more rain.  It's a sad day here in San Diego, Murr is back at work, Streetman's have left and it's still raining!  We had such a wonderful time with you guys and love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12-16-10:  Today we arrived in Denver!  Martin picked us up at the airport.  As soon as Emron stepped outside he started backing up toward the airport entrance saying "So cold, so cold!"  We grabbed lunch at Heidi's and so far the trip is off to a great start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12-24-10:  Tired!  Our trip was fun and now it's time to get ready for the holiday.  I have nothing in my fridge and have no idea what we'll eat for Christmas breakfast, but the gifts are set out and it's time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12-31-10:  What a year.  I am so thankful for this sweet little family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-4281538373610135361?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/4281538373610135361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=4281538373610135361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4281538373610135361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4281538373610135361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2011/02/blogging-hiatus-part-3.html' title='Blogging Hiatus - Part 3'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-4954711977827785406</id><published>2011-01-24T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:42:35.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Hiatus - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so it continues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-27-10:  I heard the baby cry and I remember the anesthesiologists... well for lack of a better word, yell at the pediatric doctors to get baby boy to the operating table so I could see him, but I didn't get to see him, I was under general anesthesia, all went dark, but I knew my baby was okay.  I woke up hours later in the PACU,  the post anesthesia care unit, I could not move.  My arms were immobile due to the needles placed in each one at the elbow, my legs were immobile due to the epidural and due to the fact that balloon catheters were placed in the arteries supplying blood to my uterus, which was now gone.  I had been cut open from pubic bone to a few inches above my naval...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-28-10:  It's my anniversary.  My nurse braided my hair because it was making me itch.  I still haven't been to the NICU to see baby boy, he still doesn't have a name.  I feel like I am willing my body to heal.  I'm not one to meditate but I visualize my insides moving back to where they belong.  I picture my incision fading away.  But truthfully, not only am I physically unable to look at my incision, I am terrified to see what has been done to me.  Murry visits with pictures of our little one, who is doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-29-10:  It took me 36 hours but I am finally able to see baby boy who is now called Eli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5-1-10:  My discharge from the hospital is bittersweet.  I am so happy to be going home to my Emron and my Murry, and let's face it, my bed.  But I am leaving little Eli alone in the hospital, and I know better than most that there's really no place worse than hospitals, except maybe prison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5-21-10:  I've lost count of the number of discharge dates that have come and gone but today is the day that I've been dreaming of and  praying for: Eli is coming home!  If I were still pregnant I would be 38 weeks into my pregnancy, but I'm not and Eli has been with us, though not in our home, for four weeks.  I most excited to not have to split my time between home and the hospital, or another way to look at it, between Emron and Eli with 80 minutes of drive time sandwiched in the middle.  I cannot thank my friends and family enough, especially Emily, for helping with meals, cleaning and taking care of my big boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5-24-10:  Because Murry has taken so much time off prior to Eli coming home, he's at work while I negotiate two little ones at the doctors office.  I leave feeling like a super mom, a feeling that I'll soon learn only comes a goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6-29-10:  Eli is getting bigger and bigger, and cuter and cuter!  Emron loves his little brother...  We still are sleeping, if you can call it sleeping, on pins and needles, listening for little Eli noises.  Knowing he's my last little one makes me eat up our precious moments with a fervor I didn't know I had.  Sweet, sweet Emron is on constant guard making sure my tummy doesn't hurt.  He asks almost daily if I need to go back to the hospital.  He tells me the doctors will make it better, I tell him it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; better, but my heart still hurts when I think about my infertility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7-15-10:  It's my birthday!  This is the first year I feel really old.  The events of the last year still weigh heavily on me but I am so thankful to be home, with Eli.  Everyone is healthy and happy and I love my little family of four.  I also love being the princess of the house, because with a home full of boys, I'll always be the princess!  Murry and I are able to go out for dinner without the boys for my birthday.  It's a good break since adjusting to two little guys has been harder than I expected!&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/299976297517488165-4954711977827785406?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/4954711977827785406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=4954711977827785406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4954711977827785406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4954711977827785406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogging-hiatus-part-2.html' title='Blogging Hiatus - Part 2'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-5109474813029601120</id><published>2011-01-20T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:38:57.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Hiatus - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The words for this post have been bumping around in my head for some time now but when I sit down to write the words are lost and it doesn't come out the way I want.  So I continue to postpone my re-entry to the blogging world, but not today.  With the house clean and the boys asleep it's time and lets face it reviewing the last year will probably do more good than harm.  So I conclude this paragraph to give you excerpts from the last year had I written during that time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1-19-10:  Doctors appointment today, follow up on some irregularities from our gender ultrasound.  After two and a half hours on the table I'm taken to the "counseling room" where it's revealed I have a condition called placenta acreta and it's one of the worst cases the doctor has seen.  The only way to insure a safe delivery for me and our baby boy is to do a c-section followed by a hysterectomy.  Sobs well up from the deepest crevasses of my soul.  I'm only 26.  I'm a good mom.  I'm statistically very unlikely to be issued this sentence, for that's what it feels like, a life changing sentence.  And what about the baby, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2-5-10:  We've found a new place to live, woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2-10-10:  I meet with my new doctor, my high risk pregnancy doctor and I like him.  His British accent is the most noteworthy thing about him, that and the fact that he is one of the nations foremost experts on my condition.  Baby boy is going to have to be delivered six weeks early and will almost certainly spend some time in the NICU.  My surgery will be pretty intense but Dr. Hull knows exactly what he's doing.  I apologize to Murry for not being able to give him a daughter though I know I am grieving more than he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3-17-10:  My heart is still so full and tears come quickly when I think about baby boy and about me and about the risk we both face.  But today is a day for Emron -- two years old!  Where has the time gone.  Emron is so sweet, so smart and so caring.  It's hard to believe how much he's grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-4-10:  Easter morning and there are no eggs hidden, no visits from the Easter bunny.  Instead I've landed myself in the hospital and it looks like I'll have to be monitored for the remainder of the week.  Baby boy is only 31 weeks, a few weeks past the age of viability, but if we needed to deliver he would be in great risk.  Emron was woken up at 5 this morning and picked up by a friend.  I wonder what he thinks about this.  I hope he's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-6-10:  I want to go home.  I miss my Emron, my Murry.  The hospital has to be one of the worst places to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-7-10:  I didn't plan on celebrating Murry's birthday in the hospital.  Thank goodness for friends!  Luis and Irma brought in a card for me to sign and best of all, carrot cake for us to eat!  Emron thought it was the best day ever, he had Taco Bell for lunch, since mommy was in the hospital, and cake for dinner.  What a score!  The day would have been much better if a discharge date was looming, but for now we just wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-9-10:  Today I get to go home and the arrival of family is right around the corner.  Monique is coming, Lori is coming, Jen is coming.  I'm determined to make it 34 weeks; to get baby boy here as safely as possible.  I still feel an ache deep inside when I think about the outcome of the birth.  Yes, I'll be gaining a baby but he'll be the last baby I'll ever have.  However, I've decided to concentrate on staying out of the hospital and keeping our littlest one out of harms way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-15-10:  Back in the hospital, I'll be here for the duration.  My surgery is scheduled for the 27th, I guess I'll have about five days to recovery then what...  I don't know how the baby will be doing, but hopefully we'll be done with this pregnancy and this place soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-17-10:  Emron brought me Puppy Doggy to sleep with while I'm at the hospital.  He asks me every time he visits if I am coming home with him.  We have to explain over and over that my tummy hurts but that it will be better soon.  Emron enjoys listening to baby boy's heartbeat on the monitor.  He mimics the lub dub sounds and it makes him giggle.  I miss that boy.  His world has been turned upside down but he seems to be coping well.  I can't wait to sleep in my own bed in my own home with my Murry and my Emron close by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4-26-10:  Tomorrow is the big day.  If I'm honest with myself I know I am afraid for my life.  The doctors have given the impression time and time again that baby will be fine but that I am in grave danger.  I've signed a release that releases the hospital and it's staff from any liability if I die.  I've signed paperwork that details what I want done with my remains and denotes who will make decisions for me if I become unable.  This is not light stuff.  Murry is staying the night with me and I find myself clinging on to him praying it won't be the last time I see him.  I try to play strong, but I am scared...&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/299976297517488165-5109474813029601120?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/5109474813029601120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=5109474813029601120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5109474813029601120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5109474813029601120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2011/01/blogging-hiatus-part-1.html' title='Blogging Hiatus - Part 1'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-7074805930800911444</id><published>2010-01-15T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:19:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Animal Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Murry had a much deserved day off during the week.  We decided to make the most of it by going to the San Diego Zoo's Wild Animal Park.  What is the Wild Animal Park (WAP)?  Fairly close to our home in North County San Diego, the WAP is an expansive park, covering over 1,800 acres.  It houses over 3,000 animals from 400 species from all over the world, but what's unique about the WAP is that the animals on exhibition are not in cages, instead they roam an open space.  Some spaces are larger than others, there's even a "Savannah" area.  The WAP also offers safari tours and over-night camping trips on sight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, we have passes to the zoo and the WAP and they are used frequently, though I am not sure I have posted many pictures of our adventures.  Here are some for your viewing pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1D0cH4i6hI/AAAAAAAAD4U/Iwt7a6HbAyc/s400/Wild+Animal+Park.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427106314971179538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAP Entrance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TVAJCIA3I/AAAAAAAAD5M/8SN9DWA2TjY/s400/Shinny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428197649289839474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Guys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TU_8kVCXI/AAAAAAAAD5E/EdiTPwxV-ss/s400/Giraffes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428197645943638386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dinner Anyone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TT35vmwTI/AAAAAAAAD48/EYkv7VoQHZA/s400/Emron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428196408235049266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Cute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TT23D9UPI/AAAAAAAAD4s/4EpeXGaP8Jo/s400/half+way+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428196390335238386" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Half Way Up!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TT3ZIXzpI/AAAAAAAAD40/IIwPdY1qIVA/s400/Made+it.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428196399480557202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Little Climber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TT2cES0OI/AAAAAAAAD4k/GBmWty_nov4/s400/Hang+Time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428196383088890082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanging with the Animals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1TT1mCh6nI/AAAAAAAAD4c/jpBX9jGC1gw/s400/Condors.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428196368585976434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Condor Ridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emron loved riding in the back pack, at least for the first half of the trip.  Once he got out, it was hard for him to go back.  We had a really enjoyable time and more than anything, it was nice to spend some extra time with Murry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hope all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-7074805930800911444?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/7074805930800911444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=7074805930800911444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7074805930800911444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7074805930800911444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2010/01/wild-animal-park.html' title='Wild Animal Park'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/S1D0cH4i6hI/AAAAAAAAD4U/Iwt7a6HbAyc/s72-c/Wild+Animal+Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-3175748910651245392</id><published>2010-01-14T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:14:18.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/j/ju/julosstock/1159090_teddy_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/j/ju/julosstock/1159090_teddy_bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We are happy to announce that we are expecting a little boy in June.   I will try to get our latest ultrasound pictures up soon.  I can't believe Emron is going to be a big brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-3175748910651245392?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/3175748910651245392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=3175748910651245392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3175748910651245392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3175748910651245392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-brother.html' title='A Big Brother'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-7315364448274984053</id><published>2010-01-11T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:38:52.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was going to forego the Christmas post this year, since Christmas has come and gone, but I was inspired by Renae's blog, so here's the low down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christmas morning Emron woke up about the usual time, 6:45ish, and we all came down stairs to find stockings and new gifts under the tree.  Emron was immediately drawn to his new bike!  He sat on it, and asked us to push him around the house, then he discovered the helmet.  We put on his new "hat" he didn't want to take it off.  Once the novelty of the bike wore off, or maybe it was the distraction of other presents, anyway, we moved on and opened stockings.  Emron loved his new reindeer slippers and was able to finagle some first-thing-in-the-morning treats.  Meanwhile, my cinnamon rolls had risen beautifully overnight and were placed in the oven.  Emron opened presents, Murry opened presents, and I opened presents.  Before we finished we needed a breakfast break.  My first ever cinnamon rolls turned out really well, Murry thought they were awesome, Emron was too distracted to really care.  Then it was back to the gifts.   When we got to the Harry and David basket from my mom and step-dad, Emron bit into one of the apples before we knew what happened!  Apparently, he wanted a healthy breakfast, what a goose!  We continued with the great gifts, Emron understood unwrapping this year, but was definitely overwhelmed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, we finished gifts and went to the park with Emron's new bike.  We came home and took naps, we had a laid back dinner, and just a really nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you to everyone for the great gifts!  We love them!  And now for my lameness...  No pictures on this post, instead, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2108354&amp;amp;id=20200590&amp;amp;l=9ba0a35d5f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope you all had a really nice holiday.  We sure did even though we were missing our families, always miss you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-7315364448274984053?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/7315364448274984053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=7315364448274984053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7315364448274984053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7315364448274984053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-5872876973690040976</id><published>2009-12-12T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:25:10.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron's hair has never been cut.  His little baby curls, however crazy, are super cute.  He kind of looks like an old man, but I like it!  The wispiness, the different lengths, his little mullet, blonde, shiny, beautiful hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyRMLQDPLqI/AAAAAAAAD28/7jG7F9uPb5U/s320/Curls2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414536408176996002" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyRMK6Tu3gI/AAAAAAAAD20/PLnlwhM3hCo/s320/The+Back.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414536402340601346" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyRMKggO2jI/AAAAAAAAD2s/i6v5UoIDm5w/s320/Curls1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414536395413707314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Today, things changed.  We decided to buzz his little head.  I was a little sad to lose his blonde locks.  I think he was a little sad to lose them, too.  We sat in the bathtub, Emron in my lap, while Murry used the clippers to trim his hair to one length.  The sound made the little guy nervous, but he was distracted by M&amp;amp;Ms and, well, me.  I asked about the ABC's and we counted.  Then we planned a camping trip.  I asked him who he wanted to invite, of course Sydney was the first invitee, then Marshall, then, after I asked, the rest of their families, and the rest of ours, too.  The end result is still cute, it is on one of the cutest little guys I've ever seen (I know, I know, I am a little biased), but it makes him look older.  His baby features are molding into those of a little boy.  It's fun to watch him grow!  Here's the new do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyRr0sySD6I/AAAAAAAAD3M/lKL8zrF1K9U/s320/hi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571205125607330" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyRr0HSAWdI/AAAAAAAAD3E/nVByVH90Gjk/s320/Hi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414571195058117074" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-5872876973690040976?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/5872876973690040976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=5872876973690040976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5872876973690040976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5872876973690040976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/12/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyRMLQDPLqI/AAAAAAAAD28/7jG7F9uPb5U/s72-c/Curls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-1548423515497697179</id><published>2009-12-10T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:55:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post is Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyGIbr_gkhI/AAAAAAAAD0o/pKqrRc5MmkA/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyGIbr_gkhI/AAAAAAAAD0o/pKqrRc5MmkA/s400/Recently+Updated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We've been a busy family.  Between the holidays and illnesses and trips to Temecula I haven't had (made) much time to update our blog.  And while I will go back to before October 21st for updates, I am going to make them a little briefer than normal, since most of you reading this are already current!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Halloween was a lot of fun.  Emron was a doctor, he wore scrubs that I put off until the last minute to sew, but he looked great and had fun at one of the Halloween parties we went to.  He still didn't really understand the collecting of candy, so we skipped it for the most part.  Instead we went to trunk or treat at our church and trick or treated around the parking lot going from trunk to trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then mid November Emron and I caught the stomach flu.  It was miserable, especially for my little guy.  He was so sick!  It was five days before he went a day keeping all his food down.  He spent lots of time laying on me and watching Signing Time.  He was so lethargic it was scary.  Of course this was the first time Emron had been really, really sick so Murry and I were a little nervous.  Suffice to say, he's back to normal.  Today he ate a whole cheese omelet, cheesy toast and half a banana for breakfast.  My version of the flu was about 24 hours, with four hours of total misery, meaning I was busy in the bathroom from 1 a.m. to 5 a.m, throwing up until there was nothing to throw up anymore, then throwing up again and again.  Not fun, but over and done with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thanksgiving was fun.  We went to one of Murry's co-workers and feasted.  I made enough stuffing and cranberries for 20 people, not thinking that 19 others would bring side dishes, too.  We had so many leftovers that I decided to make a turkey, too.  It was my first attempt at a turkey and it turned out well.  The meat was moist throughout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The last couple of weekends have been filled with trips to Temecula.  We're pretty certain we won't be in California long enough to make it worth while to buy a home, but we wanted to check out all our options one last time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The next few weekends are busy as we count down to Christmas with numerous parties and events.  I almost have all my shopping done and our tree is up, but more about that to come, I promise :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emron sends a big Head-D0w.  He's a talking machine with over 50 words in his vocabulary!!!  We hope all is well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS  The bath photos in the collage were taken today, the others are from last weekend's trip to Temecula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-1548423515497697179?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/1548423515497697179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=1548423515497697179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1548423515497697179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1548423515497697179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-is-long-overdue.html' title='A Post is Long Overdue'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SyGIbr_gkhI/AAAAAAAAD0o/pKqrRc5MmkA/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-8755739352108757673</id><published>2009-10-20T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:19:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Murry is amazing. I am so happy to be married to him. I haven't been feeling well and he has been taking such good care of me. On Saturday I was craving lemonade, so Murry went to the store and bought lemons, squeezed them all, made a simple syrup, made ice cubes, then the ingredients together to yield some of the best lemonade I've tasted! It was delicious! Also, I wanted to get a walk in on Saturday and clean the downstairs. Murry offered to clean so I could take my walk. Every night and every morning he rubs my back to help my feel better. He is just so sweet. He helps with dinner, doesn't get mad if I don't have it made and we end up eating out, he does most chores I ask him to do, he puts my needs above his own. And all this on top of working 60+ hours a week! I am a lucky girl and oh so grateful for my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/St3UdpMc4JI/AAAAAAAADxg/CEtpdCyHmfA/s1600-h/Desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/St3UdpMc4JI/AAAAAAAADxg/CEtpdCyHmfA/s400/Desktop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&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/299976297517488165-8755739352108757673?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/8755739352108757673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=8755739352108757673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8755739352108757673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8755739352108757673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-husband.html' title='My Husband'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/St3UdpMc4JI/AAAAAAAADxg/CEtpdCyHmfA/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-1163832597667848198</id><published>2009-10-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:02:00.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been too long since my last post, life has been crazy.  Between family visits, a trip to Colorado and our entire household being sick we've been busy.  Most importantly (I am not going to bore you will mucus details), Laurel, my sister, visited the U.S. for the month of September and during her visit Emron and I flew out to Colorado to see her and my mom, Alan, and dad.  It was a good visit.  I was happy to see everyone, especially Laurel who hadn't seen Emron except for when he was first born (she lives in New Zealand).  Emron learned how to say auntie before we arrived and I think Laurel was impressed, if not simply amazed by how much he had changed.  The weather was nice while we were there and my mom was able to have her girls home for her birthday (don't worry mom, I won't tell everyone how old you are!).  The food was good as always, though Emron didn't appreciate the crab dinner, and we enjoyed each other's company.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few highlights of the trip include:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron splashing in the hot tub naked and then coming inside to play the piano, also naked. Crab quiche.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taking Emron to the mountains with my dad and watching the boys (my dad and E) throw rocks down the hillside (this event has triggered a rock throwing fetish, which is cute but not always a good thing...).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing Emron wade in the irrigation ditch, the water was so cold!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing Jan, Travis, Kevin and Stacy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watching Lindy lick Emron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watching both of the dogs hover whenever Emron was eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo shoot with mom and Laurel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talks with my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lunch in Cedaredge, and the park afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taking Emron to Jorgenson Park in Gunni, the only park I knew growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some pictures from our trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47NVxHxyI/AAAAAAAADxA/w7GxFOUVRU4/s1600-h/September+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47NVxHxyI/AAAAAAAADxA/w7GxFOUVRU4/s320/September+087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390310904376575778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron just loved playing outside, especially with the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47Moo_rFI/AAAAAAAADw4/VJqiDjZ0ws8/s1600-h/More+Laurel+Visit+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47Moo_rFI/AAAAAAAADw4/VJqiDjZ0ws8/s320/More+Laurel+Visit+189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390310892262894674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grandma and Mr. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47MD_kerI/AAAAAAAADww/ZmsI1A8P7nE/s1600-h/More+Laurel+Visit+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47MD_kerI/AAAAAAAADww/ZmsI1A8P7nE/s320/More+Laurel+Visit+134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390310882425469618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron is the only grandkid to visit Papa Owl at his Post Office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47LpgIqRI/AAAAAAAADwo/7yRh1FkGnXI/s1600-h/More+Laurel+Visit+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47LpgIqRI/AAAAAAAADwo/7yRh1FkGnXI/s320/More+Laurel+Visit+131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390310875314301202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Auntie Laurel and the little guy at the park in Gunnison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47K91EE-I/AAAAAAAADwg/cV5z3y3D9UM/s1600-h/More+Laurel+Visit+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47K91EE-I/AAAAAAAADwg/cV5z3y3D9UM/s320/More+Laurel+Visit+092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390310863590921186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rock climbing with grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss45jiHkIlI/AAAAAAAADwY/W4PjMVL2-fc/s1600-h/More+Laurel+Visit+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss45jiHkIlI/AAAAAAAADwY/W4PjMVL2-fc/s320/More+Laurel+Visit+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390309086625800786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sis-toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a good time in Colorado but were glad to come home and see Murry.  Emron spent the whole weekend attached to his daddy.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that Murry had not only cleaned the house, but also re-finished the rest of the bedroom furniture.  He is a very sweet guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, there's a little update for all of you.  I hope to post more over the weekend so stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for a great time in Colorado every one.  We miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-1163832597667848198?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/1163832597667848198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=1163832597667848198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1163832597667848198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1163832597667848198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/10/colorado-trip.html' title='Colorado Trip'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Ss47NVxHxyI/AAAAAAAADxA/w7GxFOUVRU4/s72-c/September+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-1925646145385524000</id><published>2009-09-15T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:37:28.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emron is a Man of Many Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, Emron found his old swimming hat and he won't take it off.  Here's a little background: Last year I purchased orange swimming trunks and the matching sun hat.  Emron wasn't a fan of the hat at the time, he didn't like to wear it, heck, for that matter, he didn't like the trunks too much either.  You see, Emron was not a fan of the water at six months old.  Now, it's a completely different story.  Emron loves the water, especially the ocean.  And he loves hats!  So yesterday when he found his old swimming hat he immediately insisted on wearing.  And wearing it.  He wore it to nap in, he wore it to bed.  He wore it most of the day.  This morning, I heard Emron talking in his crib, he wasn't upset, but clearly he was waking up (I love when they wake up without tears!!!).  So, I peaked into his room, and there he was, standing up trying to get his hat on.  He kept saying "Ut oh, ut oh."  I immediately went to his crib and helped him with his hat.  He ate breakfast in his hat, then we lost it while climbing all over the couch, not really lost, mind you, but it was not on his head and out of sight, therefore forgotten.  Anyway, this afternoon, before Emron went down for a nap he decided he needed to wear his Mickey Mouse ears.  So he did.  Not to bed, I wouldn't let him, these are $25 ears after all, but he wore them as we walked to 7-Eleven for a treat.  The funny thing is, I am not sure the cashier even noticed!  So, here are a few pictures of my little friend with his hats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SrAG9_ttFDI/AAAAAAAADwI/mTA80lUP3TA/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381809216852661298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron and Breakfast and the Hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SrAG-SnOHzI/AAAAAAAADwQ/zvQS-6zU3ug/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381809221925740338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hiding from Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SrAG9f9QYaI/AAAAAAAADwA/NB2_GhAXbDw/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381809208327954850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two of Emron's Favorites: Thomas and Mickey Ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hope all is well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-1925646145385524000?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/1925646145385524000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=1925646145385524000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1925646145385524000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1925646145385524000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/09/emron-is-man-of-many-hats.html' title='Emron is a Man of Many Hats'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SrAG9_ttFDI/AAAAAAAADwI/mTA80lUP3TA/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2655600309405442435</id><published>2009-09-07T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:22:53.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's been awhile since my last post, and while I've updated my layout, I've had a hard time sitting down and writing a post, in fact, I've been putting it off.  But here I am, and thus the update shall begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our family has done several things I'll gloss over and several others I'll go in more depth about.  First, the gloss.  The weekend of August 15th, we went to Old Poway Park and we were able to ride on a working steam engine.  The train did a small loop around the park and Emron seemed to love it!  Afterward we went to the Poway Farmers Market, and while we didn't buy anything, we enjoyed taking in the sights, sounds and smells that describe the controlled chaos of any open air market.  The next weekend we helped throw a baby shower for one of Murry's co-workers.  We had many guests in attendance, I'd guess around 45 total, including about ten kids.  Everyone seemed to have a good time.  We weren't able to play any of the games we'd planned, due to the high volume of people, but the food was good and the day was warm!  I, for one, was glad when the last guest left and the party had been deemed a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The following Thursday, Murry's mom and dad, and sister and her family flew in for a visit.  We were so excited to have company.  I was honestly giddy as I tried to fall asleep on Wednesday night!  They came for a couple of reasons, first, to support us as we went through the San Diego Temple, and second, to have fun and experience all that America's Finest City has to offer.  Upon the arrival of the Streetman army, we grabbed some food, then set our sights on the beach.  It was a beautiful day, well, it was hot.  We were in the middle of a heat wave and the expected high was 105 degrees!!!  So, it really was a perfect day for the beach!  Anyway, Emron was napping so we decided to split up.  I took Luke, Jace, Reilly, and Monique to the beach while Murry, Mike and Murry's folks, Lori and Neal stayed at the apartment waiting for the big guy to wake up.  It was the first time of the summer I've been to the beach without Emron to look after and I was in heaven!  The water was warm and I wasn't tied to the shore.  Luke and I tried to body board as Jace seemed to work his way farther and farther down the shore collecting and ridding the ocean of seaweed.  Eventually we all met up; the whole crew of ten.  Monique brought out the camera and captured each of us having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXDV8E-edI/AAAAAAAADtg/JT0HB0QSOmw/s320/Beach+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378920111635593682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At the Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXDWtJn13I/AAAAAAAADtw/xKlZP_2UCuU/s320/Grandma+and+Emron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378920124808419186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emron Showing Grandma Some Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXDWWlnoUI/AAAAAAAADto/76dsQi8SV6U/s320/Beach+Football+Emron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378920118751830338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Emron Just Loves the Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Friday was filled with hairs being cut and errands being run as we prepared to go to the temple.  Actually, the boys and Mike went to Legoland, the rest of us ran around and rested, but not at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saturday was our sealing.  A sealing, in case you don't know, is a short, yet amazing ceremony that binds a family together forever.  We believe marriage vows don't have to be "until death do you part," instead, with the proper authority families can be eternal.  Our ceremony was beautiful and many of our close friends were there.  Emron had a hard time until he saw mommy and daddy then he was put at ease.  Many aspects of the temple are sacred, so suffice to say, I felt wonderful when we were there, totally at peace and full of love.  I am so grateful for the Church, and I am grateful our family is be sealed together for all time and eternity.  Our wonderful photographer was able to capture these awesome pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXA3A87X2I/AAAAAAAADtY/b4jsHy5jNc0/s320/Family+at+the+Temple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917381344812898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happy Forever Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXA2tQ6-4I/AAAAAAAADtQ/iazwxehgkx8/s320/Group+Shot+Temple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917376059964290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Family and Friends at the Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sunday marked the end of Neal and Lori's visit.  Murry, Mike and Emron took them to the airport while the rest of us went to church.  Afterwards, everyone was able to get a little rest, then we went back to the beach.  It was late when we arrived, about 4:30, and the marine layer had rolled in.  Even with the clouds, it was warm and we had so much fun playing in the sand.  Emron found a big hole and sat in it.  He looked like a little prairie dog on the look-out.  Later, he dove in the sand face first and was deemed "The Sand Monster!"  We rinsed him off in the ocean as he tried to chase the waves into the deep while they washed in and out.  Mike and the boys rented bogie boards and Monique watched from the sand.  We got Taco Bell on the way home and were able to feed eight people for $24!  I know Reilly doesn't really count, since she's only six months old, but still, it was an amazing feat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXDXD1IsnI/AAAAAAAADt4/OfLaecdCNpA/s320/Sand+Monster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378920130896507506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sand Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We went to Disneyland on Monday.  It was a long and hot day, but despite being tired and sweaty, we had a great time.  How can you not when you're at the happiest place on earth!?  Emron was able to ride many of the rides, but he didn't know what to make of it.  Every time I looked at him, his eyes would be wide and he'd be looking from side to side.  Due to the heat, or maybe just the time of year, the lines were pretty short.  Murry and I were able to break away and ride Space Mountain and didn't have to wait in line at all, we also were seated in the first car, which was awesome!  We rode the Matterhorn, too!  Emron and Reilly did very well in their strollers and the boys were good, as well.  Disneyland was a fun adventure for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXA2DAWzhI/AAAAAAAADtI/kGMjvL-TK68/s320/Dumbo+Ride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917364716195346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dumbo Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXA1ufkYqI/AAAAAAAADtA/NeTAGTfs0is/s320/Fam+at+Disney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917359209964194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Us at the Disneyland Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXA1M3rOdI/AAAAAAAADs4/_-nvlFxh6pM/s320/Mickey+Ears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917350184270290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We took the clan to the airport on Tuesday as they rounded out their visit with hugs and kisses.  I had to pick Jace up in order to get a hug from him, but I still got one.  It was so nice have everyone here, in our home.  Thanks guys for a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The rest of the week was devoted to relaxing and cleaning and hanging out with friends.  Our MusikGarten teacher, Erin, is moving, and on Wednesday we had our last class with her.  Emron performed like a true star.  He sang his tonal patterns and brought tears to Erin's eyes.  Then clapped for himself and started giggling, which in turn, made everyone in class giggle, which in turn, made him giggle even more.  It was truly adorable!  We will miss Erin, but we're so glad class will go on with our new teacher, Tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And, lastly, I know this is already a long post, but still...  Emron gets up every time he falls, most of the time it doesn't even phase him.  I am amazed as I watch him grow into a strong little boy with a lot of heart!  I hope everyday to become more like him.  To love equally and not to judge, to laugh at everything, to get up when you get knocked down, to eat with passion, and to trust whole-heartedly.  I love my little guy.  I love both my guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aspen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S.  To see more pictures click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/msrynear/20090800SanDiego?authkey=Gv1sRgCIfuuqaI7KzisAE&amp;amp;feat=directlink"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-2655600309405442435?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2655600309405442435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2655600309405442435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2655600309405442435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2655600309405442435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-to-say.html' title='Lots to Say'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SqXDV8E-edI/AAAAAAAADtg/JT0HB0QSOmw/s72-c/Beach+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-8048651330736282543</id><published>2009-08-27T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:42:00.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Family in town and updates to come!  Sorry for being such a slacker this month...  stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-8048651330736282543?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/8048651330736282543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=8048651330736282543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8048651330736282543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8048651330736282543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-6513944312448879019</id><published>2009-08-07T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:57:35.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Poway Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As of late, one of the only ways to keep Emron happy is to be out and about.  I don't know if it has to do with him starting to walk or if he is just tired of me, but he's happiest when we are doing something.  So, yesterday after nap-time we headed out the door.  I didn't quite know where we were going, but Emron was standing at the front door, pounding on it and yelling, so I grabbed my wallet and we were off.  The first stop was easy: McDonalds!  You can't beat a 42 ounce diet soda for $0.84!  Then, where to...  How about Old Poway Park!  We'd never been there so I decided it was time to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we arrived we discovered the playground was closed for construction.  Then we walked across the street to the gazebo/park area.  We found train cars!  Emron was so excited!  We walked around the cars then found two fountains.  Then a big rock!  Emron scored!  He didn't want to come home!  I was able to catch some okay shots with my phone and thought you might enjoy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snx1WjbPirI/AAAAAAAADnc/Yx6dalOTBVk/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367293886245866162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron Splashing in the Fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snx1DLHu3KI/AAAAAAAADnU/G7vR5fHZWbM/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367293553304067234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With the Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snx1Cq7JwHI/AAAAAAAADnM/VWJiuwKedFI/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367293544661368946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Off For a New Adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snx1CXyQI_I/AAAAAAAADnE/rzTpyjBzXLE/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367293539523765234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blue Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also found out the park offers train rides on the weekends.  And we're talking real trains, not just some ride for kids.  I think we're going to have to check it out!  Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-6513944312448879019?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/6513944312448879019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=6513944312448879019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6513944312448879019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6513944312448879019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-poway-park.html' title='Old Poway Park'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snx1WjbPirI/AAAAAAAADnc/Yx6dalOTBVk/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-6882778216509361565</id><published>2009-08-06T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:20:06.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Con and Other Going Ons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello!  It's August, seriously, can you believe it?  I keep joking that I am looking forward to school starting because it will give me a break.  I know the school year doesn't really affect our family, yet, but with friends with kids out of school, we've found ourselves busier than ever!  My last post was on my birthday, so about two or three weeks ago.  Since then we've been up to no good, as usual!  There was my birthday dinner/date, Comic Con, house drama and several projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For my birthday Murry took me out to King's Fish House.  I ordered the salmon and Murry ate the scallops.  We also ordered a grilled artichoke appetizer.  Everything was delicious.  Emron was at home, sleeping, while our friends Luis and Irma supervised.  After dinner we went for a little drive along the coast then came home.  Luis and Irma brought cake and sang to me before they headed back to their house!  It was an enjoyable celebration.  I received some great gifts, too.  Fun clothes and sunglasses from Murry, two great necklaces, a Willow Tree collectable box and some money...  So far, being 26 has been great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next weekend we had some discouraging news.  The house we were hoping to close on in mid August was not going to be available for at least another month.  We are not able to see it and the bank will have to review our offer since 30 days will have passed from the time they accepted it.  We're still house hunting but with less vigor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had some fun at Comic Con though!  For those of you who have not heard of Comic Con, it's a four day, 120,000 person event held annually at the San Diego Convention Center.  It showcases vendors from across the country as well as some of the major comic book label such as Marvel and DC.  Additionally, since so many comic books have been made into movies, movie studios as well as actors and other celebrities are in attendance.  We saw Tyresse and Sigourney Weaver.  When we arrived at the event we were shocked by its size and by all the attendees in costume!  It was a sensory experience for sure.  Murry was like a kid in a candy store.  He loved collecting free comic books and seeing pieces from movie sets, like the Iron Man suits.  Emron enjoyed all the colors, too.  I thought the event was crazy but still fun.  At one point, a man tried to run me and the stroller over but I looked back at him and said "You can just wait!"  He backed off.  I am glad we were able to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snsxo9PKKUI/AAAAAAAADm0/MHYPiDefGRU/s320/Murry+and+Emron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937960644749634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Murry and Emron Taking a Break from the Main Exhibit Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SnsxocROBVI/AAAAAAAADms/slmTMW9CVp8/s320/Megatron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937951795021138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Megatron (?) and My Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SnsxoEhyphI/AAAAAAAADmk/zkF3vrydL74/s320/Bumblebee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937945422079506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bumblebee from The Transformers Movie - The Camaro Was Close by, Too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SnsxpUSJwcI/AAAAAAAADm8/eaTFlN4ftLQ/s320/Emron+and+Anchor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937966831321538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron at the Park Near the Convention Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snsxnuj8YEI/AAAAAAAADmc/X74LHJm77sg/s320/Comic+Con+Passes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937939525525570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday: Emron Wants to go Back to Comic Con (He's Wearing Our Badges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last week Murry was out of town for a training so I decided to tackle a few projects.  I've began re-finishing our bedroom furniture.  I did some work when Murry was gone but we're still plugging away, its a big project.  I have some sewing to do, and we're going to shampoo the carpets.  So, I guess I haven't really tackled much, per se, but I've made lists...  That has got to count for something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last weekend, we worked on the furniture and we spent some time with friends.  On Friday night, we had dinner with Tara, Spencer and Sydney.  I am friends with Tara from MusikGarten and Emron and Sydney are a team.  Tara and I decided it was time our spouses met, so that's what they did.  We ate at Rubios then went to the park.  Emron tried to keep up with Sydney, who kept yelling "Come on buddy.  Buddy come on!"  And the adults enjoyed some adult talk.  By the end of the night Emron added Sydney to his vocabulary (Mum, Dada, ketchup and Sydney among others...) and we all had a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This weekend, more furniture.  Maybe breakfast with friends or a pool date with other friends.  We shall see!  Hope all is well for every and that you enjoyed the update.  I need to not let so much time pass between posts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-6882778216509361565?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/6882778216509361565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=6882778216509361565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6882778216509361565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6882778216509361565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/08/comic-con-and-other-going-ons.html' title='Comic Con and Other Going Ons'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Snsxo9PKKUI/AAAAAAAADm0/MHYPiDefGRU/s72-c/Murry+and+Emron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-5886209106031467097</id><published>2009-07-15T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:58:44.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Older and Wiser, Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is my birthday!  There are many things I've learned this year and many experiences I've enjoyed.  In no particular order, here's a brief list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Joy is found in the little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fifteen minute makeup looks almost identical to five minute makeup, and the ten minutes saved will make all the difference to your husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boys like trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Babies cry, and it's okay to let them cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M&amp;amp;M's fix everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pedicures are way overrated, but eyebrow waxing is worth every penny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ironing jeans is not always necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kids eat sand and then you have to change sandy diapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's nothing wrong with going to bed earlier than your spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;House hunting is fun for adults, not so much for young kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Loss is difficult, but gradually the pain starts to fade (I miss you little lentil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's hard to be selfish when you take care of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Communication is key in any relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends are found in unexpected places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never let your husband dare you into cutting your hair off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It takes a long time for hair to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can never take too many photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can eat whatever I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bronx Pizza is the best in San Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can run a half marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bodies change after having babies, but the change is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sl5CsNN8tII/AAAAAAAADmU/MTiyi-ODiVs/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358793933847311490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Asleep on the Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday my little one feel asleep on the beach watching the waves wash in and out.  He's up and moving and keeping me young!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-5886209106031467097?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/5886209106031467097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=5886209106031467097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5886209106031467097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5886209106031467097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year-older-and-wiser-too.html' title='One Year Older and Wiser, Too'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sl5CsNN8tII/AAAAAAAADmU/MTiyi-ODiVs/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-6781159322270840003</id><published>2009-07-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:21:52.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has its Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been two and a half weeks since my last post.  In this time I've pondered my blogging boundaries and what should or shouldn't be posted online.  I've come to the conclusion that, since my blog is my journal, and since I am a relatively open person anyway, most things that happen in my life, good or bad, will be posted.  It's with a heavy heart that I share this bit of news with you, my readers.  About a month ago we discovered I was pregnant, then two weeks later it was confirmed that I lost the baby.  I was only six weeks along.  While I didn't look pregnant and my little baby was only the size of a lentil, the loss has been one of the most difficult events I've had to handle.  Even with the knowledge that these things happen fairly regularly, I've been sad.  It's not to say that I only wear black and freely cry all the time, but it's been the little things: pregnant women with their round bellies, commercials for pregnancy tests and products for newborns.  Fortunately, Emron keeps me busy and leaves me with little time to feel sorry for myself.  Additionally, I have confidence that I will get to meet my little lentil one day and until then he or she will be well cared for by our Heavenly Father.  So, that's why it's been awhile since my last post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, despite this trial, we've actually been doing pretty well.  Emron is finally walking more than crawling.  He still does a bit of a Frankenstein walk, but he's moving from room to room, and he gets right back up after he falls without any tears.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bank has accepted one of our offers on a home in Temecula.  We're excited because we anticipated the process taking a lot longer, but here we are.  The bank wants to close on July 23rd, but here's the kicker: we haven't seen the house!!!  Because the house is tenant occupied, and because the tenant is very difficult, we will not be able to get into the house until July 15th, the date the tenant is moving out.  Obviously, we will not close on the 23rd, instead, if we like the house and want to move forward, we'd like to close mid-August.  But of course, we're still not 100% sure we want to buy in California!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday I took Emron to the beach for the first time ever.  He loved it!  He loved the sand and the other kids (we went with our ward), and eating the sane, he loved having a picnic lunch and he loved stealing food from other moms and their kids!  He didn't love the water, and can you blame him?  It was only 62 degrees.  He did, however, love the idea of the water.  As we walked toward the ocean he giggled with excitement but once he felt how cold it was he was not a happy camper.  Regardless, if I held him and stood in the water he was completely calm as he watched the waves wash in and out, in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SlUK9f_vlSI/AAAAAAAADkI/acCD4kxgbFE/s320/sand+face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356199383504229666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sand Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we got home from the beach, a second wind kicked in for my tired babe, and he went nuts!  Walking all around, playing with toys, and my personal favorite activity of the moment, putting blocks behind the TV stand, using his whole body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SlUMJHyC7dI/AAAAAAAADkQ/71QrGvR3yxg/s320/legs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356200682674384338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look at Those Legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today we had music class then spent time with friends.  Emron's resting now, and I am going to get some ironing done.  We hope all is well for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-6781159322270840003?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/6781159322270840003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=6781159322270840003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6781159322270840003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/6781159322270840003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-has-its-ups-and-downs.html' title='Life has its Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SlUK9f_vlSI/AAAAAAAADkI/acCD4kxgbFE/s72-c/sand+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-6943887094786146732</id><published>2009-06-22T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:12:18.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two weekends have past since my last post.  How time flies.  When Murry and I got married I remember thinking everything was going by so fast, but since Emron has joined us it feels like we are running on fast-forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, most of you probably know about our weekend two weekends ago, for those of you who don't here's a quick re-cap.  On Saturday we set out to see our "Country House."  Murr was interested in a house on 5.5 acres just east of Temecula.  The price was right, especially because of the acreage and the house appeared to be custom, so we though, "Why not check it out!"  As we approached the house the road went from pavement to dirt, then from dirt to a four wheel drive trail.  Yes, I am going to call it a trail.  Even in our SUV we had a difficult time navigating the trail.  Finally, the trail became impassable.  But, we'd invested so much time to getting to the Country House that we decided to hike the rest of the way up.  And that's what we did.  Murry and I took turns carrying Emron and we walked about a mile to the house.  We were glad we did.  The house was rough; one would need to replace the flooring, get rid of vectors, figure out the water situation (it appeared water would need to be trucked in), re-pave the road, etc.  The view, however, was amazing.  On a clear day you'd be able to see to the ocean.  And with million dollar houses all around the re-sale opportunities would be outrageous.  Oh, if we only had about $400K laying around...  Regardless, we had fun driving off road and hiking as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day, Sunday, we went to church then drove down to El Centro.  There are few things I have been absolutely certain about it my lifetime, marrying Murry is one of them.  Another is that I will NEVER willingly move to El Centro.  It just didn't feel right.  Not a lot of white folks, no kids playing outside on a beautiful day, just hot and not right.  It was good to go though, knowing that we do not want to take El Centro as a hardship has eliminated it as an option.  And, though we will continue to be flexible, we've decided that if none of the houses in Temecula pan out, we will stay in our apartment until fall 2010 at which time Murry will go to law school in Colorado.  So, it was a good weekend, fun adventure and decision making, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a good week, too.  Emron is taking more steps everyday and has learned to get from sitting position to standing on his own.  We have so much fun with our friends and at music class.  He and I are best buddies and I just adore him.  Which isn't to say we don't look forward to weekends with daddy, but we are a pretty good team, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Father's Day weekend.  On Saturday began our day with a treat from Cinnabon, then we went to Kit Carson Park in Escondido, only a few exits north from our apartment.  Our destination was the Queen Califia Mosaic Sculpture Garden, and without having to put the car into four wheel drive we made it!  The garden was beautiful.  Emron loved playing and crawling all around.  Murry and I had a good time looking at all the totem polls.  It was awesome to think about all the broken tiles that were put back together to make each sculpture.  I hope you enjoy the pictures below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-U6hG2AmI/AAAAAAAADHo/aaFhwsdC4uU/s320/me+and+dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158615379837538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walking to the Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-U65Hp_NI/AAAAAAAADHw/t95HLmz4RVM/s320/queen+califia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158621825694930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Center of the Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-U7mtG7wI/AAAAAAAADIA/kTD5Wqx9ZqU/s320/Emron+through+totem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158634062376706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron Being a Goof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-U7UGSUbI/AAAAAAAADH4/jehNBq2e9HQ/s320/so+cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158629067706802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look at ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-U77LCbjI/AAAAAAAADII/tT9ZfTWeTa4/s320/Emron+and+Mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158639556619826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool Totem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the park we came home and had lunch, then put Emron down for a nap.  I took a nap, too and Murry watched Spy Kids 3: Game Over.  We had a laid back rest of the afternoon and for the day before Father's Day dinner we had Chipotle.  It was delicious.  Emron enjoyed his dinner, too, see below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-VqJ9I4BI/AAAAAAAADJU/J9p8I52HLag/s320/eyelashes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159433798836242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yum.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you believe that child's eyelashes.  They are so long and have a perfect curl to them.  He's so cute!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday morning we gave Murry his gifts in bed, then after breakfast, went to church.  It was my turn to teach Sunday School and even though I prepared the lesson during the first hour of church, it turned out okay.  The kids were a little wired, perhaps from pancake and waffle breakfasts but on the whole it went well.  After church we had a nice lunch then came home and everyone took a nap.  We were kind of boring this past weekend.  Undoubtedly, we had a good time.  Dinner was pot roast, Emron had mac and cheese, we each got a good nights rest and are back at it today.  That's the run down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sj-VpsO4C_I/AAAAAAAADJM/vkgNAKPQk1o/s320/cool+dude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159425820167154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just Had to Post This One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hope you all had a great Father's Day weekend and hope you have a great week, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-6943887094786146732?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/6943887094786146732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-4960459802752985026</id><published>2009-06-12T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:18:01.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o, it strikes me as kind of funny that today is Friday and I am just sitting down to write an update from last weekend.  Has a week really gone by already?  I guess so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, last weekend was a little trying.  Murry injured his neck on Friday and wasn't feeling great on Saturday.  He has been working strange hours and neither of us had been getting as much sleep as we would like so we were a bit cranky.  This is on top of the fact that Murry is not the best patient, and that the weather had been gray for as long as I can remember.  Despite our moods, we were able to visit the Flying Leatherneck Museum, on Saturday, D-Day.  It was amazing to see old Marine uniforms and awards as well as get up close and personal to mostly Vietnam era planes and helicopters.  Emron has been fascinated with planes and helicopters since he was very small (when he would look up and track them flying over head, I knew he didn't have Murry's poor vision).  Now that he is a little older, Emron will point to the sky when he hears a plane or helicopter pass by.  He's adorable.  Needless to say, he enjoyed the museum.  His favorite attraction was the mini plane made for kids.  He would have stayed in the cockpit of that thing for as long as we would have let him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SjKKdOKWE0I/AAAAAAAADHI/WlT8FbisBtk/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487942264525634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me Next to the Clover Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SjKKdiH8iBI/AAAAAAAADHY/xLiUESshgc8/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487947623172114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Love it in Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SjKKdW52bvI/AAAAAAAADHQ/lw9BSzHsX6s/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487944611262194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emron Reporting for Duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SjKKd9HTZkI/AAAAAAAADHg/GpnW4yr-O9Y/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487954868233794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daddy, Emron and a Big Helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturday night we had dinner with friends.  It was the first time we were able to eat the meal uninterrupted.  Emron was super good.  He loved playing with Gene, who is three and has lots of cool dinosaurs and cars!  At one point Emron even crawled into the bin of cars to sit on top of them and perhaps, in his mind, claim every car for himself.  The food was good, Emron was excellent and it was nice to spend some time with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sunday we didn't do much.  Church was fine, my lesson went okay.  I was pretty frustrated with my Sunday School kids but I am hoping the next time I teach they'll be less distracted.  We didn't do a whole lot during the afternoon.  We relaxed and went to the park to play catch.  It was a nice day to wrap up the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week has been pretty busy.  I am still not sleeping as well as I would like for some reason, so I feel like I've been dragging all week.  Additionally, it's been very gray and cloudy here everyday which makes it hard for me to motivate.  Emron's big news of the week is that he is walking, kind of.  Emron has taken quite a few steps on his own this week but he has to be enticed with a toy or M&amp;amp;M and he walks toward his object of desire with such longing that he always collapses when he gets it.  It's progress.  I hope that he will be walking before his next doctor appointment on June 24!  Cross your fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SjKKc0CWruI/AAAAAAAADHA/aCHCEStQgKc/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346487935251689186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Cute In My Lobos Jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We don't have much planned this weekend.  We are going to help clean the church tomorrow morning for about an hour, then we may go to the Zoo or Wild Animal Park.  We may take a drive and look at some houses, but nothing is set in stone.  I hope you all have a nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-4960459802752985026?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/4960459802752985026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=4960459802752985026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4960459802752985026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4960459802752985026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SjKKdOKWE0I/AAAAAAAADHI/WlT8FbisBtk/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-10991774419288982</id><published>2009-06-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:48:38.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Class Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last night we had the opportunity to show off what we've learned at MusikGarten.  We sang songs, played instruments and participated in some of our favorite activities.  We invited our parents, grandparents and friends, including Murry.  He had a lot of fun and even participated in some of the songs!  There were several memorable moments of the evening including Emron crawling into the middle of the circle while we were singing, sitting there, and giving out lots of smiles all the while eating up the attention.  He also decided to grab the xylophone while one of the older girls played (where were his parents!), and wiggled like a worm during the worm song!  It was a great night with fun friends.  We enjoyed showing off!  I hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; enjoy the pictures below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoJmVe-OI/AAAAAAAADGo/XMxcno-lR1w/s320/smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861415807908066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoJSMM-CI/AAAAAAAADGg/WlQ1ofswaJw/s1600-h/worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoJSMM-CI/AAAAAAAADGg/WlQ1ofswaJw/s320/worm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861410400270370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bein' a Worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoJCPRgoI/AAAAAAAADGY/9749JGIZBXk/s1600-h/scarfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoJCPRgoI/AAAAAAAADGY/9749JGIZBXk/s320/scarfs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861406118183554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Scarf Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoItE9iKI/AAAAAAAADGQ/JbjrnHo6G_E/s1600-h/drumer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoItE9iKI/AAAAAAAADGQ/JbjrnHo6G_E/s320/drumer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861400437786786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I Can Play the Drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoIRgrLPI/AAAAAAAADGI/11dSmdMfgp0/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SiWoIRgrLPI/AAAAAAAADGI/11dSmdMfgp0/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861393037831410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Center of Attention, Just the Way I Like It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-10991774419288982?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/10991774419288982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=10991774419288982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/10991774419288982'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-4939142017829760865</id><published>2009-05-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:41:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most of you know that Emron and I have been attending MusikGarten music classes since Emron was only a few months old, but you may not know what we do in class.  We always sit in a circle, sing songs, learn rhythm and tonal patterns, pat the beat on our laps and dance with scarfs, among other things.  We've really enjoyed MusikGarten, especially as of late.  Emron has started to pat the beat on his lap as well as clap his little hands.  He loves "singing," too.  He's too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, on Tuesday I put Emron down for his morning nap.  He fussed at first, which isn't uncommon then I heard him "singing."  I peeked into his room and discovered he was conducting his own MusikGarten class.  He had arranged his animals into a half circle facing him and was patting the beat whiling singing a song.  When he was finished singing he started clapping only to start singing again.  It was absolutely adorable.  It's nice to see music class paying off!  Seeing him was a great Mommy Moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, my little goose decided he actually likes to wear his sunglasses!  He's been wearing baseball caps more frequently, too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sh8FmMDqzXI/AAAAAAAADDU/_lkxByIwy4U/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sh8FmMDqzXI/AAAAAAAADDU/_lkxByIwy4U/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340993836714478962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm SOOOO Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sh8FbwUXm5I/AAAAAAAADDM/1MWDV7F78Ps/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sh8FbwUXm5I/AAAAAAAADDM/1MWDV7F78Ps/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340993657469639570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look At Me, Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We can't believe it's already Thursday!  We've been having a great week and hope you have been, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/span&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/299976297517488165-4939142017829760865?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/4939142017829760865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=4939142017829760865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4939142017829760865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4939142017829760865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-man.html' title='Music Man'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sh8FmMDqzXI/AAAAAAAADDU/_lkxByIwy4U/s72-c/Image037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-5824572511614749662</id><published>2009-05-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:47:41.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've had a great Memorial Day Weekend.  On Saturday Murry, Emron and I went to Legoland.  We were able to check out their new aquarium as well as the rest of the park.  We started our trip at the aquarium.  Emron loved the brightly colored fish.  He couldn't get close enough and he would mash his face into the glass to get a better look.  It was a lot of fun watching him as Murry showed him different creatures in the aquatic version of a petting zoo.  After the aquarium we wondered around the rest of Legoland.  While Emron was too little ride most of the rides, he seemed to enjoy walking around looking at people and plants.  He wasn't very interested in the actual Legos but he found a fern that was so fascinating we had to stop for at least five minutes to study it.  We think Emron has the makings of a botanist.  He is quite adorable.  Murry and I really liked Miniland at Legoland.  Miniland was made of millions of legos in the shapes of various city skylines around the US.  We were able to see San Francisco, New Orleans and New York.  The day was quite enjoyable for all of us, even though we did get a little sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShtdrcF3LsI/AAAAAAAADCU/Yn-v-ozTc1M/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339964784034393794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeh! Fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Shtdrk9q5tI/AAAAAAAADCc/XFEm-R5eXvI/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339964786415953618" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Dad, Look at the Bright Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShtdsHNDSjI/AAAAAAAADCs/jCdsq5Zbpx4/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339964795607271986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's That!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Shtdr-xaMAI/AAAAAAAADCk/3t8v_wFlkMA/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339964793343848450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Family Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Saturday night Murry and I went to the...  drum-roll please...  MOVIES!  It was the first time I've been to the movies in 18 months and only the second movie Murry has seen since Emron was born.  For this monumental occasion we decided to see the new Star Trek movie.  It was a wonderful and well done show.  I couldn't, however, get over how loud it was!  Murr kept telling me that the movies are always loud but it seemed a lot louder than I remembered.  Anyway, we both enjoyed the show and the opportunity we had to spend some time together out of the house and without the baby.  Oh, and I especially enjoyed the Junior Mints!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday was filled with the usual; church and hanging out at home.  I taught Sunday School and assigned my class to draw a picture of how they would keep the commandments throughout the week.  One of my girls decided she didn't want to follow the assignment so she wrote on the top of her paper: "I don't want to draw that.  I will draw a cute kitty instead."  And that's just what she did.  Kids are so funny.  When I spend time with my class I start to get a little anxious about my little Emron growing up.  It's such a remarkable journey this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we made our way to the zoo.  We had one goal, and one goal only.  We wanted to check out the new elephant exhibit.  Well, apparently, so did everyone else.  We have never seen the zoo so busy.  Even before 11 it was almost impossible to find parking.  Anyway, we were able to see the elephants, but due to the mass amount of people that's all we really looked at.  Thank goodness for zoo passes!  After the zoo we went to In-n-Out for Memorial Day burgers.  It was a nice way to end our adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShtgA5zm4kI/AAAAAAAADC0/QqyHrcoxK00/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339967351811400258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-size:13px;"&gt;Giant Mammoth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShtgsWMqTGI/AAAAAAAADC8/Zpp_S7jK_Ck/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339968098167049314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Murry and Emron Taking in the View from the Gondola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent some time outside this afternoon.  Murry and I played catch while Emron ate dirt; they'd just aerated the grass so there were clods every where!  I had a conference call at 4:30 and the boys went to the school to play on the playground.  Murry told me that Emron met a girl.  I guess she was an older woman of two, but Emron had eyes for her and the sand box!  My boys are so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShthSEAR9RI/AAAAAAAADDE/s8dobU3hvVk/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShthSEAR9RI/AAAAAAAADDE/s8dobU3hvVk/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339968746118313234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-size:13px;"&gt;My Cute Guys Sharing a Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, about the conference call.  Your favorite stay at home mom landed a stay at home job this weekend.  The pay is modest and it's very part time.  The work is editing and posting blogs, ha!  I'm excited to do it though.  I've already posted four blogs and I think it will help break up my days a little.  Getting this job is just icing on the cake for our wonderful weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you had a great weekend and that you enjoy reading about and seeing photos of ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-5824572511614749662?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/5824572511614749662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=5824572511614749662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5824572511614749662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/5824572511614749662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/ShtdrcF3LsI/AAAAAAAADCU/Yn-v-ozTc1M/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-1869304997030356769</id><published>2009-05-12T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:18:42.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Daddy Moments</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I wrote a post titled "Mommy Moments."  Mommy Moments are times in which your child does something sweet or cute or just plain silly.  They are moments that might not get much attention in the scrapbook or as memorable firsts but they usually stick with you for some time because these moments make your child an individual.  Mommy Moments are never ending and always enduring.  Today I wanted to write about a couple of these moments that Murry has been able to witness, they are Mommy and Daddy Moments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First, Emron the bike repair man:&lt;/span&gt;  I was in the kitchen, aware of but not really watching Emron as he played on the balcony.  He was quiet and seemed to be content as he played so I continued making dinner at my leisure.  We were both continuing with our tasks, dinner and playing, when Murry came home.  I asked him to check on Emron since I hadn't peeked in in awhile.  What Murry found was surprising, cute and kind of funny.  Emron had wedged himself between the balcony wall and one of the bikes.  I assume he took this position so he could "work" on the front and rear derailleurs which were on the wall side.  He moved the pedals systematically before and after touching the chain or the derailleur.  It was adorable, but perhaps the cutest aspect of this story is that while Emron "worked" he sat with his favorite blanket and stuffed giraffe both which he hauled out to the balcony by himself.  Quite the cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second, Emron the goose:  &lt;/span&gt;Recently Emron found our neoprene laptop case.  We never use it though it sits near the computer at the ready for any planned or unplanned travel.  If you have a one year old you know that, first, travel is never unplanned, and second,  you will not need your computer for entertainment nor will you be able to use it for more productive matters since your hands will be full taking care of your child.  So basically the case sits and gathers dust, that is, until Emron found it.  The first time he laid his hands on it he didn't quite know what to do so I put it on his head and a long round of peek-a-boo ensued.  The next few times he found the case we did the same.  Then one day while Murry and I were eating dinner Emron grabbed the case and crawled into a spot in between us.  He lifted the case onto his head, spun half a circle on his bum, lifted the case off, smiled, then started from the beginning.  Murry and I both laughed egging Emron on.  He "danced" for us for some time before we all were laughing together.  My little Emron it seems is quite the ham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Daddy Moments are fun and as I said before always enduring.  I hope you've enjoyed reading about our Mommy and Daddy Moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-1869304997030356769?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/1869304997030356769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=1869304997030356769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1869304997030356769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1869304997030356769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-and-daddy-moments.html' title='Mommy and Daddy Moments'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-8146270407728783898</id><published>2009-05-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:26:52.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Friday.  I am ready for the weekend but feeling a little sluggish today.  I have been unable to motivate and probably too wrapped up in the search for our perfect home.  We've put in five offers this week.  Five.  We probably won't hear anything for a month or more as all the homes we are looking at are short sales.  The beauty of a short sale is that nine times out of ten you get a really good deal, the downside is that you end up waiting for long periods of time to hear from the bank.  So we're waiting.  In the meantime I continue my search.  Sometimes I feel a little bit torn up about buying a house.  For one, we are buying in California and I am not sure our family is ready to settle here.  The prices are still high (even when you get a good deal) and we don't have seasons.  In order to get into a house we are looking in an area that will add 40 minutes onto Murry's commute.  Somedays none of these things seem like issues but other days they do.  Both Murry and I fip-flop a lot about this decision.  Also, I don't like the feeling that we are capitalizing on another's misfortune.  Homes are selling for cheap because the seller or bank wants to get out of them.  I don't know, perhaps there are a myriad of reasons we can get a deal and feel good about stimulating the economy but at times I feel sad for those who have lost their homes, jobs, livelihood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, I am so grateful for Murry's ability to get out of bed every morning and go to work.  He gets up at 5 so he can make it to the gym then work and not have exercise time take away from our time together.  He rarely complains.  He is even willing to sacrifice more of his time so that we can have our own place, which is really important to me.  I am still in love with him after three years of marriage.  (We celebrated our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; anniversary on Tuesday.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SfsqoADu3FI/AAAAAAAADB0/oHCFu78WruE/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330901450621901906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Look at us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, I am grateful for the consistent and steady nature of Murry's job.  Though his hours may vary and increase at times we are lucky to know that it is more likely for Murry to leave his job than for his job to leave us.  We have a lot more than a lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sfsqo1VMnTI/AAAAAAAADCM/POtMUkm0buc/s320/emron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330901464922234162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So Adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the mood of this post is sort of somber but, if I start writing about Emron it's sure to change.  So.  My little boy is so dang cute.  He makes me laugh everyday.  This week I was stretching with my head to my knee and Emron crawls over and messes up my hair then starts laughing.  He took the dental floss out onto the balcony.  He piles blocks on his Leap Frog table the pushes them off with reckless abandon.  He tries to make me laugh and hams it up during feedings.  Oh, he is so sweet and of course, another thing I am so grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SfsqolsvkPI/AAAAAAAADCE/HSVCoo85p2k/s320/family+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330901460726026482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My Little Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good.  I have two amazing guys in my life.  Good friends, supportive family.  Adventures ahead.  Nothing to complain about.  And when I start to complain I think of those who have it much worse than I.  We are lucky, even with our obstacles, we are lucky.  These are my thoughts for the week.  I hope everyone is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-8146270407728783898?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/8146270407728783898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=8146270407728783898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8146270407728783898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8146270407728783898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SfsqoADu3FI/AAAAAAAADB0/oHCFu78WruE/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-1741235409997859715</id><published>2009-04-21T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:27:08.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot!</title><content type='html'>It has been hot!  Yesterday they recorded the highest temperature &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; at the San Diego Airport.  I'm not talking about the highest temperature this month or even this year, I'm talking about the highest temperature ever recorded since the beginning of recording temperatures.  It was 98 degrees!  That's so dang hot.  The average temperature for this time of year is about 71, so most people agree, it's too hot.  We've been doing all we can to stay cool.  I haven't been opening the blinds, and have been running the a/c.  For the most part we've been staying inside, the heat makes us tired!  But, we ventured out to the pool yesterday afternoon.  Emron loved it!  He was able to blow bubbles and wasn't afraid to get his tummy wet.  Last year the water was too cold and kind of freaked him out, but not anymore, especially in the midst of a heat-wave.  While swimming a duck joined us.  Now some people might think it's gross to swim in the same water as a duck, but we liked it.  The duck was a tame little guy and Emron liked watching him paddle and then stand by the side of the pool to dry off.  It was a great little adventure!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's supposed to be hot again today but they expect a cool off tomorrow and the high is only 75.  I can hardly wait, but we'll miss the pool until the next heat-wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-1741235409997859715?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/1741235409997859715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=1741235409997859715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1741235409997859715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1741235409997859715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot.html' title='Hot!'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-3475049983110624510</id><published>2009-04-13T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:10:35.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy run for the Streetman clan.  Between travel and house hunting, holidays and birthdays, play dates and the daily grind, I haven't had much time to update our blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first.  Emron and I traveled to Delta and Gunnison about a month ago.  We had a wonderful time visiting family and relaxing.  My mom threw Emron a birthday party, too.  We were able to include family from all over the west.  Murry's folks were able to attend as was the Rynearson crew, all five of them.  My step-sister and her husband and dogs drove over from Albuquerque, and my dad came up from Gunnison, too.  Emron loved the attention but I think his favorite part of the day was when he was unleashed on a piece of chocolate cake!  He loved the cake so much that he would not sacrifice the smallest crumb and ended up eating (or at least trying to eat) the plate!  It was a lot of fun.  I still have a hard time believing a year has gone by since Emron entered into our lives (see previous post)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SeNotAN6f1I/AAAAAAAAC_k/aH2QhVjDcIc/s320/it+starts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324214306843819858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SeNotdcXekI/AAAAAAAAC_s/_COeRyMeWtc/s320/and+continues.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324214314689067586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SeNotrFx22I/AAAAAAAAC_0/Al4H_MBJtwE/s320/might+as+well+eat+the+plate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324214318352423778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Might as well eat the plate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upon our arrival home Murry and I decided to seriously consider purchasing a home in Temecula.  The past two weekends we've spent all day Saturday looking at homes and going on model tours.  I think we are narrowing down our options but we haven't made any decisions as of yet.  We plan on taking this weekend off but will be back at it after that.  We certainly enjoy spending the time together and we are excited about the prospect of owning our own home, but house hunting is very time consuming and tiring.  But, I need to add Emron does so well with all the in and out of the car and the drive.  He is so cute sitting in his car seat reading books and singing songs.  I wanted to brag a little about my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Tuesday we celebrated Murry's 32nd birthday.  Murry was able to get off work a little early and came home to balloons, streamers, gifts and a homemade carrot cake.  I had a great time preparing for the party.  We went out for dinner and ate mexican.  Emron ordered a cheese quesadilla, I ordered a combo with a tamale and enchilada and Murry ate a spicy, kind of creamy enchilada plate.  The food was pretty dang good.  When we came home Emron headed up to bed and Murry opened his presents.  He got a new iPod, iPod sports band, holster thing and a polo shirt.  Emron picked out the shirt!  We then had cake!  We weren't nearly as messy as Emron was at his party but it tasted just as good, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was Easter.  We went to a nice church service, though Murr and I were walking the halls for the majority of the time so I can't write much about the talks.  It was also my first Sunday back in Primary.  I am teaching the 7 to 8 year olds with another gal.  The class was alright but amazingly I ended spending most of the time in the hall again.  One of my kids hurt his ankle and decided to tough it out and not get his mom but he needed his rest so we sat in the hallway and talked.  He told me about his siblings after I explained that siblings are brothers and sisters.  He has a brother and two sisters though he forgot their names.  By the end of the hour he remembered most of their names but called one sister Mary then Maria.  He was adorable.  I think I will enjoy teaching the class but I need to get over the fact that I am missing two hours with my family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After church we headed home and starting rolling out Murry's Mom's rolls (I had prepared the dough on Friday).  Murry helped me roll the rolls into crescent shapes and we let them rise for two hours.  While they were rising I remembered I needed to make stuffing!  I got to work on that and everything came together in time for us to head over to a friends house for a nice Easter dinner.  We had turkey, cranberries, stuffing, carrots, potatoes, rolls and homemade gravy.  For dessert we had a bunny shaped carrot cake.  It was a great meal with fun friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is Monday and I have chores to do.  I hope everyone is well and that you each had a wonderful Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-3475049983110624510?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/3475049983110624510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=3475049983110624510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3475049983110624510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3475049983110624510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SeNotAN6f1I/AAAAAAAAC_k/aH2QhVjDcIc/s72-c/it+starts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2933270761176926147</id><published>2009-04-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:05:51.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Difference a Year Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SdOHoM5gKkI/AAAAAAAAC_c/PI_UlvFHB6s/s1600-h/New.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SdOHoM5gKkI/AAAAAAAAC_c/PI_UlvFHB6s/s320/New.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319744709581613634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emron: 5 days old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SdOHn0WU7YI/AAAAAAAAC_U/NPJ754AsuYw/s1600-h/One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SdOHn0WU7YI/AAAAAAAAC_U/NPJ754AsuYw/s320/One.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319744702991625602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emron: 1 year 2 weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently we celebrated Emron's first birthday, photos of the party are forthcoming, and in the weeks following Emron's party I've looked back on the last year; Emron first year of life, my first year as a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember the red and purple little guy who came out crying and how his tears elicited tears of my own, tears of joy filled with nerves as the knowledge set in that his well being was my responsibility.  We were so happy to bring Emron home and so ready to be out of the hospital, but when we arrived home we were uncertain what to do with ourselves or the baby.  Our first night home Emron slept in our bed in between Murry and me on his curved changing table pad.  We were so worried about rolling over and squishing our barely six pound, 18 inch long, little guy that he had over half the bed while we barely managed to stay on our respective sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember Murry's first Father's Day.  We went to the East Lake Mall.  I remember using the family restroom to nurse Emron while Murry guarded the doors, and pushing the stroller, taking in the sights and enjoying the attention our handsome little one attracted.  That afternoon when we were home Emron laughed for the first time.  Tears streamed down my face as I laughed and cried at the same time.  Emron's laughter was the most beautiful music I had ever heard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took several trips to Colorado during Emron's first year.  Emron loved playing with Grandma's dog and looking at the flowers in her garden.  We loved taking him to Denver to meet his great grandfather and all of his other family members.  I remember my little buddy with his american flag doo-rag as he and Murry walked in the neighborhood 4th of July parade.  They were so dang cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of my memories of the past  year revolve around events or memorable firsts, but one day in December sticks out, too.  I decided I was going to clean out the refrigerator while Emron napped.  I had scrubbed and Windexed and I was almost finished, but when I took out the  last shelf and, it broke...  Into a million tiny pieces.  Oh, what if my baby had ben playing on the floor when this happened, oh what a mess!  I was in tears (lots of tears for me).  I cleaned up the mess and reassembled the fridge the best I could though it lacked a shelf.  I researched the price of a new shelf: $120!!!  More tears came.  Then I heard Emron crying, he was up from his nap.  I got him out of his crib and I cried some more.  My sweet Emron rested his little head on my shoulder and stared patting my back.  So amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've had quite a journey this year.  Murry, Emron and I.  We're a great little team.  We definitely had rough patches but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  We have so much love in our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-2933270761176926147?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2933270761176926147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2933270761176926147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2933270761176926147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2933270761176926147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a Difference a Year Makes'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SdOHoM5gKkI/AAAAAAAAC_c/PI_UlvFHB6s/s72-c/New.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-734716950948035846</id><published>2009-03-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:44:23.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Courtyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.getdowntoearthlandscapes.com/img/Multi-level-courtyard_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little letter to the courtyard at my parents house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Courtyard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the bane of my existence. Do you try to hide leaves in your many corners and crevices? When you were a courtyard of pink rock you always had a single solitary bare spot despite my best efforts at raking, trying to make you look beautiful. Now that you have been grassed over you still have spots where the grass just doesn't grow. I guess you are saving space for your leaves. You never seem to lack leaves to rake. After hours of raking I can still find them. Why do you pain me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have forgotten to water your hanging plants and thus killed them, but this is just one small mistake. You've dished out worse. Like the time my high school boyfriend took out your yucca and you left him cursing, cut up and sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we call a truce of some sorts? Dearest Courtyard, I promise to rake your leaves every time I visit if you promise to stop hiding leaves. Will you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for your response,&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-734716950948035846?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/734716950948035846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=734716950948035846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/734716950948035846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/734716950948035846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-courtyard.html' title='Ode to the Courtyard'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-8440035223166392120</id><published>2009-02-25T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:31:40.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Another night and Murry isn't home.  It's only the second night in a row, but it's still lonely.  However, I'd like to focus on the positive side of nights by myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girly Movies:&lt;/span&gt;  Last night I watched the movie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cinderella Story &lt;/span&gt;with Hillary Duff.  I'm such a nerd.  It was a cute movie and one I wouldn't watch if Murry were home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleaning:&lt;/span&gt;  I was able to clean both of the bathrooms and do the laundry in the past two nights.  (I still need to do the ironing, but didn't feel like it today.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog Time:&lt;/span&gt;  I have time to blog and do internet shopping research.  It's been my goal to write in the blog once a week and without Murry here I have time to do so.  Also, we are looking for a forward facing car seat and a new apartment so I have been able to look for those things, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of anything else...  I miss my Murr.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-8440035223166392120?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/8440035223166392120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=8440035223166392120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8440035223166392120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8440035223166392120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/02/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-3628951395388715815</id><published>2009-02-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:30:05.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Moments</title><content type='html'>Today Emron crawled into the bathroom, not an unusual experience, but the silence that followed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; quite odd.  I sat on the couch for a moment listening, but still couldn't figure out why Emron was so quiet.  So I peeked in and there he was elbow deep in the toilet.  When he saw me he started splashing to show me the water he had found.  What a nutty guy.  I pulled him away after a little supervised toilet time, then put the lid down and explained that we can't splash without mom in the bathroom.  He crawled away and played some more.  Then this afternoon we were playing on the balcony.  I had put out a blanket and we were pretending to have a picnic (at least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was pretending to have a picnic).  Anyway, Emron proceeded to find the only water in sight; it was pooled on the running stroller.  He splashed until there was nothing left to splash.  He's such a doll, and loves the water.  I am looking forward to taking him to the beach and the pool once it gets a little warmer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZ9mwEadCAI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/sLCNaSO6sGA/s320/101_0764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305071862070183938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look Mom, I'm splashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZ9mwV9x4iI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/9ep6k8MpLPI/s320/101_0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305071866781753890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So proud.  So strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZ9mwYt3onI/AAAAAAAAC8g/prKcq1MGglY/s320/101_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305071867520328306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All done.  I'm gonna get you Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZ9mws6PRbI/AAAAAAAAC8o/Co2edfQ_eQo/s320/101_0771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305071872940918194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're looking forward to a great weekend.  We're going up to Temecula to look at houses on Saturday and to meet up with friends.  It will be a nice trip, and man would it be nice to have our own home!  I'm excited for the trip.  Sunday we'll be up to the usual, church, relax, Sunday dinner.  Hope you have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aspen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-3628951395388715815?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/3628951395388715815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=3628951395388715815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3628951395388715815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3628951395388715815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/02/mommy-moments.html' title='Mommy Moments'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZ9mwEadCAI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/sLCNaSO6sGA/s72-c/101_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-1623949058584977722</id><published>2009-02-17T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:58:16.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with the Twilight series.  I'm not the type of reader that usually likes, or even tolerates, fantasy type books, but I've found myself, well...  obsessed.  I use most of my free time to read, if I don't have the ability to read (i.e the baby is awake and wants mommy to put the book down) I am thinking about the story.  I even have asked Murry several "What if vampires existed?" questions.  It's silly, I know but fun, too.  I just started the second book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; and I am loving it.  Just my thoughts for the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also pondering whether or not to take a trip to Delta in March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-1623949058584977722?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/1623949058584977722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=1623949058584977722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1623949058584977722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/1623949058584977722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2009/02/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2196907502062224374</id><published>2009-02-09T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:49:49.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Three Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been three months since my last post.  I consider this slacking.  Okay, I said it, I am a blog slacker.  But, we've been a very busy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZCjhmAEySI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/r72_iZAtsLg/s1600-h/101_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZCjhmAEySI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/r72_iZAtsLg/s400/101_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300916558946945314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emron's First Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  had wonderful holidays.  Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years were filled with good food, good friends and indescribable joy.  Since Emron was born we've (Murry and I) felt our family has become more complete, the holidays highlighted this fact.  We enjoyed each other and the festivities of each holiday, but I don't want to write too much about the holidays as they happened awhile ago.  Suffice to say, we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I ran my first half marathon.  I was supposed to run my first one in August 2006, but about a week before the race I found out I was pregnant and I didn't want to risk anything with a little, tiny baby in my tummy.  Anyway after Emron was born I started working out again, slowly but steadily and finally decided in October that I was ready to run a race.  I chose to run in the Surf City USA Half Marathon.  The race was February 1st, in Huntington Beach, CA.  My time was very close to my goal of 1:45.  I ran 1:46.44 or about 8:08 minute miles.  Not too bad for a newbie.  I placed 53 in my division out of about 1200 runners.  It was a tough but rewarding event.  As I ran the final four miles basking (probably not the correct adjective) in the sun with the ocean waves to my right I wanted to quit, but I had trained for this event and my family had made sacrifices for me to be running so I just kept going as I sang "Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel" in my head.  As I crossed the finish line the announcer said my name and I looked over to see Murry and Emron and I couldn't help but cry!  It was a definitely a mommy moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZCqGsoki6I/AAAAAAAAC6w/pUwbo0ZXCuo/s400/Onesie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923793452338082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onesie I made for Karlie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I threw a baby shower for my dear friend Karlie.  The shower went well and she seemed to like her gifts.  We had a good time, but I have to brag now about my husband.  As if wrangling the baby the previous weekend while I ran wasn't enough, Murry took on a lot of responsibility with the shower.  He helped me make food, watched the baby, ran errands, bought balloons, and knowing that I was stressed brought home flowers to make me smile.  He is such a great partner.  The past few weekends have really illustrated how well we work together and how much we love each other.  I am so grateful for him and for all that he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm going to try to get a few things done while Mr. E is napping.  Oh, and it looks like he is cutting at least two, maybe four teeth.  Poor guy!  Last night he was running a temperature of 101.7!  I love my boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SZCqHnTMxFI/AAAAAAAAC64/tuMMRpvNS_I/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923809200391250" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic; font-size:small;"&gt;My boys at the oldest operating McDonalds in Downey, CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aspen&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/299976297517488165-2196907502062224374?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2196907502062224374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2196907502062224374' title='4 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2696148602422436809</id><published>2008-11-09T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:23:26.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>We've had a great weekend.  On Friday night we had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, Chili's with some of my favorite people, Karlie and Brett.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emron&lt;/span&gt; did well, he went to town on the napkins and paper coasters.  Maybe the kid needs more fiber in his diet because he sure seems to love eating paper goods.  I don't know.  Anyway.  Murry and I got ice cream for dessert; Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey for me, One Brownie Cheesecake for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Murr&lt;/span&gt;.  Chunky Monkey is one of my favorite ice creams, my mom turned me onto it in high school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran 5 miles as a family Saturday morning.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emron&lt;/span&gt; really enjoys the running stroller, he is so curious and loves to take in all the sights.  He's such a good baby.  The route was hilly but I felt really good even pushing the stroller most of the way.  We went to Road Runner's Sports to look for some new shoes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Murr&lt;/span&gt;.  We didn't find anything but had fun looking around.  We spent some time at home afterwards while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Emron&lt;/span&gt; napped, then made a quick trip to the mall.  I found some great bras, which was exciting for me (I hate shopping for bras!).  We had a wonderful steak dinner that night.  Murry cooked the steak perfectly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, today, has been really relaxed.  It's been cold and rainy which is a nice change.  Murry had to work this afternoon, but really, it didn't matter since we had such a nice time earlier in the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this post doesn't have a lot of substance, but I sure am grateful for my family and for the time we have together.  Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-2696148602422436809?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2696148602422436809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2696148602422436809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2696148602422436809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2696148602422436809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-weekend.html' title='A Great Weekend'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-773375387946028681</id><published>2008-10-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:30:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SQt3lCbivuI/AAAAAAAACp0/gC8RJZq955w/s1600-h/101_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/SQt3lCbivuI/AAAAAAAACp0/gC8RJZq955w/s400/101_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263432067703815906" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;   I have never had so much fun preparing for and celebrating Halloween as I have this year.  Our house is decorated a little, Murry and I frosted lots of Halloween sugar cookies, and I sewed Emron's costume.  So much fun.  I hope every one has a fun and safe time tonight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-773375387946028681?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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little complaints, we are doing well.  Tonight Murry and I are going to carve our pumpkin.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emron's&lt;/span&gt; Halloween costume is sewn and ready for Friday.  We have a busy weekend ahead but we are excited to see friends for the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words aren't really coming to me today and since I am done with my tea I think I will get ready.  We have music class today.  Hope all is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-3662591106980386890?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/3662591106980386890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=3662591106980386890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3662591106980386890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/3662591106980386890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-7093952437323747953</id><published>2008-10-15T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:13:06.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.moblyng.com/v/8eWXBTsum8" width="402" height="303" allowScriptAccess="never" quality="high" scale="noScale" wmode="window" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px;text-align:left; color:#ffffff; background-color: #000000; font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial; padding: 4px;"&gt;Visit www.moblyng.com to make your own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7093952437323747953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2008/10/colorado-in-fall.html' title='Colorado in the Fall'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-618323342081158358</id><published>2008-10-15T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:02:35.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>We're back in San Diego.  Emron and I returned home after a two and a half week trip to Colorado.  We visited my parents while Murry studied for and took the LSAT.  The baby and I spent most of our time in Delta with my mom and step-dad, Alan.  While we didn't do anything out of the ordinary, we were able to enjoy crisp fall weather, leaves changing colors, wonderful family time and the world famous Cedaredge Applefest!  Okay, so the Applefest really wasn't super special, but it was a fun small town festival with some pretty good food!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really neat to see my parents interacting with Emron.  Watching my mom and dad with the baby was like looking into the past and seeing how they were with me when I was an infant, though my mom assures me she is "way more patient" now than she was then.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a whole lot has changed in Delta, though there is a quite a bit of new construction throughout the city limits.  My mom's home is just as welcoming and as beautiful as ever.  Aside from the excitement of Applefest, mom and Alan both plug away at home and Derma Skin care and the Post Office, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad continues to get along in Gunnison.  He took Emron to the Gunnison River for his first river experience.  They both enjoyed starring into the dark blue water and listening to the sounds only a river can make.  Emron "introduced" himself to the river through a series of shouts translated, "Hello, I'm here and my name is Emron!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a good time in Colorado but it is good to be back!  Murry, Emron and I spent a wonderful four day weekend together relaxing as a family.  We didn't get out a lot but we spent every minute enjoying each other and our many blessings.  It's back to the old grind today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some trip photos.  Hope you enjoy!!!&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/299976297517488165-618323342081158358?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/618323342081158358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=618323342081158358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/618323342081158358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/618323342081158358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-717455329733356473</id><published>2008-09-26T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:15:52.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, the year in review photo slide show is going to take more time than I anticipated, so suffice it to say: we went to Big Bear, we had a baby, travled to New Zealand for two weeks, spent our first Christmas together, did a Barn Dance, had family visit us and Emron, our baby, went to Colorado for a summer vactions, Emron and Murry were in a 4th of July Parade, Murry worked and is still working hard, I quit my job to be a stay at home mom, ect.  If you have questions ask!  Here's to  new start blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-717455329733356473?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/717455329733356473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=717455329733356473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/717455329733356473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/717455329733356473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2008/09/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-9082387670285169473</id><published>2008-09-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:59:03.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Four Months and Ten Days</title><content type='html'>We Live...  Today is the first day of our new Blog since the birth of our son, Emron.  Shortly after my last post we I got pregnant - the rest is history!  Here are some pictures, the last year, four months and ten days in review.  We hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-9082387670285169473?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/9082387670285169473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=9082387670285169473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/9082387670285169473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/9082387670285169473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-year-four-months-and-ten-days.html' title='One Year Four Months and Ten Days'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-7006702360329007806</id><published>2007-05-01T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:59:20.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slackers!</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been major slackers lately, sorry for not keeping you updated! San Diego is cloudy today, but it's likely the clouds will burn off, that's how it has been for the past few days. It is my last day of freedom before I start my new job! Yes, I finally landed a job! I will be working as a marketing consultant for a publications company down the street from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;. I am excited! Since the job is at one of the companies at which I had a temporary assignment I am not super nervous to start. I will let you all know how the first week goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we celebrated our first anniversary. Murry was able to start the weekend a little early and only worked a half day on Friday. We filled the afternoon with time at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt;; what a pain! We still don't have a license for the Santa Fe or a driver license for me. We'll get it all worked out soon though, just have to wait for some paperwork to come through. We had a nice relaxing day on Saturday starting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brunch&lt;/span&gt; at the Original Pancake House (way better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt;), followed by a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;REI&lt;/span&gt; and Fashion Valley mall. When we came home I took a little nap before getting ready and heading to dinner on the harbor. We went to a restaurant called Top of the Market where we were able to see the harbor from our table and naturally we had some good seafood for dinner. We decided on milkshakes from Carl's Jr. for dessert! It was a good day, but it is still hard to believe that we've been married for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel visited recently, too. We had a great time together; the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hurrah&lt;/span&gt; before she left for NZ. We were able to spend time at the beach, driving along the coast, and we went to a few malls. We also painted one of the walls of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;, it's an accent wall. The color we chose is called November &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Skyes&lt;/span&gt;, it's a pretty blue-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; color. We had fun painting and I still find blue paint in my finger nails every once in awhile, oh well. I took Laurel to the airport last Wednesday. Her flight was out of LAX and we kind of got lost on the way to the airport, I think we may have been in Compton at one point, but she was able to check into her flight on time and we even had dinner together. It would have been a tearful goodbye, but we decided to walk away before we both lost it. I think she likes NZ so far, but the baby hasn't arrived yet, so the real job hasn't begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murry and I are trying to get motivated to workout regularly again. If you have any tips, let us know. Yesterday day I did a 5.5 mile run, the first run I have done in over a month, it felt pretty good but I am sore today! Not sure yet what I will do today as far as a workout goes, but if the weather gets nice I am heading to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think that's about it for me, hope everyone is doing well. We sure do miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-7006702360329007806?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/7006702360329007806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=7006702360329007806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7006702360329007806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7006702360329007806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/05/slackers.html' title='Slackers!'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-7232905140949136203</id><published>2007-04-08T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:55:58.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a great Easter weekend! Ours has been great. Yesterday was my birthday! Woohoooooo! The big 3 - 0! It doesn't really feel any different than the big 2 - 9, but whatever. It is weird thinking I'm in my 30s now. I remember when some of y'all hit 30. I thought you were so old. It doesn't seem so old anymore. Of course, maybe it's because YOU are SOOOOO much older than that! Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was great. Aspen and I went for a hike in the morning in this area called Cuyamaca where we sought out the Stonewall Gold Mine. The area has some incredible views despite the obvious devastation of a 2003 wildfire. While it was fun getting out into the wilderness and hearing Aspen talk to wild animals (Did any of you know she is fluent in squirrel? Such an amazing girl!), it was a little disappointing that we weren't able to climb around a spooky gold mine. I guess I knew that that wasn't very likely anyway, but there's always a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we went to the historic town of Julian. Julian boomed in the late 1800's as a result of the gold rush, but is best known today for it apple orchards. Numerous signs in town offer Julian's "famous apple pie and cider" to tourists. And by tourists, I mean bikers. I think there were probably three motorcycles for every car parked along the town's few streets. We enjoyed perusing the town's eclectic shops like Pistols and Petticoats and The Candy Basket. The Candy Basket sucked me right back into my childhood with 18 inch tall pixie sticks, fun dip, and gummy everything. I wanted to get an exotic candy from the orient (Virginia, I think) called M &amp; Ms, but Aspen told me that I couldn't go to a real candy store and leave with M &amp;amp; Ms. So instead, in the true spirit of Easter, we bought homemade fudge, haystacks, chocolate-dipped pretzels and salt water taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had "tea" at this little place called Julien Tea and Cottage Arts. It was this little house full of tea and tea-related accessories. I felt like if I turned around too quickly I would break countless little cups and saucers. We had a delicious lunch of finger sandwinches, fruit, cheese, scones and homemade bread pudding. And, very much to my surprise, the staff came out at one point with a little cake singing happy birthday! At first I started looking around to see who's birthday it was, until I saw them headed straight for me and realized, "Oh, it's my birthday!" It was a nice surprise and a fun experience. Though, I'll say this about having tea, I don't think we could have dirtied more dishes if we had had a 5 course meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the day with another treat from my childhood - Taco Bell! It was, after all, MY birthday. Anyway, happy Easter and I hope everyone is doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-7232905140949136203?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/7232905140949136203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=7232905140949136203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7232905140949136203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/7232905140949136203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-all-i-hope-everyone-is-having-great.html' title='Hoppy Easter!'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2007401411543029779</id><published>2007-03-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:01:09.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' Girl</title><content type='html'>Hey All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how long it has been since we gave you a new post to eat up! So sorry! Honestly though, I blame Murry. It is his turn to write…Anyway, since he hasn’t had the time, I will go ahead and fill everyone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still doing really well; in fact I am a lot better than last time I wrote! I haven’t gotten the car towed and I started a three week long temporary work assignment with a company just a few minutes away from the apartment. The people are friendly and the environment is good; there might even be potential for permanent employment. It has been quite exhausting however, getting re-adjusted to working full time. I don’t know the last time I’ve slept better! Every time my head hits the pillow I fall right asleep! But being out and around people has made me a lot happier. I’m a people person and crave social interaction. And the timing of the assignment coincides with Laurel’s visit, I will be done working, then she will be here for a week, and then I get to continue the job search! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven’t figured out what I want to do with my life, does anyone ever really figure that out? But Murr has been so great and supportive; he’s said to go for whatever I would want to do in a perfect world, no worries, just do it. So I’m still trying to visualize this world and how I fit into it, I’ll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a gym membership and have been on a bit of a health kick lately. We drag ourselves out of bed at 5:15, get a work out in, and we are trying to only have dessert every other day, instead of every day…It’s going okay, and since we are paying for the gym we feel more obligated to go. The gym is called Frogs Fitness, weird I know. Only in California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s about it for now, I will have Murry write soon! We love you all bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-2007401411543029779?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2007401411543029779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2007401411543029779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2007401411543029779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2007401411543029779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-all-i-just-realized-how-long-it-has.html' title='Workin&apos; Girl'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2697467894889948824</id><published>2007-03-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:25:29.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown</title><content type='html'>Hello All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry we haven't posted in over a week, but I am still recovering from the peril that took place last Tuesday, don't worry, I'll tell you all about it.  Anyhow, until I get to the story let me just say that we are doing well.  Murry and I had a really nice weekend together.  We had friends over for dinner on Saturday and had a laid back Sunday.  I am still looking for work, but found a temporary assignment that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coinsides&lt;/span&gt; perfectly with Laurel's visit.  I will work for three weeks, she will be here for a week, then I can re-focus on the search.  I think it's a better option than finding something now and then trying to get time off while my sis is here...Murry is still enjoying work though this past week his schedule was less than ordinary with one day beginning at 3am and another beginning at 12noon and ending at 10pm.  We are getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the story...Last Tuesday I had an interview downtown.  The interview itself went really well, nice people, good prospects, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.  But when I finished the interview and headed to my car it wasn't there!  I wasn't sure what was going on, I had paid the meter, in fact it still had time on it, but the Corolla was no where to be found.  I looked around, got my barrings and reached for my phone to call Murry.  The phone was in the car.  Crap!  Oh, what is this...a small (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minuscule&lt;/span&gt;, actually) sign reading that parking is not allowed on the street between the hours of 4 and 6pm.  Well it was 4:45.  I start to cry, just a little, then I see the parking cop across the street.  I tell him that I think my car was towed, I am new to the area, and ask what to do.  Then I tell him I don't have a phone or anything, and get really teary eyed.  He is super nice, lets me use his phone, (I tried to call Murry but he didn't hear the phone ring), finds out exactly where they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; my car, and suggests I get a cab to the impound address which he has provided.  I don't know any phone numbers for cab companies in San Diego, besides I don't have a phone to call them, and I have no cash on me...I am not sure what to do.  So I go up to the office where I had the interview and that's when I loose it and just start crying.  The receptionist prints out directions to the impound lot (I have every intention of walking there) and then she tells me that she gets off soon and will take me there herself.  It was one of the nicest things a stranger has ever done for me.  Anyhow, when we get to the impound lot, which is in one of the worst parts of town we have to wait half an hour before anyone will help us.  The receptionist stayed with me the whole time.  Finally I get to go in.  They ask for my registration and license.  We hit another snag.  My car loan is for Aspen Foreman, this is something that cannot be changed easily since the title is held by the financial company, and therefore the car is registered to Aspen Foreman as well.  They workers are telling me that I can't get the car, the documents don't match, my savior receptionist has headed home, and I start to get really worried.  Then it hits me, my old license and social security card are in the car.  Having them there was a life saver and $268 later I got the car back and drove home.  It was by far the most traumatic event I've experienced in San Diego, but on the bright side, I was able to witness the kindness of two perfect strangers, the cop and the receptionist, which left me feeling hopeful.  And I learned a lesson about parking downtown...if the spot seems too good to be true then it probably is, check the signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murry is on his way home and I am going to close for now.  I miss everyone terribly.  Little Monique, you are coming to visit?  When?  And are you going to bring your parents?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mishon&lt;/span&gt;, we are so happy to hear about your fertilization &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;!  Mom, the puffed pancake puffed higher than I have ever seen before!  Thanks for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;.  Dad, thanks for writing to us and for everyone on your blog.  Monique, give the boys a hug from me.  And Jen, the author that wrote the Dirty Girls Social Club had a new book out in paperback, I just got it but will pass it along when I am finished reading!  Everyone else, and those mentioned, we love you and hope you are well always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-2697467894889948824?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2697467894889948824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2697467894889948824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2697467894889948824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2697467894889948824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/03/downtown.html' title='Downtown'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-2880333238182193034</id><published>2007-03-04T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:15:08.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Town</title><content type='html'>Good morning everybody!  I'm sure y'all are checking our blog as soon as you get up in the morning, so I felt that was appropriate introduction.  Anyway, things are going well here in San Diego.  Work is great and weekends are better.  We're enjoying exploring the area.  We always set out with some goal, and often don't make it because we run into other things on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weekends we have set out to see Cabrillo National Monument, but haven't made it either time.  It's out on a point across from Coronado Island and it's rumored to have an amazing view.  Yesterday, on our way to Cabrillo, we stopped for a late lunch in a part of town called "Old Town."   We ended up staying there for much of the afternoon.  Old Town was supposedly the first settlement in the San Diego area.  It has an old school, courthouse, bank, church, etc., complete with mannequins of some of the founding fathers.  Aspen commented that the sherriff had the "most life-like hands" she had ever seen on a dummy.  I made some apparently inappropriate comment, then she advised me that the nearby iron jail cell might become my new home.  We visited the old Catholic church next, which was interesting.  While the church was pretty typical of any small Catholic church you'd see in Latin America (or near Latin America), it still displayed true American entrepreneurial spirit with coin-fed electric candles by the Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the "old stuff" in Old Town was fairly interesting, the reason we visited was for the food.  Every other storefront in Old Town is a Mexican restaurant.  We ate at one called Coyote Cafe, which boasted the best Mexican food in San Diego (Although Fred's Mexican Cafe directly across the street had a similar sign).  The food was good, but the best thing was the women wearing Mexican huipiles at the front of the restaurant making fresh, hot tortillas.  It's not unusual to get hand-made corn tortillas in a lot restaurants nowadays, but these were hand made flour tortillas about a foot in diameter.  I haven't seen those since my two weeks in the Yucatan in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we visited an art gallery featuring paintings of scenes from famous movies.  I wanted to the get the Golem painting for our living room, but Aspen didn't feel it would go with our decor.  We visited a pirate shop containing swords and corn nuts where Aspen asked my opinion on a certain teacup.  I advised her that boys have no opinion on teacups, and we moved on.  We walked past the most haunted house in some geographic area (the world maybe?  I don't remember.), and finally to Korky's Ice Cream and Coffee where we ended our visit to Old Town.  Well, I could write more on our adventures, but I've probably lost most of you by now.  I hope all o' y'all are doing well, and hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - A prominent sign at The General Store proclaims that they only allow 3 students at a time.  Just in case you need to plan accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-2880333238182193034?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/2880333238182193034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=2880333238182193034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2880333238182193034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/2880333238182193034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-town.html' title='Old Town'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-8444060413527000521</id><published>2007-02-28T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:12:43.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainy today for the third day in a row. I am tried of it! The rain makes me not want to do anything. However, there is sun on the horizon, it is supposed to be in the low 70's this weekend! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! I think we are going to check out Coronado Island. Apparently it's what you think of when you think of San Diego. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job search still rages on --rages might not be the best choice for an adjective, but what can you do-- I never heard back from the company I was almost certain I had a job with...it was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;, but in the grand scheme of things probably for the best. I wasn't sure I would have loved working there anyway. I have had a few more interviews this week, we'll see what pans out. I am thinking about working at the zoo! I would get to be outside, with people, and not sitting at a desk! I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach this past weekend for the first time. It was pretty. We didn't get in the water; didn't want to look like tourists too much! There were lots of people surfing though, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;, surfing in February who would have thought. The boardwalk that runs up and down the coast is exactly how movies portray it. There are people every where! They are walking, running, riding bikes and rollerblading. It was a fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get moving for the day, I think I am going to go running in the rain. We miss you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Dad - Thank you so much for your comments and interesting reading material, we appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Streetman&lt;/span&gt; - We are sorry you aren't feeling good, it's no fun being sick! Eat lots of yogurt to get those intestinal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;micro biota&lt;/span&gt; back on track (ask your parents if you don't know what I am talking about :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel - We are still diggin' on the chocolate, thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Else - Please post, we want to know what is going on in Colorado with all of you. We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-8444060413527000521?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/8444060413527000521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=8444060413527000521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8444060413527000521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/8444060413527000521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/02/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299976297517488165.post-4353481430636208827</id><published>2007-02-23T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:04:28.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Search</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things in Colorado, we hear that you may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; some snow this weekend?! It's funny to think about snow, seems like forever since we saw it but it really wasn't that long ago. Since we have been in San Diego we haven't once used the heat or A/C, it's pretty crazy. Last night it rained and rained making for great sleeping weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murry is done with his first two weeks of work, he seems to be enjoying it. The hours are long and we find ourselves missing each other throughout much of the day. It's pretty neat how excited we get to see each other at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job search is going well. The job market seems really healthy here. Today I had my third interview at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; company and it went really well. I would be the office manager and also in charge of H/R if I get the position. We will see on Monday! I am a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ambivalent&lt;/span&gt; about the line of work, I feel like maybe I should have applied for more biology related positions instead of what is comfortable. I guess it's good to be saving money while looking for the perfect job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably haven't told you much about our new place! I hope to post pictures in the next few days, but until then I will tell y'all that we LOVE where we are living. We have a two bedroom apartment in an area of San Diego called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rancho&lt;/span&gt; Bernardo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rancho&lt;/span&gt; Bernardo is a lot like Highlands Ranch, there is even a street near us call Highland Ranch Drive! Our complex has three pools and a newly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remodeled&lt;/span&gt; fitness center. Our apartment itself is two bedrooms and has never been lived in since it was renovated. The kitchen is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with stainless steel appliances and looks really classy. We are using the second bedroom for an office/library. Murry has so many books that we had to purchase a huge bookcase to hold all of them! The bookcase almost takes up an entire wall! We are as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unpacked&lt;/span&gt; as we will be for awhile, with only a few lingering boxes hiding in the second bedroom's closet. It is nice to be settled, it sure has been a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we (and Marty) thought that having this blog might help us stay in better touch. So please, please, please post anything you would like, even 2 year old Monique can type something! We miss you all lots hope you have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aspen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299976297517488165-4353481430636208827?l=murryandaspen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/feeds/4353481430636208827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299976297517488165&amp;postID=4353481430636208827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4353481430636208827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299976297517488165/posts/default/4353481430636208827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murryandaspen.blogspot.com/2007/02/job-search.html' title='Job Search'/><author><name>Aspen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675696052485681510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nG5Fo42F6Vo/Sa23joxrdsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/iIK4npYmBFc/S220/DSCF0031.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
