<?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-4123290512843733054</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:05:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packard Pages</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-1998957901708280041</id><published>2011-03-09T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:07:48.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention all you fancy blog people</title><content type='html'>Okay after you get over the shock of seeing a new post from me make sure you read this:&lt;br /&gt;My friend Heather is a wonderful photographer and she and another photographer have had the great idea to host some events where they teach people how to use their digital slr cameras.  You can find the details on Heather's blog &lt;a href="http://www.heathercluffphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Heather took this picture of Landon when he was 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTxiJbAO0ls/TXhNopY0rQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/56QZErgH5Lk/s1600/DSC_0230%2Bcopybw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTxiJbAO0ls/TXhNopY0rQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/56QZErgH5Lk/s400/DSC_0230%2Bcopybw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582297098825805058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Landon, remember how he had just arrived at my last post?  Well look at him now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK4xop7so0I/TXhLfEBQCoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JiiCddRAgdM/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK4xop7so0I/TXhLfEBQCoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JiiCddRAgdM/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582294735152745090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-1998957901708280041?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1998957901708280041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=1998957901708280041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/1998957901708280041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/1998957901708280041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2011/03/attention-all-you-fancy-blog-people.html' title='Attention all you fancy blog people'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTxiJbAO0ls/TXhNopY0rQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/56QZErgH5Lk/s72-c/DSC_0230%2Bcopybw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-4591437859634280609</id><published>2010-02-21T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:46:14.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our baby boy is here!  Landon was born Feb 16th weighing in at a healthy 7 lbs 10 oz.  We are so excited to have him!  Now don't expect another post from me for probably a year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/S4H9ZHcf5eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KnGDo1Da9D8/s1600-h/Landon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/S4H9ZHcf5eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KnGDo1Da9D8/s400/Landon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440908432777405922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-4591437859634280609?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4591437859634280609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=4591437859634280609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/4591437859634280609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/4591437859634280609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2010/02/arrived.html' title='Arrived!'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/S4H9ZHcf5eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KnGDo1Da9D8/s72-c/Landon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-1283804640684137556</id><published>2009-11-17T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:49:13.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you do not update your blog for 9 months there is some pressure to make your next post amazing, exciting, earth-shattering, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SwNuSeMSG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQn9-9y7QTg/s1600/blog+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405285241396009794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SwNuSeMSG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQn9-9y7QTg/s400/blog+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-1283804640684137556?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1283804640684137556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=1283804640684137556' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/1283804640684137556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/1283804640684137556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SwNuSeMSG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cQn9-9y7QTg/s72-c/blog+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-8472385404775449299</id><published>2009-02-17T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:47:01.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets FROM my Sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SZsrZ0O0bcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MDUzyrPsc58/s1600-h/100_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303880708676414914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SZsrZ0O0bcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MDUzyrPsc58/s320/100_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily I have never tried smoking.  Unfortunately I can't say the same about sugar.  I have often wondered at what age my kids will start noticing that mommy eats a good portion of their candy from Christmas, Valentines, Halloween, etc...  Last week after the kids were in bed I raided their stash of Valentines candy and came up with a box of Nerds.  Carelessly I didn't make sure the evidence made it to the garbage.  The next morning Mallory discovered this evidence and was overheard asking Kelly accusingly, "WHAT is this?"  To which he replied, "Ask mom."  The dirty rat!&lt;br /&gt;The guilt was magnified last night after the rest of the family went to Krispy Kreme while I stayed in bed with a migraine.  After eating their hot light specials on site they came home with two chocolate glazed sprinkle donuts.  One for mommy and one for the kids to share the next day.  By bedtime I was feeling better and ready for my treat.  When I asked where it was Kelly revealed that Mallory had asked him to hide the donuts so "Mommy won't eat ours."  Oh the shame!&lt;br /&gt;I am however, happy to report that today after lunch I gave the girls their donut and begged only for one tiny bite before they split the rest.  That's progress I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-8472385404775449299?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8472385404775449299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=8472385404775449299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/8472385404775449299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/8472385404775449299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweets-from-my-sweets.html' title='Sweets FROM my Sweets'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SZsrZ0O0bcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MDUzyrPsc58/s72-c/100_0518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-5204755299813621222</id><published>2009-01-22T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:08:05.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbV7h-AjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRz5dRHc0-Q/s1600-h/100_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294222531777921586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbV7h-AjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRz5dRHc0-Q/s320/100_0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The subject&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbLTOcSvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gj4qOvTpHvM/s1600-h/100_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294222349159910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbLTOcSvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Gj4qOvTpHvM/s320/100_0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The photographer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom obligingly got me exactly what I asked her to for my birthday - a dehydrator.  After attending a dehydrating class several months ago, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foresaw&lt;/span&gt; a glorious future where my children had kicked their pack-a-day habit of fruit snacks and were happily munching on wholesome home-dried fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to start with bananas.  The chart said bananas take 6-12 hours to dry (a rather large window).  I didn't get things powered-up until 3 pm but I reasoned it would surely be closer to 6 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; since I'd sliced the bananas thinner than recommended to speed things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:00 pm: not dry yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:00 pm: not dry yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelly &amp;amp; I start a movie.  Surely they will be done by the time the movie is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:00 pm: not dry yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:00 pm: the movie ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still not dry - the lamenting begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I going to do!  I'll have to stay up all night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelly says I should just go to bed and let the dehydrator run the rest of the night (does he know how much we are spending on fruit snacks?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then they'll be ruined and all the work I've put in (buying, slicing, and don't forget setting them on the trays) will be wasted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing to do but set the alarm and hope the torture ends soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1:45 am: still not dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2:45 am: Hallelujah I think they are dry enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now do I need to let them cool before I put them in a bag?  Heck no how much more sleep do I have to lose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:05 am: Back in bed.  I'd better try to squeeze a nap in tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning: &lt;em&gt;Kids do you want to try these bananas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love them.  They keep asking me for more all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That afternoon: &lt;em&gt;No you can't have anymore.  You'll get constipated!  &lt;/em&gt;To Kelly, exasperated: &lt;em&gt;They would eat these all day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His reply: &lt;em&gt;Wasn't that the point?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbAr9J2DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vD3swBjCGhg/s1600-h/100_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294222166819723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbAr9J2DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vD3swBjCGhg/s320/100_0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing like dancing to keep constipation at bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4123290512843733054-5204755299813621222?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5204755299813621222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=5204755299813621222' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/5204755299813621222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/5204755299813621222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-bananas.html' title='Going Bananas'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SXjbV7h-AjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRz5dRHc0-Q/s72-c/100_0475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-245432613596646506</id><published>2008-12-09T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:49:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Shrink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/ST7eUHlW9-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4j1u4vXzX7I/s1600-h/100_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277900250539292642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/ST7eUHlW9-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4j1u4vXzX7I/s200/100_0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always said Kelly would have curly hair if he grew it out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot afford to see a psychologist or a psychiatrist.  I can't exactly remember the difference between those but I'm sure they are both expensive.  Luckily, I have a built-in psychotherapist that comes in handy when I just can't seem to get out of a rut.  Here's an example of how it works:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day I was checking out blogs of friends, noticing cute pictures, fun updates of what they've been doing, and of course festive blog backgrounds befitting the season.  I also happened to notice that on those blogs featuring that fancy sidebar which not only links to other blogs, but shows when they've been updated, I was dead last.  Suddenly my self shrink turned on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You are a blog user."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shrink: "A blog user.  You receive enjoyment from looking at everyone else's blogs, but you don't contribute to the blogging community."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Well one of these days I'm really going to improve.  I just don't know why I don't get around to it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shrink: "It's the pictures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "But I got that faster internet service so it wouldn't take forever to upload the pictures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shrink: "You're not good with pictures.  By the time you find the cord to hook the camera to the computer, remember how to transfer the pictures, sort through the pictures deciding which ones to use, and wonder how to get rid of that red-eye that is in 70% of the pictures, you've talked yourself out of posting that day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Well I guess you could be right.  By the way has there ever been a study done showing that blue-eyed people display more red-eye in pictures, because I swear my kids (cute as they are) look like monsters in almost every picture I take!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shrink: "You're changing the subject."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Sorry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shrink: "It doesn't matter to me, I don't get paid either way, but if you want my advice just type up some of those posts you've been composing in your head and leave those adorable pictures and backgrounds to those creative friends of yours."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "All right I'll give it a try.  Say, do you think I should add that recipe sharing sidebar I've thought about?  I did take three pictures of my tortilla casserole."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shrink: "You're hopeless."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, you get the idea.  If you don't already have one of these invisible analysts, I highly recommend developing one.  As long as you don't have the conversations out loud, no one can accuse you of being crazy (unless you post them on your blog).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;amp; a Happy Blogging Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-245432613596646506?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/245432613596646506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=245432613596646506' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/245432613596646506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/245432613596646506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/12/self-shrink.html' title='Self Shrink'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/ST7eUHlW9-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4j1u4vXzX7I/s72-c/100_0432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-8750756721073850057</id><published>2008-09-10T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:37:05.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to Summer</title><content type='html'>Well I guess summer is really over. I'm not complaining about the fall temperatures, but it was a really fun summer (it's amazing how much you can do when you're not pregnant or nursing!) Here are a few highlights from the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244493737003842898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgvRGzf_VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sssHglv7Q8Y/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting family pictures taken with Becky's family.  This may have been the biggest adventure of the summer.  Is that Grammy rolling out of the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgsdsMKPII/AAAAAAAAAEE/oS-Tt91hXvU/s1600-h/100_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244490654662933634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgsdsMKPII/AAAAAAAAAEE/oS-Tt91hXvU/s320/100_0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On top of Mt. Timpanogos. Way to go Mallory for hiking all the way up and back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgsNFpDBGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qAz4bxCMjUY/s1600-h/100_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244490369437205602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgsNFpDBGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qAz4bxCMjUY/s320/100_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Olympic week at tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgr3vOqJfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e_9w7HWqHfU/s1600-h/100_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244490002643690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgr3vOqJfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e_9w7HWqHfU/s320/100_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       At the fair. We love those ponies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgrmXgergI/AAAAAAAAADs/-iek1m4TqgY/s1600-h/100_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244489704218209794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgrmXgergI/AAAAAAAAADs/-iek1m4TqgY/s320/100_0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canning with Crystal. This is what happens when you think borrowing the can sealer and canning at home will be "easy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgrXzIgKqI/AAAAAAAAADk/OJdFCAPvG50/s1600-h/100_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244489453935798946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgrXzIgKqI/AAAAAAAAADk/OJdFCAPvG50/s320/100_0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Flamming Gorge with the Johnsons. Thanks guys, we had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgrBw4E1-I/AAAAAAAAADc/j0Wq5lNJROM/s1600-h/100_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244489075372906466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgrBw4E1-I/AAAAAAAAADc/j0Wq5lNJROM/s320/100_0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 2nd birthday Lilia! We love you! Didn't Daddy do a great job decorating your cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgqy937PuI/AAAAAAAAADU/_qlCKkJE-h0/s1600-h/100_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244488821163900642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgqy937PuI/AAAAAAAAADU/_qlCKkJE-h0/s320/100_0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking in Ogden Canyon. Note to self: Always make kids go potty before starting a hike. It's just not easy for a girl to go on the trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgqkw1HNMI/AAAAAAAAADM/4xC7f5-J_hs/s1600-h/100_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244488577144272066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgqkw1HNMI/AAAAAAAAADM/4xC7f5-J_hs/s320/100_0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Cinderella with her "prince"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-8750756721073850057?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8750756721073850057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=8750756721073850057' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/8750756721073850057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/8750756721073850057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/farewell-to-summer.html' title='Farewell to Summer'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SMgvRGzf_VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sssHglv7Q8Y/s72-c/DSC_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-7489342184619916452</id><published>2008-07-31T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:39:50.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the 21st Century!</title><content type='html'>Well you will all (the one or two of you who haven't given up on this blog yet) be happy to hear that we have finally gotten faster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; service!  I'll now be blogging everyday to catch you up on every detail of our lives!  Just kidding!  I did want to post some pictures of our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hebgen&lt;/span&gt; Lake.  Kelly's Uncle Ryan and Aunt Karen invited the whole Packard clan up to Karen's family's cabin in June, and we had a blast.  I've been hearing about this place ever since we got married so it was exciting to get to experience it.  It's a beautiful lake just a few miles outside of West Yellowstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIszGc3TAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ul5QIq4TNA/s1600-h/100_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229291373747194882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIszGc3TAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ul5QIq4TNA/s320/100_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Mallory with Ryan and Karen's dog Mick.  Mick tried to avoid the kids as much as possible, but Mallory decided to adopt him and took it upon herself to "take care of Mick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIskH3LZxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N-7_XllnKYw/s1600-h/100_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229291116427962130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIskH3LZxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N-7_XllnKYw/s320/100_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are outside the cabin (keep in mind I don't think we showered this day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIsWbOOwSI/AAAAAAAAABs/FnLeTodW1y8/s1600-h/100_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290881106755874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIsWbOOwSI/AAAAAAAAABs/FnLeTodW1y8/s320/100_0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly and the girls in West Yellowstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIrTTy1rAI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZZRldm9Hwno/s1600-h/100_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229289728061582338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIrTTy1rAI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZZRldm9Hwno/s320/100_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Mallory on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jet ski&lt;/span&gt;.  Besides Mick, this was probably Mallory's favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229289433564716482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIrCKtUHcI/AAAAAAAAABU/a4lDnvvV24o/s320/100_0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lilia on the beach with Grandma.  She was not a big fan of the life jacket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229289993537879026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIriwxUe_I/AAAAAAAAABk/olEQG0XyuIk/s320/100_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had to include this picture because I received several comments about my previous bike story.  We had what you might call a bike breakthrough on this trip.  Kelly convinced me to borrow his mom's bike and go for a ride.  I had trouble right from the start because I couldn't touch the ground when I was sitting on the seat.  Kelly assured me I wasn't supposed to be able to touch the ground, but it sure would have made things a lot easier.  Long story short, despite a few tears and one fall into some sagebrush, I survived the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since returning home we have taken a couple family bike rides, and my old Huffy and I are doing okay.  Now Kelly is trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; me to get a bigger bike.  Is he crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-7489342184619916452?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7489342184619916452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=7489342184619916452' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/7489342184619916452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/7489342184619916452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-21st-century.html' title='Welcome to the 21st Century!'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SJIszGc3TAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ul5QIq4TNA/s72-c/100_0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-6288274086690868433</id><published>2008-07-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:34:42.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here's my quarterly update! Once again I've fallen way behind on blogging, so there's only time to post a few notes and pictures about what we've been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never did post about our trip to Disneyland in May.  It was so much fun!  We went with my family which was really nice because the kids had their cousins to play with and there were enough adults that we could take shifts riding the bigger rides.  Mallory still keeps asking "When are we going to Disneyland again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218514961592850946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SGvjtWzNmgI/AAAAAAAAABM/gKFZeq8W6fY/s320/100_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week Mallory turned the big 4 years old!  She really wanted a guitar (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rockitar&lt;/span&gt; as she calls it) and grandma and grandpa got her one.  Here is a picture of her singing a rousing rendition of "Two Less Lonely People" by Air Supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218511967153442626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SGvg_DpOT0I/AAAAAAAAABE/awh3bq72Iyw/s320/100_0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally, TODAY IS KELLY'S 30TH BIRTHDAY!  I decided to surprise him by celebrating a month early.  If ever a picture was worth a thousand words, this one is.  It very accurately depicts how Kelly feels about being the center of attention.  Thanks for being a good sport hon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218510446883412274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SGvfmkMmmTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ahDt0YvGBGo/s320/100_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again time is short.  We just returned from a fun trip with Kelly's family but I'll have to post about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-6288274086690868433?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6288274086690868433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=6288274086690868433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/6288274086690868433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/6288274086690868433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SGvjtWzNmgI/AAAAAAAAABM/gKFZeq8W6fY/s72-c/100_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-8544515328819951487</id><published>2008-05-23T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:01:02.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I've really turned out to be a slacker with this blogging thing. This is really no surprise to me considering all my other unfinished projects (crosstich started 11 years ago, afghan started 10 years ago, leper bandage started 1 year ago). In my defense, we are still in the dark ages of dial-up Internet and it takes me forever to upload pictures. A post without a picture just seems boring. If anyone has any tips on getting pictures to upload faster, let me know. Anyway, here are some things we've been up to the past couple months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203677480552546050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SDctGSoIvwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rQ0AmUvHlo/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the girls on Easter.  Mallory was actually sick and shouldn't have been going to church, but I had decided to make a big effort (for me) and make hair accessories to match the girls' Easter dresses.  It sounds really dumb now but I just really wanted her to get ready so I could see it all put together.  Halfway through sacrament meeting I realized she was too sick to be there and Kelly took the kids home.  He's great to put up with my occasional obsessive moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203674650169097970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SDcqhioIvvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RkFEU_XOO4M/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is at Baby Animal Day in Wellsville. We went to celebrate my niece Lexi's birthday and had lots of fun. In addition to holding this bunny, Mallory got to hold a baby duck and turtle, ride a horse and pet a bunch of other things. My brother wondered how many animals actually survive baby animal day with all the mauling they get from the kids! Seeing Mallory hold the animals reminded me of an incident that happened last summer. I was weeding in the back yard and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mallory reach down and pick up something out of the grass as she said "snake". I thought she had just picked up a stick until I saw that what she was holding was moving. I screamed and she dropped the snake. I felt bad after for scaring her and tried to reassure her that snakes are not scary but mommy just doesn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203672060303818466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SDcoKyoIvuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/emq3TnW3J58/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mallory got a 2-wheel bike which she loves! Her favorite thing is riding to the park with her dad. I'm really glad they can share this hobby because I have never done well at riding a bike and it still makes me nervous. Kelly had never seen me ride a bike until a few weeks ago I finally agreed to try riding my old Huffy. I did it at night because I didn't want the neighbors to see and I stayed on the sidewalk because I'm afraid of getting hit by a car. I just went to the neighbor's driveway and back, but the bike was really wobbly the whole time. I asked Kelly why this was, and laughing, he said it was because I was going so slow. You know that old saying "It's like riding a bike", that really doesn't apply for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew, that took forever!  I was going to add some more pictures but just don't have the time.  I'll try and make sure it's not another two months until my next post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-8544515328819951487?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8544515328819951487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=8544515328819951487' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/8544515328819951487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/8544515328819951487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/05/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/SDctGSoIvwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7rQ0AmUvHlo/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-5828869249648734576</id><published>2008-03-15T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:24:17.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/R9yuqL-espI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b9qYmlrRVjw/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178205711361815186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/R9yuqL-espI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b9qYmlrRVjw/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I'm figuring out how to put pictures on here. Here is a cute one of the girls snuggling. For some reason, Lilia loves to lay in Mallory's bed. At night we do their bedtime story, song, prayers, etc... in Mallory's room, and when we're done Lilia always lays on the pillow and wants to be tucked in. We keep saying we should move them into the same room, but I think we keep putting it off for fear of not getting any sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-5828869249648734576?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5828869249648734576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=5828869249648734576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/5828869249648734576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/5828869249648734576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/03/snuggle.html' title='Snuggle'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Jt0m0exJ7g/R9yuqL-espI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b9qYmlrRVjw/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123290512843733054.post-5551203091101419873</id><published>2008-03-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:01:16.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>For some reason I feel the need to provide a disclaimer at the beginning of this blog. Reasons I am doing this: #1- To have some documentation of my children's lives since I am terrible at writing down the cute things they say, taking pictures of them, and developing those pictures. #2- Ever since I finished college I feel like I've become technology illiterate (I've never even sent a text message). So this makes me feel like I'm brushing up on computer skills, even though I've heard it's pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I don't actually expect anyone to read this, except my parents and in-laws because they'll want to see pictures of the kids. But if you decide to venture to this site, welcome and try to stay awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4123290512843733054-5551203091101419873?l=packardpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5551203091101419873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4123290512843733054&amp;postID=5551203091101419873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/5551203091101419873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123290512843733054/posts/default/5551203091101419873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packardpages.blogspot.com/2008/03/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Bec</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16839458440252851528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
