<?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-763508144569796866</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:48:58.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chase Family</title><subtitle type='html'>We are so happy with our family of 5...it's never boring around here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-2260396232138772668</id><published>2010-07-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:24:06.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it almost been a year?</title><content type='html'>Well, in the last day I've &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; two invites to view blogs and it's motivated me to post pictures of the past year that has flown by so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post in October 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 2009 - Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498288507484016434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3YRDEyjzI/AAAAAAAABJc/YuusgOIo9_c/s400/100_5746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 2009- Christmas Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498289614212312626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3ZRd9YLjI/AAAAAAAABJk/7VczeWoSYcA/s400/_MG_0578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;January 2010 - Sledding in Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498291597185585954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3bE5HDEyI/AAAAAAAABJ0/zn4W8uqJwNU/s400/IMG_6396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498291588088844450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3bEXON0KI/AAAAAAAABJs/jtbCNp41ffk/s400/IMG_6404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;February 2010 - Happy 1st Birthday Scarlet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498328461192239202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE38mqPImGI/AAAAAAAABK8/Z1ImZE6DYW0/s400/IMG_6822a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;March 2010 - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; loved playing t-ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498294658960584530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3d3HHF71I/AAAAAAAABKE/AWa_UbIly58/s400/IMG_6994e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 2010 - Easter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498297690576888818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3gnkwvo_I/AAAAAAAABKU/brNWPhslcDg/s400/IMG_7634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 2010 - Tide Pools in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Palos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Verdes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498298506527499618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3hXEah5WI/AAAAAAAABKc/tS3pGytV3ak/s400/IMG_7747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 2010 - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; First Dance Recital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498327411748857554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE37pkwVZtI/AAAAAAAABK0/6UMq8wOoiAk/s400/ashlyn+dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 2010 - This is what they look like now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Scarlet at California Adventure Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498327402690968546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE37pDAw--I/AAAAAAAABKs/SdO8TRsY8eg/s400/IMG_8403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Vaughn were fortunate to go to the All Star Game in Anaheim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice his Dodgers shirt &amp;amp; Angels hat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We told him this is probably the only time he can get away with it;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE37odvJ_XI/AAAAAAAABKk/cgotKu8Hrw4/s1600/IMG_8510e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498327392684998002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/TE37odvJ_XI/AAAAAAAABKk/cgotKu8Hrw4/s400/IMG_8510e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      It's been a very busy year but so much fun. If I could freeze time I would do it right now &amp;amp; keep them this little forever. It's lots of work but never ever can we get these times back. We are really really enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;     Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is almost 6 and eats, sleeps &amp;amp; breathes baseball. He loves to play baseball, watch games, read stats, make-believes and role plays game scenarios with specific players. On the off chance he's not absorbed with baseball he's absorbed with Star Wars. He finished Kindergarten this year and loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;     Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; is almost 4 and she is very into riding bikes, playing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt; teeny tiny toys, playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt;, playing with Cars the movie cars, and swinging on the swings. She also amuses her brother by playing lots of baseball &amp;amp; playing with Star Wars figures. She plays dolls with Scarlet &amp;amp; reads books to whoever will listen. She's a great story teller &amp;amp; our movie junkie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Scarlet is 17 months and is ALWAYS on the go. She is such a busy body &amp;amp; quite a conversationalist. She is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and is very into babies, books, food &amp;amp; whatever her siblings are doing. She doesn't ever want to be left out &amp;amp; must be where all the action is. She's a tough cookie and it's a good thing because she is the most active &amp;amp; accident prone child we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll post again before 2011...&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/763508144569796866-2260396232138772668?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/2260396232138772668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=2260396232138772668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2260396232138772668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2260396232138772668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2010/07/has-it-almost-been-year.html' title='Has it almost been a year?'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/TE3YRDEyjzI/AAAAAAAABJc/YuusgOIo9_c/s72-c/100_5746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-1305841419678140515</id><published>2009-11-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:13:26.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that the fall weather is kicking in. I can't stand the heat &amp;amp; was dying to turn on my oven again. We had lots of fun pumpkin events &amp;amp; here are the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCxYB-p14I/AAAAAAAABJE/x-1vnBXWvEA/s1600-h/100_5076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010979623425922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCxYB-p14I/AAAAAAAABJE/x-1vnBXWvEA/s400/100_5076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vaughn &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; at another Dodgers game before it cooled down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; painful smile shows it was 100 degrees that day. They still loved it of course...especially the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCxXrtb_0I/AAAAAAAABI8/v0biq29eRXQ/s1600-h/100_4949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010973645635394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCxXrtb_0I/AAAAAAAABI8/v0biq29eRXQ/s400/100_4949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My children are precious &amp;amp; I will always remember these as the craziest, busiest &amp;amp; funnest days. They are truly only this small once &amp;amp; it's flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCvc-M-OmI/AAAAAAAABI0/448kuxX4onE/s1600-h/100_5081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400008865485830754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCvc-M-OmI/AAAAAAAABI0/448kuxX4onE/s400/100_5081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlet is such a light sleeper but this time she's passed out after a jog with her daddy. She kind of looks like a lush the way she's gripping that water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCvcGl2aeI/AAAAAAAABIs/xrWEkD7rT24/s1600-h/100_5133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400008850557790690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCvcGl2aeI/AAAAAAAABIs/xrWEkD7rT24/s400/100_5133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can I say about this crazy girl. At 8 months: she is a climber; crawler; stands up very well; loves to shred &amp;amp; eat paper; she has jaws of steel and can tear through almost any packaging with one attempt; she loves to laugh, shriek &amp;amp; scream with delight; she says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;", "uh oh", "did it" but only says "my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mamama&lt;/span&gt;" when she's crying or mad; gives kisses when asked; cuddles when we say "ah"; tries to sing when we sing; hates to sleep; and has to be where the action is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCvbjdRHiI/AAAAAAAABIk/Wyq3e-P-JJo/s1600-h/100_5138e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400008841126551074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCvbjdRHiI/AAAAAAAABIk/Wyq3e-P-JJo/s400/100_5138e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; scored his 1st goal of the season. We were excited &amp;amp; he was jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCulid5HzI/AAAAAAAABIc/81Lvb7DEhXY/s1600-h/100_5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007913147801394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCulid5HzI/AAAAAAAABIc/81Lvb7DEhXY/s400/100_5219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; but none of my kids will walk. They'd rather be all squashed in the stroller than stand on their own 2 feet. Lazy but cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCulLcqM6I/AAAAAAAABIU/8tjt9Qic9TU/s1600-h/100_5096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007906968613794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCulLcqM6I/AAAAAAAABIU/8tjt9Qic9TU/s400/100_5096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids made me laugh with all the pumpkin stuff this year. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; that we were going to cut open the top of the pumpkin, take the yucky stuff out &amp;amp; bake the seeds. She pointed to the pumpkin and asked me if there was broccoli or milk inside? Yucky stuff to Ashlyn is Broccoli &amp;amp; Milk. Where does she come up with this stuff? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCukoBI1uI/AAAAAAAABIM/fuVOC4NK8u8/s1600-h/100_5163e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007897457940194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCukoBI1uI/AAAAAAAABIM/fuVOC4NK8u8/s400/100_5163e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pumpkin patch. Scarlet enjoyed the pumpkins but was not overly impressed. The older ones just wanted to enjoy the rides. Could they be outgrowing the simplicity of it already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006483173401522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCtSTZbY7I/AAAAAAAABH8/o4JEe3IgRKg/s400/100_5344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee, can anyone guess what my kids dressed up as? Scarlet didn't have a choice but you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; could have picked anything other than a Star Wars character. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006477488505202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCtR-OCwXI/AAAAAAAABH0/hrPwF8jrp4c/s400/100_5361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love trying to get pictures of all 3 of them...this is about as good as it gets. I love the facial expressions, pink sneakers, and the fact that Scarlet actually wore the ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006493045380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCtS4LF1jI/AAAAAAAABIE/VE_0e3Dst5E/s400/100_5331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star Wars fans you have to use your imagination for this one but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; Father &amp;amp; Daughter are the ones that battle in this scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004244311147090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCrP-_EglI/AAAAAAAABHk/Ky9BCiqPdv4/s400/100_5362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Yoda. Scarlet was so darn cute but I think people only knew who she was because of her siblings. We had someone think she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; which I thought was pretty funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004246494460754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCrQHHnO1I/AAAAAAAABHs/XsLWGGvav44/s400/100_5326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Princess Leia or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;" as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; calls her. We tried to get her to dress as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Padame&lt;/span&gt; but she really insisted on this one. The shooter gun didn't make it out of the house because before we left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; hid it in one of her "dark places" as she calls them. She hid it so well that we were a half hour late to our party while looking for it. Too bad I didn't think of looking on the sugar canister in the pantry. She simply amazes me...and confuses me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004232824040850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCrPUMVLZI/AAAAAAAABHc/nQcz6ETu_pI/s400/100_5368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nothing other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Skywalker&lt;/span&gt; would do. He dresses daily as either a Jedi or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;. He specifically asked to wear this particular costume, with his hair a certain way, a braid attached and no glove. It's funny how he has in mind which particular scene he is dressed as. I laughed when his school asked what he wants to be when he grows up and he said "A Jedi".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; are the days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-1305841419678140515?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/1305841419678140515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=1305841419678140515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1305841419678140515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1305841419678140515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/11/october-2009.html' title='October 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/SvCxYB-p14I/AAAAAAAABJE/x-1vnBXWvEA/s72-c/100_5076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-3900963050415272909</id><published>2009-10-21T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:23:50.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2009</title><content type='html'>So I did it. I'm caught up to the month just before this one. Let's see if I can manage to post October in a timely manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September happened to be busier than August. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; started Kindergarten, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; started preschool, soccer games started, ballet started &amp;amp; Scarlet started crawling everywhere and getting into everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of it all Vaughn &amp;amp; I went out of town for one of his work conferences. He had meetings during the day while I slept &amp;amp; played. It was fun &amp;amp; much needed. My poor sister watched all 3 kids while we were gone. It's funny being on the other end of the phone listening to the stories that usually take place in my life.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395156247312228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9yBazGYZI/AAAAAAAABHM/UEmgfLSRk0c/s400/100_4648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; first day of school was a success. I love his teacher &amp;amp; he just really enjoys going. He is so proud of everything he gets to do and appreciates all the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;responsiblilities&lt;/span&gt; he has. He even enjoys doing his homework. It's a breeze this year. I just wish he didn't have afternoon kinder because it screws up the napping schedule. My girls now nap at 12:30 which is way too early for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395159087966874306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St90mxD8asI/AAAAAAAABHU/g8ZjilK52yM/s400/100_4651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; is doing an amazing job in preschool.  I can't believe how eager she is to learn.  She is actually starting to master her alphabet which I thought would never happen.  She loves her teacher, chapel, the playground, and her friend Kylie.  She was so proud on her first day that she had her own school and that it was no longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt;.  She beamed with excitement when she got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395153686986220194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9vsY1z4qI/AAAAAAAABGk/HafA-WOudUc/s400/100_4771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt; was fun. Vaughn had a lot of down time &amp;amp; most of the events we could attend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395155484196950850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9xU_-PU0I/AAAAAAAABHE/L6urqB6LB7I/s400/100_4752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We actually went in a hot air balloon too.  I'm not one for adventures but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395153695887669810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9vs6AFOjI/AAAAAAAABGs/0tvBTBQdVPI/s400/100_4767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We visited several wineries &amp;amp; this night we went to a fancy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395155476541362274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9xUjdAUGI/AAAAAAAABG8/W3rLTau1QKs/s400/100_4686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is doing really well in soccer.  He's very cooperative &amp;amp; really getting in there.  He is on the All American Jedi...could you imagine anything other than something Star Wars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9vr3CHlNI/AAAAAAAABGc/t65Da7d-imA/s1600-h/100_4872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395153677911037138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9vr3CHlNI/AAAAAAAABGc/t65Da7d-imA/s400/100_4872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids can not stay out of the crib.  They love to go get Scarlet when she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395150267921849426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9slX1V3FI/AAAAAAAABGU/5x5Mk8DMs24/s400/100_4891.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; showing off her Yellow Day project.  Each month they have a different color theme, shape, letters, bible curriculum, bible verse, and character quality.  I love the school so much &amp;amp; all of their fun filled activities.  It makes it really hard to go to a public school after having such an incredible experience at this preschool.  Thank God I really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; teacher this year.  Do you know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; school says the Pledge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Allegiance&lt;/span&gt; every day &amp;amp; sang America the Beautiful at one of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;assemblies&lt;/span&gt;?...I thought that stuff was long out of the public schools.  Hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; complains about it or it will be gone before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; gets there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9skHu1JRI/AAAAAAAABGE/Vw7-pQnKE6g/s1600-h/100_4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395150246419703058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9skHu1JRI/AAAAAAAABGE/Vw7-pQnKE6g/s400/100_4929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; at her tap/ballet dance class.  She likes it okay.  She doesn't complain about going but she says it's too long.  I bribe her with a sucker to dance the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9sk8rGSdI/AAAAAAAABGM/CERp9ObaRjM/s1600-h/100_4921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395150260631128530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9sk8rGSdI/AAAAAAAABGM/CERp9ObaRjM/s400/100_4921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now last but not least, our little Scarlet.  She had a very busy month...actually, a very busy week.  She decided in the couple of days we were gone to completely crawl all over the house, go from her belly to a sitting position &amp;amp; pull herself to a standing position.  I couldn't believe it all happened so fast.  We got back a few days before she turned 7 months.  Then the rest of the month she perfected her stair climbing (with me behind her of course).  I just hope she perfects climbing down soon too because it makes me nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-3900963050415272909?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/3900963050415272909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=3900963050415272909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3900963050415272909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3900963050415272909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/10/september-2009.html' title='September 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/St9yBazGYZI/AAAAAAAABHM/UEmgfLSRk0c/s72-c/100_4648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-8066732778551929464</id><published>2009-10-21T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:58:46.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2009</title><content type='html'>August is always a busy month for us as we finish out the summer.  We went to Disneyland on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; actual birthdays, went on an overnight beach trip, had family in town, soccer started and we were getting ready for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395134759697025874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9eerMai1I/AAAAAAAABF8/jHwRaIpeoew/s400/100_4086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Glad we bought the extra long wagon way back when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; turned one.  Who knew we would be hauling this much stuff around for a day out on the beach.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395134748703525426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9eeCPXCjI/AAAAAAAABF0/qGI5XFgage0/s400/100_4017e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; spent a lot of the summer out on the shoreline &amp;amp; in the water.  It's funny because he hates the sun but would spend forever out on the beach.  He never gets enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9ed9h6HxI/AAAAAAAABFs/M0k_r94TZS4/s1600-h/100_4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395134747439144722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9ed9h6HxI/AAAAAAAABFs/M0k_r94TZS4/s400/100_4411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everywhere we go people comment on how good of a baby Scarlet is.  She really is an easy baby...well at least about as easy as they get.  She finally lifted her body off the ground.  She was scooting around and could get everywhere she needed to go.  She turned 6 months mid August &amp;amp; it's really going by too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9dCvmT01I/AAAAAAAABFk/h9V0ZrzTtek/s1600-h/100_4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395133180331414354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9dCvmT01I/AAAAAAAABFk/h9V0ZrzTtek/s400/100_4242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; wanted to do for his birthday was go bowling.  He turned 5 this year &amp;amp; is becoming such a big boy.  He's a great big brother, a wonderful son &amp;amp; we are really proud of all of his efforts.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; learned how to read &amp;amp; ride a bike this summer.  We worked on shoe tying but I really think his strengths are in other areas...maybe next summer;-)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9dB6Gb6yI/AAAAAAAABFc/kBC5EFjjb5k/s1600-h/100_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395133165970647842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9dB6Gb6yI/AAAAAAAABFc/kBC5EFjjb5k/s400/100_4427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; turned 3 a couple of weeks later &amp;amp; she still amazes me.  We got her this doll house for her birthday because she has such a big imagination.  She is really starting to blossom into a little girl.  Her speech is becoming very clear, she loves playing with her big brother &amp;amp; little sister, she is very eager to learn, and has the most love and passion for everybody &amp;amp; every little thing in her life.  I'm really going to miss her toddler years.&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/763508144569796866-8066732778551929464?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/8066732778551929464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=8066732778551929464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8066732778551929464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8066732778551929464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/10/august-2009.html' title='August 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/St9eerMai1I/AAAAAAAABF8/jHwRaIpeoew/s72-c/100_4086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-1681988998995181215</id><published>2009-10-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:06:52.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2009</title><content type='html'>July was fun.  It's crazy to look back at these pictures &amp;amp; realize how fast time goes by.  It's just zooming after having the 3rd one.  Here's a quick recap of July... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395112171124332226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9J72NAlsI/AAAAAAAABE8/Cr33tGQ9wCE/s400/100_3431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friend's house for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The kids swam &amp;amp; played like crazy.  It was fun with the exception of me totally eating it while holding Scarlet.  I slipped on some water &amp;amp; hit the ground so hard.  Fortunately I broke most of the fall before she made it down.  It was the first time I've fallen with one of my kids &amp;amp; so incredibly scary.  I was so thankful that she was okay &amp;amp; it was only me that got stuck with a very nasty bruise.  FYI - I fell twice that night...I'm such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;klutz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9LO1Ol1mI/AAAAAAAABFU/1KE8uLY823M/s1600-h/100_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395112162053791954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9J7UabINI/AAAAAAAABE0/vNYtealptsQ/s400/100_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's been a while since I've posted one of these lovely shots.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was so mad she couldn't get her other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ugg&lt;/span&gt; on.  She's happy, silly and goofy most of the time but don't make her mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9LNnMpQ6I/AAAAAAAABFE/Z0Ktk1KgyZY/s1600-h/100_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395113575845544866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9LNnMpQ6I/AAAAAAAABFE/Z0Ktk1KgyZY/s400/100_3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got Scarlet a Jumper because she loves to bounce on our laps.  She jumped so much the first couple of days that she got a blister on her big toe.  Her milestones in July were: sitting alone for a few seconds, getting her 1st tooth, waiving &amp;amp; rolling all over the place.  Her favorite thing to do this month besides jumping was eating paper...she's a human paper shredder.&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/763508144569796866-1681988998995181215?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/1681988998995181215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=1681988998995181215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1681988998995181215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1681988998995181215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/10/july-2009.html' title='July 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/St9J72NAlsI/AAAAAAAABE8/Cr33tGQ9wCE/s72-c/100_3431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-4424035789720597202</id><published>2009-10-21T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:36:40.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2009</title><content type='html'>June consisted of lots of fun activities.  Here are some of the highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9DbSiGHSI/AAAAAAAABEs/CjHYrUcokPs/s1600-h/100_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395105014723517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9DbSiGHSI/AAAAAAAABEs/CjHYrUcokPs/s400/100_3298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots &amp;amp; lots of backyard baseball.  They play it for so many hours that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; had to learn how to enjoy it too so she could be part of the action.  It's really funny to watch her run bases.  It's also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; to see how serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is when he pitches.  He makes up the game play by play &amp;amp; directs everyone how they're supposed to hit &amp;amp; how many bases they can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9C80eJlTI/AAAAAAAABEk/QFtiQKX0ESs/s1600-h/100_3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395104491257828658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9C80eJlTI/AAAAAAAABEk/QFtiQKX0ESs/s400/100_3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; swim lessons have actually paid off.  He really swims &amp;amp; is learning technique now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9CaBP8GGI/AAAAAAAABEc/EamCXaC2HQY/s1600-h/100_3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103893392463970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9CaBP8GGI/AAAAAAAABEc/EamCXaC2HQY/s400/100_3242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; can fly?  She is so crazy in the water.  Anyone who has watched her comments on how funny she is to watch in the pool.  She LOVES the water &amp;amp; is learning to swim pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9CZvVLhxI/AAAAAAAABEU/6Rf2aoULihc/s1600-h/100_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103888582608658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9CZvVLhxI/AAAAAAAABEU/6Rf2aoULihc/s400/100_3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlet mastered rolling over consistently.  We had to move her to the crib so she wouldn't strangle herself in the bassinet.  She loves to smile, laugh &amp;amp; baths are her favorite pastime.  She's content wherever I set her as long as there's some sort of action in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9BjnfAhyI/AAAAAAAABEM/F_5TxtP6HIw/s1600-h/100_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395102958763411234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9BjnfAhyI/AAAAAAAABEM/F_5TxtP6HIw/s400/100_3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; was fortunate enough to get chosen to fight Darth Vader at Disneyland.  He was way beyond excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9BKAsyB8I/AAAAAAAABEE/TYXNoJLTD8Y/s1600-h/100_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395102518855468994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/St9BKAsyB8I/AAAAAAAABEE/TYXNoJLTD8Y/s400/100_3078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; walked the Angels field with his Little League buddies.  He watched most of the game and had a really great time.  If you ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; he likes the Dodgers first &amp;amp; the Angels second.  He has shirts for both teams!&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/763508144569796866-4424035789720597202?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/4424035789720597202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=4424035789720597202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4424035789720597202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4424035789720597202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/10/june-2009.html' title='June 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/St9DbSiGHSI/AAAAAAAABEs/CjHYrUcokPs/s72-c/100_3298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-4459051943952668055</id><published>2009-10-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:43:25.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2009</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I fell behind again. My focus is obviously on raising my family &amp;amp; not updating everyone on our life's adventures. Until I can balance it all I guess people will just have to wait until I get around to things. Here's another fun filled month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSYDMnx8I/AAAAAAAABD8/2IZxrRH7aY8/s1600-h/100_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394417764299950018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSYDMnx8I/AAAAAAAABD8/2IZxrRH7aY8/s400/100_2866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlet was almost 4 months old in this picture &amp;amp; was working on holding her head up.  This month she gave lots of smiles, laughs, rolled over a couple of times &amp;amp; started solids. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSXqM-FNI/AAAAAAAABD0/4hfgAXgNx8E/s1600-h/100_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394417757590525138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSXqM-FNI/AAAAAAAABD0/4hfgAXgNx8E/s400/100_2840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 posing, 1 screaming &amp;amp; the other 1 doesn't have a choice. It's so funny having 3 kids sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSW8a6D_I/AAAAAAAABDs/juZPURCNCGs/s1600-h/100_2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394417745300951026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSW8a6D_I/AAAAAAAABDs/juZPURCNCGs/s400/100_2770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy started taking the kids out to surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSWQBxMFI/AAAAAAAABDk/qf3Fcx3bNx4/s1600-h/100_2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394417733384351826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSWQBxMFI/AAAAAAAABDk/qf3Fcx3bNx4/s400/100_2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 3 Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSVjWLk_I/AAAAAAAABDc/_qZc0-r_kXQ/s1600-h/100_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394417721390371826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSVjWLk_I/AAAAAAAABDc/_qZc0-r_kXQ/s400/100_2315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course another Dodgers game. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is obsessed with baseball. Real games, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; games, backyard games.&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/763508144569796866-4459051943952668055?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/4459051943952668055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=4459051943952668055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4459051943952668055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4459051943952668055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-2009.html' title='May 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/StzSYDMnx8I/AAAAAAAABD8/2IZxrRH7aY8/s72-c/100_2866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-4497388177202384892</id><published>2009-06-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:33:36.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2009</title><content type='html'>This month was busy. Lots of LL games, birthdays, Easter. These are my favorite pics from the month…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069730558871330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSblwc0hyI/AAAAAAAABB8/Awuz2OSi4zs/s400/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is so darn cute playing ball. The 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072442324852242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSeDmkNnhI/AAAAAAAABDE/dmho95bJEfE/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; gets a little bored on the field &amp;amp; has a hard time understanding she can't stand out there with her brother. She's a good little c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heer&lt;/span&gt; leader though...and a snack bar veteran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347075371961704962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSguIUEYgI/AAAAAAAABDU/6lmpcldvDjQ/s400/100_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scarlet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; hangs out...she's more like a team mascot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072438436796930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSeDYFOmgI/AAAAAAAABC0/NLdMCbiu7Io/s400/100_1864e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; started to get really good towards the end of the season. He's now hitting a pitch &amp;amp; not just off the tee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072437040369442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSeDS4SzyI/AAAAAAAABC8/2A1XJisPEEs/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it was still a little boring in the outfield. I'm sure the league loved cleaning up this mess. Boys will be boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072428977481890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSeC0186KI/AAAAAAAABCs/cUMPs7RtixM/s400/100_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all the things my kids have been exposed to they had never been bowling until my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Danelle's&lt;/span&gt; party. They LOVED it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; requesting it for his birthday this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; cried the whole time she held the balls because they were so heavy but she insisted on doing it herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071528137733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSdOY9BNTI/AAAAAAAABCM/718bocx1mu0/s400/100_1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the alphabet, A-Z. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; one day decided to get creative with his cars...where does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; creativity lead him, to the alphabet of course. I think he's going to be an engineer or something similar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; talks with her cars. She may be an actress. Don't let her fool you though, she's a smart cookie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071530544203986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSdOh6xCNI/AAAAAAAABCU/z5Pzq0YnKIs/s400/100_2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess we need a bigger bed. I love when everyone gets up in the mornings and we all end up in our bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347071537235046994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSdO61_MlI/AAAAAAAABCc/OS3IRVzeOB4/s400/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter is always one of my favorite "holidays". It's such a wonderful reminder of our purpose in life. I hope my children have many wonderful memories of their holidays together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069726925831218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSbli6ovDI/AAAAAAAABBs/Ny6gFGgdqQs/s400/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We still matter too. Can't believe it's been 7 years since we got married. It's even crazier that we've known each other for 12 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069726363938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSblg0q8JI/AAAAAAAABB0/fAx2uP1pxNg/s400/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you be an American &amp;amp; not have an Easter egg hunt? Do other countries do this or just ours? What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bazaar&lt;/span&gt; way to celebrate the day but the kids love it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSeDwpzPlI/AAAAAAAABDM/txFWgPcy-_k/s1600-h/IMG_2501r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347072445032644178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSeDwpzPlI/AAAAAAAABDM/txFWgPcy-_k/s400/IMG_2501r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor thing looked so cute but hated the dress. She was a good sport but she apparently doesn't have a desire to wear silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069718214104082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSblCdmVBI/AAAAAAAABBc/QoVa3ofGrC0/s400/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is one of my absolute favorite pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;. She looks like a little precious moments doll. Too bad my corner guard is almost centered in the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSblXRPzOI/AAAAAAAABBk/-zK-8SSE-zw/s1600-h/IMG_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069723799440610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSblXRPzOI/AAAAAAAABBk/-zK-8SSE-zw/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture reminds me of the innocence of a child. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;, enjoy it while it lasts Buddy because it's gone very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-4497388177202384892?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/4497388177202384892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=4497388177202384892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4497388177202384892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4497388177202384892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-month-was-busy.html' title='April 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSblwc0hyI/AAAAAAAABB8/Awuz2OSi4zs/s72-c/IMG_2665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-6272913026217862466</id><published>2009-06-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:34:12.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2009</title><content type='html'>This was a fun month. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; started his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tball&lt;/span&gt; games. The kids started bonding with their new sister &amp;amp; also worked on finding their new position in the family. Things really seemed to get back to “normal” for us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347058164346178354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSREg80yzI/AAAAAAAABA8/a1F5CpSBRSI/s400/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I love &amp;amp; can't get enough of the new pictures from the first few weeks of life.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347058180890947506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSRFelZ77I/AAAAAAAABBU/Q3Wt1LyD0aM/s400/100_1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Vaughn is amazing &amp;amp; can handle all 3 from the get go. They sure do love their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSRE00s2KI/AAAAAAAABBE/ffKwqx37rDU/s1600-h/100_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347058169680812194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSRE00s2KI/AAAAAAAABBE/ffKwqx37rDU/s400/100_1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They feel so important helping out. Sometimes it makes more work for me but I love that they want to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSRFC8WdrI/AAAAAAAABBM/8o9CkOq4Qjw/s1600-h/100_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347058173470996146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSRFC8WdrI/AAAAAAAABBM/8o9CkOq4Qjw/s400/100_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were thrilled when I introduced bottle feeding. They thought it was so great that they could feed her too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; had about a 5 minute attention span. Her strengths are being charming, silly, creative, learing by observation &amp;amp; a real go getter...not holding still for long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347057116093401170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQHf54yFI/AAAAAAAABAU/dNX97nkUVwI/s400/100_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; I think has gotten the most out of the bonding experience with her. He is so incredibly patient with Scarlet &amp;amp; loves to just get in her face &amp;amp; giggle.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQIFgEKwI/AAAAAAAABAs/RC17FEaeU7s/s1600-h/100_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347057126185642754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQIFgEKwI/AAAAAAAABAs/RC17FEaeU7s/s400/100_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's so tiny, cute &amp;amp; has a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;demeanor&lt;/span&gt;. She is so calm &amp;amp; observant...a very happy baby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQHzw-Y9I/AAAAAAAABAk/cdzRKKEIu44/s1600-h/100_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347057121424729042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQHzw-Y9I/AAAAAAAABAk/cdzRKKEIu44/s400/100_1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; is my most spiritual child only because she is so deep, emotional &amp;amp; sensitive...she really feels it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is spiritual but has more of a factual, logical approach to religion &amp;amp; is good at memorizing verses &amp;amp; asking questions, etc. I've been going to a MOPS group &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; has a class there where it reinforces what she learns at home &amp;amp; church. Here she's showing off the rocks that she made...I think it was David &amp;amp; Goliath day if I remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQHggnwMI/AAAAAAAABAc/jOAPJK20weM/s1600-h/IMG_2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347057116255862978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQHggnwMI/AAAAAAAABAc/jOAPJK20weM/s400/IMG_2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is really taking to sports &amp;amp; the outdoors. He's really into bikes, learning to skateboard &amp;amp; falling off of things lately. Ashlyn's always been into that stuff so she's excited to have her brother accompany her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347057137055226418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSQIt_k2jI/AAAAAAAABA0/W5n8lqGQpUw/s400/100_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the Never Ending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tattoos&lt;/span&gt;. I told the kids when we put these on not to get attached to them because they were going to come off at bath time. I took this picture right before because I didn't want to hear the tears as to where they went. We scrubbed, &amp;amp; scrubbed...for weeks. Finally I took some baby oil to them but they seriously didn't come off with soap &amp;amp; water...not even a little bit. I think they lasted close to 4 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-6272913026217862466?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/6272913026217862466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=6272913026217862466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6272913026217862466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6272913026217862466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/06/march-2009.html' title='March 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSREg80yzI/AAAAAAAABA8/a1F5CpSBRSI/s72-c/IMG_1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-6097009478083129063</id><published>2009-06-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:43:16.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2009</title><content type='html'>This was obviously one of my favorite months this year, as we welcomed our baby Scarlet into the world. We decided for sure on her name in the hospital after she was born. We had gone back &amp;amp; forth but once we positively decided her middle name it really narrowed it down for us. Her middle name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rozell&lt;/span&gt;, named after her late grandmother. We can only hope that she’s half as sweet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347042893271373426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDLnw3lnI/AAAAAAAAA_s/94Z7djSyow4/s400/!cid_02be01c9ce9d%2473e36700%246501a8c0%40Chase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We've been trying harder to get pictures of our entire family at events instead of just the kids. It seems like for years one of us was always behind the camera. So unfortunately, you'll probably see a lot more of Vaughn and I than you'd prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDMHHRBKI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Ul9-BKs6beI/s1600-h/100_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347042901686813858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDMHHRBKI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Ul9-BKs6beI/s400/100_0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is it. I think this is one of the last belly shots before she was born. This is 5 days before the big day. It was a brutal pregnancy but so very worth it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDL-ZvwRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QzqbDGn6G0U/s1600-h/100_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347042899348406546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDL-ZvwRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QzqbDGn6G0U/s400/100_0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though I can't stand messes I insist on my kids making one on just about every holiday. They really enjoy it &amp;amp; I truly enjoy watching them having fun. Sometimes the cookies just don't look edible...I make my own.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347042906511494914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDMZFjzwI/AAAAAAAABAE/izwTPZ6-KJo/s400/100_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More Star Wars at our house. I don't know why I had the camera in the garage but they were dressed (or not dressed) as Jedi's who lost their hands in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347042910528049762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDMoDLkmI/AAAAAAAABAM/HGdZ9WpunvA/s400/100_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, our sweet little princess. Scarlet was born on February 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; she has been a real blessing. We love her so much &amp;amp; she makes our family feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040534294613538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBCT4-ziI/AAAAAAAAA_E/kz4T-i0aiXk/s400/IMG_1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5 of us. It's amazing how quickly our family has grown. We look forward to many new adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040534649359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBCVNjziI/AAAAAAAAA_M/B2m-HQ4DlQQ/s400/IMG00041-20090221-2239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately one of our new adventures included one to a children's hospital for a few days. Scarlet went home as scheduled only to be returned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoag&lt;/span&gt; Hospital because she momentarily stopped breathing. They transmitted her by ambulance to CHOC where she went through many tests &amp;amp; an IV that nobody could get in. You can see the IV that they finally put in her head after trying for probably about 6 hours at 2 hospitals with maybe 10+ people &amp;amp; each person doing multiple attempts. Her arm in this picture tells part of the story. She was a trooper &amp;amp; a strong little soul. Nothing ended up being wrong with her other than what we think was a "reflux episode" as we call them. We went through them with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; so it seemed somewhat familiar. One thing's for sure is they don't take any chances with a 2 day old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBCl13BJI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Iy5o21zveIA/s1600-h/100_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040539113358482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBCl13BJI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Iy5o21zveIA/s400/100_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so happy to bring her home. And this is what we came home to. Fortunately they are clean. Leave it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; to brighten things up &amp;amp; put a smile on your face. The kids were in a bit of a funk after us being gone &amp;amp; then back &amp;amp; then gone again. I don't think they trusted that we weren't leaving again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040544196454802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBC4xw6ZI/AAAAAAAAA_c/W4hNeJH0mJA/s400/100_0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is our little girl who slept quite a bit after we got back. We hadn't seen her crazy hair for days since she was all bandaged up. She has the most amazing head of hair out of all of our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBDOu50XI/AAAAAAAAA_k/VnMddFydCuw/s1600-h/100_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040550090035570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSBDOu50XI/AAAAAAAAA_k/VnMddFydCuw/s400/100_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And what did we do a week after we got back from the hospital?...started Little League. It wasn't even 10 days after Scarlet was born that we had all 3 kids at the field &amp;amp; we started our volunteer efforts including me being Team Mom. It was pretty crazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; was so proud to be in uniform on Opening Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-6097009478083129063?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/6097009478083129063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=6097009478083129063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6097009478083129063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6097009478083129063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/06/february-2009.html' title='February 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/SjSDLnw3lnI/AAAAAAAAA_s/94Z7djSyow4/s72-c/!cid_02be01c9ce9d%2473e36700%246501a8c0%40Chase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-1902201621441727026</id><published>2009-06-13T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:42:50.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>It has been so much fun going back through the months looking at all that we’ve been up to. So this is not just for everyone else but me too. I love to look back &amp;amp; see my favorite moments &amp;amp; pictures…especially since I’m not good about printing them from my computer. That’s one of my projects this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR807cj1yI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Zq8hzVvq3V0/s1600-h/100_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347035906348144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR807cj1yI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Zq8hzVvq3V0/s400/100_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn is really starting to draw recognizable figures. Unfortunately, she chose to do one of her best on something we couldn't keep...so I took a picture. Maybe it's just because I'm her mother but I see eyes, a mouth, kind of sort of a head &amp;amp; limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR81yF1fOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/VU_KhrrscWw/s1600-h/100_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347035921016782050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR81yF1fOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/VU_KhrrscWw/s400/100_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden &amp;amp; me on my birthday. Can you see #3 child? At this point she still didn't have a name. We had narrowed it down to 5 names, then switched those again and again in the last weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR81i-JW1I/AAAAAAAAA-0/elCEC0gzeXc/s1600-h/100_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347035916957997906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR81i-JW1I/AAAAAAAAA-0/elCEC0gzeXc/s400/100_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashlyn started a Mommy &amp;amp; Me ballet class. Fortunately they accepted Grandma's too because I'm not too swift on my feet even when I'm not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR81UHCDrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YUzT5wlkax4/s1600-h/100_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347035912968736434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR81UHCDrI/AAAAAAAAA-s/YUzT5wlkax4/s400/100_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This probably looks like a bizzar picture to most but it is so precious to me. I have a picture of me wearing my dad's shoes when I was little. It's amazing how big kids feel when they wear their parents shoes. The face is precious too. This is called "Anakin Skywalker when he's turning to the dark side", acording to Kaden. He calls them "mean eyebrows" &amp;amp; sometimes has me draw them on with eyeliner. He walks around with these arched eye brows swinging a light saber around. At this point he hadn't even seen Star Wars yet. He has been obsessed with it since he turned 4 last August &amp;amp; one of his grandparents bought him Lego Star Wars for his wii.&lt;br /&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/763508144569796866-1902201621441727026?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/1902201621441727026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=1902201621441727026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1902201621441727026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1902201621441727026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/06/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/SjR807cj1yI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Zq8hzVvq3V0/s72-c/100_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-9023074345924041250</id><published>2009-06-08T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:57:43.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of 2008</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a year since my last post. I got pregnant with our long awaited 3rd child &amp;amp; the blog updates halted immediately. Lots has happened in our lives since then so this post is just to close out the year from May - December 2008. Then I'll work on the 1st half of 2009 highllights. Hopefully I'll be able to update monthly from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cv_rV-pI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Wdc25d7hdoc/s1600-h/242_4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345030312375483026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cv_rV-pI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Wdc25d7hdoc/s400/242_4285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strawberry picking at Tanaka Farms in Irvine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvuI_YUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/wZylQB65KBQ/s1600-h/243_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345030307667992898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvuI_YUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/wZylQB65KBQ/s400/243_4323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids being creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvSbCRHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/b7X04W8jPPg/s1600-h/243_4344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345030300227486834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvSbCRHI/AAAAAAAAA9U/b7X04W8jPPg/s400/243_4344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kite flying at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvRsqZTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/8CCIIy2jOkw/s1600-h/243_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345030300032984370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvRsqZTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/8CCIIy2jOkw/s400/243_4367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden's love for "computer time". He discovered soda "Shirley Temple"...is it a wonder that Ashlyn discovered it at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvPYMiLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/z3Sq5581toA/s1600-h/243_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345030299410270386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cvPYMiLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/z3Sq5581toA/s400/243_4390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An accident...split the corner of her eye open &amp;amp; went to ER just to be safe. No stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1rkLzyI/AAAAAAAAA88/MEopKQDGpVs/s1600-h/243_4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029310544334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1rkLzyI/AAAAAAAAA88/MEopKQDGpVs/s400/243_4399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 6th anniversary, celebrated at Balboa Island. You can see where my little munchkins were born in the background.  Today happens to be our 7th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1IakS2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/2T-wQps5Tt4/s1600-h/245_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029301108755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1IakS2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/2T-wQps5Tt4/s400/245_4542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of many beach days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1dKmO-I/AAAAAAAAA80/N73GD_XiMEQ/s1600-h/244_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029306678918114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1dKmO-I/AAAAAAAAA80/N73GD_XiMEQ/s400/244_4429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of many Disneyland trips. We're renewing our passes in August if anyone wants to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1EjYtoI/AAAAAAAAA8s/JToxrSndbXw/s1600-h/244_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029300072003202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b1EjYtoI/AAAAAAAAA8s/JToxrSndbXw/s400/244_4490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many birthdays &amp;amp; celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b0xYaArI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ybhnGJ2tSVU/s1600-h/245_4591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029294925677234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1b0xYaArI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ybhnGJ2tSVU/s400/245_4591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More accidents...she's just our accident prone child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bKXDrSnI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NNZqimnwz0I/s1600-h/245_4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345028566304901746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bKXDrSnI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NNZqimnwz0I/s400/245_4598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden did so well in preschool last year. He learned so much &amp;amp; we were so proud of him. He still talks about his teacher a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bKJ09HOI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gLr9c6YlY3U/s1600-h/245_4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345028562753494242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bKJ09HOI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gLr9c6YlY3U/s400/245_4600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bKD1XZ9I/AAAAAAAAA8E/owU62NE8cpI/s1600-h/246_4656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345028561144604626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bKD1XZ9I/AAAAAAAAA8E/owU62NE8cpI/s400/246_4656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our kids at our old place. We sold our condo the 1st week it was listed. In this market you're just thankful, take it &amp;amp; find a place as fast as you can in 30 days. We are renting a house till we buy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bJ4tzlfI/AAAAAAAAA78/_9hqxRb4gj0/s1600-h/246_4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345028558160106994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bJ4tzlfI/AAAAAAAAA78/_9hqxRb4gj0/s400/246_4680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden &amp;amp; Vaughn with killer seats...they got them from Alyssa Milano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bJo3D_VI/AAAAAAAAA70/vPSl2QbRT8E/s1600-h/247_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345028553903963474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1bJo3D_VI/AAAAAAAAA70/vPSl2QbRT8E/s400/247_4721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice anyone special in the background? Good old Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345027235659397138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1Z86BEOBI/AAAAAAAAA7M/EcC4QUPu-e8/s400/248_4816.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is crazy. We celebrated Kaden's 4th &amp;amp; Ashlyn's 2nd birthday the weekend after we moved into our new place. We decided to have the party that morning. There were boxes everywhere. We had to send someone to the store because we couldn't find the box with the candles in it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345027240035527938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1Z9KUarQI/AAAAAAAAA7c/4QZfah5SNPA/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlyn loves animals. We live a bikeride away from a pond with ducks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345027244187529858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1Z9ZyVMoI/AAAAAAAAA7k/SytVhwDfbeU/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vaughn rides with the kids all the time. He's very involved in their lives.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345027240825815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1Z9NQ1g2I/AAAAAAAAA7U/xDbrcbgmS3I/s400/248_4828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My kids help me in the kitchen all the time...here it's stuffing shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345044187481844866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1pXoefLII/AAAAAAAAA90/iQ9VUi5Kp08/s400/251_5172_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Apple Picking at Oak Glenn. We also went to Utah around this time but the camera was on the blink. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045373197028354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1qcpnBDAI/AAAAAAAAA98/FWHxwr9rbGs/s400/!cid_003701c9ce69%24bba83220%246501a8c0%40Chase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kaden &amp;amp; Ashlyn around Christmas time. This one didn't make our holiday card but it's one of my favorites with Kaden practically strangling her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it...if it wasn't for scanning through pictures for this post I don't know if I would have remembered much of last year. I was so out of it with this pregnancy &amp;amp; had absolutely no energy. 2009 has been much better for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-9023074345924041250?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/9023074345924041250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=9023074345924041250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/9023074345924041250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/9023074345924041250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-of-2008.html' title='The rest of 2008'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</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/_x555sl5Qawc/Si1cv_rV-pI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Wdc25d7hdoc/s72-c/242_4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-2687235902925427406</id><published>2008-05-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:09:43.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm excited to announce that my sister &amp;amp; new brother-in-law got married this weekend at a beautiful place called Eucalyptus Lane in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt;, CA. It was a gorgeous day &amp;amp; the event was wonderful. I'm very happy for them to start their new life &amp;amp; have our families merged together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb72Exx-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/5ZPhPAon_4I/s1600-h/240_4048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199366115996846050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb72Exx-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/5ZPhPAon_4I/s400/240_4048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; waiting for us girls to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb72Exx_I/AAAAAAAAAns/HYDQaVlDpjE/s1600-h/240_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199366115996846066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb72Exx_I/AAAAAAAAAns/HYDQaVlDpjE/s400/240_4059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He made a very precious ring bearer &amp;amp; flower girl I might add. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; refused to carry the basket so he carried both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb8GExyAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kOCZl6ZjPWo/s1600-h/240_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199366120291813378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb8GExyAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kOCZl6ZjPWo/s400/240_4060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan's son Donovan &amp;amp; his brother Jesse. I'm very blessed to have Donovan as my first nephew on my side of the family. He is very kind &amp;amp; a true sweetheart. My children adore him &amp;amp; he's an awesome kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb8WExyBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IiTg9ttxpTI/s1600-h/240_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199366124586780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb8WExyBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IiTg9ttxpTI/s400/240_4061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking the bride down the isle to an instrumental version of "Someday My Prince Will Come". April has long awaited her fairytale wedding &amp;amp; she got it prince &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbjmExx6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/I7tCil-oU8w/s1600-h/240_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365699385018274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbjmExx6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/I7tCil-oU8w/s400/240_4062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their wedding vows were beautiful &amp;amp; the ceremony was officiated by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbj2Exx7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dbFOitrBgFw/s1600-h/240_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365703679985586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbj2Exx7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dbFOitrBgFw/s400/240_4063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me as the Matron of Honor &amp;amp; my children &amp;amp; husband in the background. April &amp;amp; Dan set the bench in the back for the kids but they wouldn't sit there without Vaughn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbkGExx8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/bBV-5484Xzc/s1600-h/240_4069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365707974952898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbkGExx8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/bBV-5484Xzc/s400/240_4069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;, Me &amp;amp; Vaughn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; was playing in the bushes &amp;amp; dirtying his tux as little boys should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbkWExx9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ErLod0Ux4NI/s1600-h/240_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365712269920210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbkWExx9I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ErLod0Ux4NI/s400/240_4071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mother of the bride (my mom) &amp;amp; her other son-in-law (my hubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vaughn&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBGExx2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DyHfrMOmyP4/s1600-h/240_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365106679531362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBGExx2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DyHfrMOmyP4/s400/240_4075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flower girl eating a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBGExx3I/AAAAAAAAAms/g76904AfxoU/s1600-h/240_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365106679531378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBGExx3I/AAAAAAAAAms/g76904AfxoU/s400/240_4083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his favorite drink...lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBmExx4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/l1vD-CQmq5E/s1600-h/240_4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365115269465986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBmExx4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/l1vD-CQmq5E/s400/240_4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jason having a good time. Jason is a long time friend to Vaughn &amp;amp; I, a great friend of the family &amp;amp; was one of the best men in our wedding. As usual he came to the rescue &amp;amp; was a lifesaver at my sister's wedding.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBmExx5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/PHuW1FPxiwU/s1600-h/240_4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199365115269466002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfbBmExx5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/PHuW1FPxiwU/s400/240_4097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; playing with a barrel. She still has pneumonia so she wasn't quite herself. Not that it would have changed much but it was sad to see her so ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfah2ExxxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dkaRUESjIRE/s1600-h/240_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364569808619282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfah2ExxxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dkaRUESjIRE/s400/240_4092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe it's because the cake was so beautiful that I couldn't screw up the photo but don't you think I should be a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfah2ExxyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eZ3SJth08v4/s1600-h/241_4101e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364569808619298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfah2ExxyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eZ3SJth08v4/s400/241_4101e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The happy &amp;amp; beautiful bride. I must apologize for the few pics of the bride &amp;amp; groom but wrangling kids &amp;amp; trying to take photos is a tough task. I left the important shots for the photographer &amp;amp; just took a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;candids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfaiGExxzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0vY-PpLhCPI/s1600-h/Copy+of+241_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364574103586610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfaiGExxzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0vY-PpLhCPI/s400/Copy+of+241_4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom's best friend Darlene, me &amp;amp; crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;. I've known Darlene my entire life &amp;amp; she's credited with arriving at the hospital before my mom when either my sister or myself was born (I can't remember which). She's been a wonderful friend to the family &amp;amp; a great support system for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfaiGExx0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/cZTuFufuEws/s1600-h/Copy+of+241_4122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364574103586626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfaiGExx0I/AAAAAAAAAmU/cZTuFufuEws/s400/Copy+of+241_4122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason, April &amp;amp; Vaughn...like the good old days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfaimExx1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/LRAizQz_Uic/s1600-h/241_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199364582693521234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfaimExx1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/LRAizQz_Uic/s400/241_4128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The newly weds off in their chariot...or shall I say "Tina". Dan is obsessed with his car so in fear of my life, I didn't make any plans on decorating it.&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/763508144569796866-2687235902925427406?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/2687235902925427406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=2687235902925427406' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2687235902925427406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2687235902925427406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-day.html' title='The Wedding Day'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfb72Exx-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/5ZPhPAon_4I/s72-c/240_4048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-4090497976570492668</id><published>2008-05-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:31:54.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More wedding events...The Rehearsal &amp; Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;...we finally made it to this long awaited weekend. I'm sure over the next few weeks I'll have more wedding pics than you would really like to see.  These are just from my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfRd2ExxoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JxjYQ7O3lLk/s1600-h/239_3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199354605484492418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfRd2ExxoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JxjYQ7O3lLk/s400/239_3982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April &amp;amp; Dan, the happy couple at the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfReGExxpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F_fBbKxlMMI/s1600-h/239_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199354609779459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfReGExxpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F_fBbKxlMMI/s400/239_3988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters at the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfReGExxqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dGvX0pFPp6g/s1600-h/239_4000c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199354609779459746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfReGExxqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dGvX0pFPp6g/s400/239_4000c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family at the rehearsal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfRemExxrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1KVwOEpsGy4/s1600-h/240_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199354618369394354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfRemExxrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1KVwOEpsGy4/s400/240_4005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last dinner together before the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjWExxjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/odGMRgngiac/s1600-h/240_4032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353600462145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjWExxjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/odGMRgngiac/s400/240_4032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Donovan ready to be official cousins.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjWExxkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/udHzb3hX7WE/s1600-h/240_4039c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353600462145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjWExxkI/AAAAAAAAAkU/udHzb3hX7WE/s400/240_4039c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, my Mom &amp;amp; Sis. Do we look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjmExxlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3IrpYDxfAww/s1600-h/240_4035c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353604757112402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjmExxlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3IrpYDxfAww/s400/240_4035c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm a Daddy's Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjmExxmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/D_S6zlCVPk4/s1600-h/240_4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353604757112418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQjmExxmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/D_S6zlCVPk4/s400/240_4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My immediate Step-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt;...Mike, me, Dad, April, Crystal &amp;amp; Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQj2ExxnI/AAAAAAAAAks/gLRKQTwZL0Q/s1600-h/240_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199353609052079730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfQj2ExxnI/AAAAAAAAAks/gLRKQTwZL0Q/s400/240_4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Uncle John...we are only 7 years apart in age &amp;amp; almost like siblings.&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/763508144569796866-4090497976570492668?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/4090497976570492668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=4090497976570492668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4090497976570492668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4090497976570492668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-wedding-eventsthe-rehearsal-dinner.html' title='More wedding events...The Rehearsal &amp; Dinner'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCfRd2ExxoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JxjYQ7O3lLk/s72-c/239_3982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-1289128485317595221</id><published>2008-05-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:39:16.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Ashlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So as many of you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; is our child that keeps us hopping. She can be the sweetest little thing &amp;amp; then moments later turn on a total attitude. She brings a lot of love &amp;amp; excitement into our home and we adore her to pieces. The poor thing has a touch of pneumonia so please keep her in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics that I couldn't help but share because they are so true to her personality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtYFuvC-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/mCHpe6LtUmk/s1600-h/238_3881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485336840571874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtYFuvC-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/mCHpe6LtUmk/s400/238_3881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because apparently in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; world, french fries need to be cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtMFuvC5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0CrEs4vGUiw/s1600-h/238_3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485130682141586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtMFuvC5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/0CrEs4vGUiw/s400/238_3833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to say she was kidding but she wasn't. She ate lunch just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The following are a sequence of pictures showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; sudden change in expression. Please note that all 4 of these were taken over a span of 30 seconds. Her mood can switch very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtM1uvC6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/0vajhs_36Eg/s1600-h/239_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485143567043490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtM1uvC6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/0vajhs_36Eg/s400/239_3905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtNFuvC7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/PuOJiVdxzrA/s1600-h/239_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485147862010802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtNFuvC7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/PuOJiVdxzrA/s400/239_3906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly and sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtNluvC8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o7Ndf9K5fOw/s1600-h/239_3907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485156451945410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtNluvC8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/o7Ndf9K5fOw/s400/239_3907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The look (I must have said something she didn't like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtN1uvC9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/d458X0dzyTc/s1600-h/239_3908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197485160746912722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtN1uvC9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/d458X0dzyTc/s400/239_3908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little stinker face saying "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of looking at you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-1289128485317595221?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/1289128485317595221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=1289128485317595221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1289128485317595221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1289128485317595221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-ashlyn.html' title='Little Ashlyn'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SCEtYFuvC-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/mCHpe6LtUmk/s72-c/238_3881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-2222268288868874076</id><published>2008-05-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:06:58.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation in the Florida Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pics from our vacation. Looks like we had a lot of fun. I'll tell the detailed story at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773609220016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6mEFuvCtI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mc0-FID3WFw/s400/238_3885.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Ashlyn at Hawks Cay resort in Duck Key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773613514984162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6mEVuvCuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/jp5r7cKynFk/s400/238_3886.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My sweeties actually fell asleep side by side. Never thought I'd ever get a picture like this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773617809951474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6mEluvCvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cK5-edjUtVI/s400/238_3889.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaden loved the pool &amp;amp; was swimming everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196773626399886082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6mFFuvCwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Br90SVE6grU/s400/238_3897.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ashlyn was a freak in the water. She kept diving off the steps into the deeper water &amp;amp; didn't care if I was ready to catch her or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196775103868635986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6nbFuvC1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/VdpxNUaXHi8/s400/238_3900e.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ashlyn &amp;amp; daddy in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196775108163603298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6nbVuvC2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/8JQRLusCMpQ/s400/239_3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kaden was so excited to paddle. This is the only event he truly wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196775121048505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6ncFuvC4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/CM0G2ck0Sr0/s400/239_3937.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Long story made short. Kaden wanted to go in the "boat". Daddy couldn't keep the kayak from tipping over. So mommy ends up paddling the kids around the lagoon. Not my idea but somehow I got stuck with the exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196774674371906322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6nCFuvCxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/q4NZuKchQLg/s400/239_3942.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ashlyn getting a kick out of feeding the sea gulls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196774682961840930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6nCluvCyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Q3X-uR2fB40/s400/239_3955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She was running around smiling &amp;amp; squealing with delight. Looks like some scary movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196774687256808242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6nC1uvCzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dOuzKvNNXf4/s400/239_3958.JPG" border="0" /&gt; For some reason only known to Ashlyn, she decided to run around chasing the birds with forks. Too bad I didn't think of it earlier. The aggressive birds were freaked out &amp;amp; left. She is truly our wild &amp;amp; crazy girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196774691551775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6nDFuvC0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/D4tRr7fYBLM/s400/239_3966.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kaden &amp;amp; Ashlyn spraying daddy in the pirate ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the "real" story is that Vaughn had a 3 day work conference at the resort. We left our place on Sunday at 8:30am and arrived in Miami, FL around 10:00pm. To get to our resort it was a 2 hour drive turned into a 3 hour drive due to a driver that was going about 1 mile per hour under the speed limit, didn't know about the back road &amp;amp; got a little lost. So around 1:00 am we arrived at the resort &amp;amp; Kaden puked all over the car seat as we pulled up. We get checked in, arrive at our hotel room only to find the bed in the middle of the room. We go to clean Kaden off in the tub &amp;amp; discovered there's only a shower. We got situated &amp;amp; went to sleep waking up Monday to Kaden not feeling well. We thought it was motion sickness until it kept going through Tuesday. Tuesday night I brought him to the emergency room while Vaughn was on a boat ride with his work. Scrambling by myself to find a ride to a little hospital south of where we were staying we finally got there &amp;amp; his temp read 102.9. Found out he had a double ear infection from the plane &amp;amp; they gave him a shot of antibiotics. Wednesday Kaden felt a lot better &amp;amp; we went swimming &amp;amp; to a little water park. I got a massage, Vaughn went fishing &amp;amp; then had his last work function. Thursday we laid low, swam a little, had dinner &amp;amp; Kaden continued vomiting. I was calling the Dr's in California because he started throwing up a little blood &amp;amp; hadn't held anything down for over 4 days. They said take him to emergency again. I was there till 4 am getting him an IV of fluids, antibiotics, blood tests &amp;amp; xrays. Turns out he had a UTI and the antibiotics weren't strong enough to kick all 3 infections. Finally on Friday we were able to vacation at the beautiful resort. We had a blast &amp;amp; made the best of our time together. All in all it was great to get away. Vaughn had a great conference &amp;amp; enjoyed his time with the kids. We are extremely happy to be home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-2222268288868874076?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/2222268288868874076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=2222268288868874076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2222268288868874076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2222268288868874076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation-in-florida-keys.html' title='Vacation in the Florida Keys'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB6mEFuvCtI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mc0-FID3WFw/s72-c/238_3885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-1629071720887041796</id><published>2008-04-26T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:52:30.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Bachelorette Party in Santa Ynez</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful day &amp;amp; a fun one just before the big event! Lots &amp;amp; lots of driving but it was worth it for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sis. I can't believe she's getting married in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5MfluvCsI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aPIYD6Iw43c/s1600-h/238_3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196675125619919554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5MfluvCsI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aPIYD6Iw43c/s320/238_3863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April are you pouting or flirting?...I can't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5MJluvCnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EDH_xyu2kuI/s1600-h/238_3852e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196674747662797426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5MJluvCnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EDH_xyu2kuI/s320/238_3852e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters having fun at a winery&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5MK1uvCpI/AAAAAAAAAfM/10CmHMjJ9ew/s1600-h/238_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5ML1uvCqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Oyz3kpxVI-Y/s1600-h/238_3879e.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5ML1uvCrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Rd_4FnwZlOY/s1600-h/238_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196674786317503154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5ML1uvCrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Rd_4FnwZlOY/s320/238_3880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part was ordering too many sweets at a bakery.&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/763508144569796866-1629071720887041796?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/1629071720887041796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=1629071720887041796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1629071720887041796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/1629071720887041796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprils-bachelorette-party-in-santa-ynez.html' title='April&apos;s Bachelorette Party in Santa Ynez'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SB5MfluvCsI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aPIYD6Iw43c/s72-c/238_3863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-632622971491094173</id><published>2008-04-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:54:31.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing super exciting, just busy as usual at the Chase House. Here are some pictures that actually remind me of what I've been running around doing in the last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192957629561768530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEXc1uvClI/AAAAAAAAAes/3EuXEMilMaI/s320/235_3600.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kids swim lessons are going great. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; turning into a little fish &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; can float on her back all by herself for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192949958750177714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQeVuvCbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3HERBQxCtIQ/s320/236_3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; pretending to be like daddy going on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQe1uvCcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/EWVGFjFQEig/s1600-h/236_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192949967340112322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQe1uvCcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/EWVGFjFQEig/s320/236_3671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; getting the chip on his front tooth fixed. Fortunately he didn't need any shots. They gave him a little grape smelling "laughing gas" to ease the anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQhFuvCdI/AAAAAAAAAds/aPu66kx8_ak/s1600-h/236_3675e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192950005994818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQhFuvCdI/AAAAAAAAAds/aPu66kx8_ak/s320/236_3675e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; at the park with one of his best buddies Sonja. Their birthdays are only 10 days apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQhVuvCeI/AAAAAAAAAd0/uNErjQo11dQ/s1600-h/235_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192950010289785314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQhVuvCeI/AAAAAAAAAd0/uNErjQo11dQ/s320/235_3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; new hobby includes an underwear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fetish&lt;/span&gt;. They're on all wrong but she did it herself &amp;amp; was very proud. I guess I shouldn't hang my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;delicates&lt;/span&gt; out to dry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQhluvCfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4n0scaHmRSw/s1600-h/236_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192950014584752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEQhluvCfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4n0scaHmRSw/s320/236_3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; underwear. She got them on okay then decided she wanted to try and use the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP6FuvCXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VE7ZABiiEaM/s1600-h/237_3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192949335979919730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP6FuvCXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VE7ZABiiEaM/s320/237_3703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; lives at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP6luvCYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x6i3UYARHKY/s1600-h/237_3745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192949344569854338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP6luvCYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x6i3UYARHKY/s320/237_3745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My most exhausting effort this month has been towards my sister's upcoming wedding. Here's a pic from her shower which went really well but I'm so glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP6luvCZI/AAAAAAAAAdM/x_DJNACbNzk/s1600-h/237_3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192949344569854354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP6luvCZI/AAAAAAAAAdM/x_DJNACbNzk/s320/237_3781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April sent me a yummy edible arrangement basket &amp;amp; the only evidence that this was a chocolate covered strawberry is the piece on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; shirt &amp;amp; mess around his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP61uvCaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pCCF-sQ7Lz0/s1600-h/237_3782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192949348864821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEP61uvCaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pCCF-sQ7Lz0/s320/237_3782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; ate the chocolate off of each strawberry she'd happily pick another one and do the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEPaVuvCUI/AAAAAAAAAck/onya-FvM_BE/s1600-h/237_3796e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192948790519073090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEPaVuvCUI/AAAAAAAAAck/onya-FvM_BE/s320/237_3796e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl, Kelly, Me, Kim &amp;amp; Stephanie at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shakey's&lt;/span&gt; surprise party. Sorry, didn't get a pic of the guys or the kids...maybe on Kim or Kelly's blog.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEPaluvCVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/f4Qmk_YiK7c/s1600-h/238_3819e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192948794814040402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEPaluvCVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/f4Qmk_YiK7c/s320/238_3819e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us at Kristi &amp;amp; Ryan's wedding.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEPa1uvCWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/eHl5D03T6_Y/s1600-h/238_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192948799109007714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEPa1uvCWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/eHl5D03T6_Y/s320/238_3821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys look so handsome in their tuxedos. &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/763508144569796866-632622971491094173?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/632622971491094173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=632622971491094173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/632622971491094173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/632622971491094173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/04/updated-pictures.html' title='Updated pictures'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SBEXc1uvClI/AAAAAAAAAes/3EuXEMilMaI/s72-c/235_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-3605697262043608294</id><published>2008-04-23T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:42:45.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Late Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our Easter was great...came a little too early for us but it was wonderful &amp;amp; fun filled. We started it off with going to my sister's soon to be in-laws the day before. They have a huge lot with horses, chickens, dogs &amp;amp; turtles. We had an egg hunt followed by another one at my parent's house. The next day Church, Easter day at our place with my mom &amp;amp; then Easter baskets for the kids at the Chase Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; had a much better understanding this year about that Jesus died on the cross, that the tomb is empty &amp;amp; that He rose from the dead. In fact, I got corrected one night when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; was scared of the dark &amp;amp; I told him Jesus was with him. He yelled out "No He's not He's in heaven!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PoVuvCSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d_d_7-afMN4/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192597187316353314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PoVuvCSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d_d_7-afMN4/s320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids loved feeding the tortoises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192597187316353298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PoVuvCRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xyepg9Tc_jw/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PoluvCTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SZWElEm0hKI/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192597191611320626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PoluvCTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SZWElEm0hKI/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picking fresh eggs from the hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PUVuvCOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4rwEiKDPX90/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192596843718969570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PUVuvCOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4rwEiKDPX90/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter egg hunting took forever in that huge backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PVVuvCPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/kYrATgfiqcQ/s1600-h/236_3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192596860898838770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PVVuvCPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/kYrATgfiqcQ/s320/236_3640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; wanting to open candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PVluvCQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r8KPG3E8RiI/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192596865193806082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PVluvCQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r8KPG3E8RiI/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; with her basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_Op1uvCKI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pJCwY6125AE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192596113574529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_Op1uvCKI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pJCwY6125AE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Grandparents, more eggs &amp;amp; more candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_OqVuvCLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_9PvUxEk-aw/s1600-h/236_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192596122164463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_OqVuvCLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_9PvUxEk-aw/s320/236_3648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What I came down to on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_OqluvCMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HWPT3BQLg34/s1600-h/236_3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_Oq1uvCNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/g90BMvPny1Y/s1600-h/236_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192596130754398418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_Oq1uvCNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/g90BMvPny1Y/s320/236_3670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it's kind of a big Easter gift but we couldn't wait till their birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-3605697262043608294?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/3605697262043608294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=3605697262043608294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3605697262043608294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3605697262043608294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-late-easter-pictures.html' title='Very Late Easter Pictures'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/SA_PoVuvCSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/d_d_7-afMN4/s72-c/33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-675879316790945468</id><published>2008-03-17T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:01:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WLeFW7DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NHVNgYz-DVM/s1600-h/235_3555.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178952851553446962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WLeFW7DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NHVNgYz-DVM/s320/235_3555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shamrock cookies in the making, with the help of my eighth to a quarter Irish Leprechauns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WLuFW7EI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IHh76gxCjg4/s1600-h/235_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178952855848414274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WLuFW7EI/AAAAAAAAAbE/IHh76gxCjg4/s320/235_3564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; wanted to decorate with rainbow sprinkles &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; dumped about 3 tablespoons of green sprinkles on hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WL-FW7FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/PpKx157bZ7g/s1600-h/235_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178952860143381586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WL-FW7FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/PpKx157bZ7g/s320/235_3587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he best part...showing all of us while eating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-675879316790945468?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/675879316790945468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=675879316790945468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/675879316790945468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/675879316790945468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99WLeFW7DI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NHVNgYz-DVM/s72-c/235_3555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-2417856367133024629</id><published>2008-03-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:40:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday was a big day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Charlie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178944626691075090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99OsuFW7BI/AAAAAAAAAas/y-ZgRgbcFv8/s320/235_3541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; had her first swim lesson which was rather successful considering she cried "mama" during most of the lesson. She was so mad at me when the lesson was done that she held her hand over her face &amp;amp; wouldn't look at me. Later when I asked her if she went swimming all she said was "ya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99Os-FW7CI/AAAAAAAAAa0/u8YXeWPb9gU/s1600-h/235_3547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178944630986042402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99Os-FW7CI/AAAAAAAAAa0/u8YXeWPb9gU/s320/235_3547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got Charlie "fixed", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;microchipped&lt;/span&gt; and her dewclaws removed all in one shot. She hates the cone &amp;amp; runs into everything. It's going to be a long two weeks for this girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-2417856367133024629?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/2417856367133024629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=2417856367133024629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2417856367133024629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2417856367133024629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-friday.html' title='Big Friday'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R99OsuFW7BI/AAAAAAAAAas/y-ZgRgbcFv8/s72-c/235_3541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-7126571405884442738</id><published>2008-03-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:55:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure as a single parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So Vaughn was out of town leaving us to fend for ourselves once again. Apparently I don't have this parenting thing down because if I could tell you the mini disasters that happened while he was gone you would wonder what on earth I was doing &amp;amp; who was watching the kids. I only wish I took pictures of everything because it would be much more entertaining than listening to my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Vaughn off at the airport &amp;amp; then went home to play outside. They look pretty innocent so far but they are plotting against me in their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqBuFW63I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1G6hb6F-oak/s1600-h/234_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177074718189480818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqBuFW63I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1G6hb6F-oak/s320/234_3500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came inside I went upstairs for maybe 3 - 5 minutes at most. I could hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; playing and laughing but nothing out of the ordinary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; said "mommy I can't open this can you help me?", so I came down. When I walked down the stairs I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; sitting on the staircase &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; handing him items out of my makeup bag. Fortunately what he couldn't open was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nail polish&lt;/span&gt;. He used my eye liner, mascara, eye shadow, concealer &amp;amp; lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqCOFW64I/AAAAAAAAAZk/t03hc5Gfawo/s1600-h/235_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177074726779415426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqCOFW64I/AAAAAAAAAZk/t03hc5Gfawo/s320/235_3511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; had a preschool field trip at Centennial Farm. It was a lot of fun but when 60+ kids are wearing the same colored shirt it's hard to keep track of which one's yours. Plus it was hot (which I never do well in the heat) &amp;amp; they placed the picnic benches next to mud filled grass. The kids pants, the stroller &amp;amp; all of our shoes were caked with mud. Lots of fun for me when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqCuFW65I/AAAAAAAAAZs/LmjCUUmomWI/s1600-h/235_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177074735369350034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqCuFW65I/AAAAAAAAAZs/LmjCUUmomWI/s320/235_3519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; completely passed out on the way home. She looks like I felt. Notice her upside down glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqDOFW66I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gSQ6XZMGjWk/s1600-h/235_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177074743959284642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqDOFW66I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/gSQ6XZMGjWk/s320/235_3527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; didn't nap &amp;amp; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; got up she was full of it. I decided I needed a treat so I got to making some banana bread. Apparently it doesn't help to have your child sitting at your feet if you're not paying attention to what they are doing down there! I thought she was just playing with measuring cups but didn't know that she snatched the flour off of the island behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqD-FW67I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Mxz15ufmzvQ/s1600-h/235_3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177074756844186546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqD-FW67I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Mxz15ufmzvQ/s320/235_3531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided to get the bread into the oven before cleaning up the mess. Big mistake! Charlie came in and started licking the flour up. Between her and the kids it got everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9irrOFW69I/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PDuvCnbqqk/s1600-h/235_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177076530665679826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9irrOFW69I/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PDuvCnbqqk/s320/235_3537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; thought it was so funny to watch Charlie that he started licking up the flour too. He doesn't normally do those types of things...that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9irrOFW69I/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PDuvCnbqqk/s1600-h/235_3537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9irquFW68I/AAAAAAAAAaE/eJFHdDtAjRQ/s1600-h/235_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177076522075745218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9irquFW68I/AAAAAAAAAaE/eJFHdDtAjRQ/s320/235_3535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that the day before I actually cleaned the floor under my stove by pulling out the drawer, sweeping, washing...I don't know why I even try sometimes. That evening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; decided to pull a full box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Capellini&lt;/span&gt; off the counter...right before my very eyes. Little pieces of broken pasta everywhere. I was so exhausted it wasn't even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time today came around I thought I would be free &amp;amp; clear. Didn't go anywhere, didn't try to do anything, just tried to repair the damage to the house before we picked Vaughn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was napping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went outside to throw the ball for Charlie. We have a strict leash law in our complex so I keep Charlie on a 50ft makeshift leash even while playing with her. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;misjudged&lt;/span&gt; and threw the ball past the leash length only to get yanked off my feet and drug across the grass by a 60 pound dog. I bruised my elbow, got a grass stain on my jeans &amp;amp; worst of all the incident was witnessed by a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all...several minutes later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; got wrapped up in her leash &amp;amp; has a rope burn from the friction &amp;amp; huge bruises from where it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;synched&lt;/span&gt; around his ankles. It looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; but surprisingly he didn't complain after I was able to untie him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line..............I don't think Vaughn should leave anymore. Apparently I'm not capable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-7126571405884442738?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/7126571405884442738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=7126571405884442738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7126571405884442738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7126571405884442738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/03/failure-as-single-parent.html' title='Failure as a single parent'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R9iqBuFW63I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1G6hb6F-oak/s72-c/234_3500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-2395984343440920984</id><published>2008-03-01T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:22:41.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to the California Speedway in Fontana to watch Vaughn's brother ride in a real racecar. Kaden was really into the scene for about 15 minutes then decided it was more fun to play with his Nevada cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8x1EGeH1HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-elhzl8GOcQ/s1600-h/234_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173638785258738802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8x1EGeH1HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-elhzl8GOcQ/s320/234_3459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden posing in front of the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173639223345403058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8x1dmeH1LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_34IOWon900/s320/234_3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ammon getting ready for his big ride. This was such a cool gift Katie...I think Vaughn was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8x1HGeH1KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/C4IJtTU_L2U/s1600-h/234_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173638836798346402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8x1HGeH1KI/AAAAAAAAAZM/C4IJtTU_L2U/s320/234_3470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the highlight for the kids was the tailgate party in the back of Vaughn's truck. They had so much fun hanging out together.  Can you tell which kid belongs to me?...Hmmm&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/763508144569796866-2395984343440920984?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/2395984343440920984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=2395984343440920984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2395984343440920984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2395984343440920984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-saturday-we-went-to-california.html' title=''/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8x1EGeH1HI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-elhzl8GOcQ/s72-c/234_3459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-6797330134899784117</id><published>2008-02-29T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:54:36.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slow to post but I'm getting these on here eventually. Besides still recovering from that nasty January flu, we had a wonderful month filled with lots of events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKv2eH1CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/b-cqSRrk328/s1600-h/233_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173029307924599842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKv2eH1CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/b-cqSRrk328/s320/233_3305.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On one of our hot February days we went to the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173029303629632530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKvmeH1BI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nZJtEaALaMw/s320/232_3294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Surfer girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking like a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKv2eH1DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bYN_TEQhtwQ/s1600-h/233_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173029307924599858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKv2eH1DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bYN_TEQhtwQ/s320/233_3355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My valentine sweeties enjoying sticky but yummy suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKwWeH1EI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UA0PWx0H0nc/s1600-h/233_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173029316514534466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKwWeH1EI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UA0PWx0H0nc/s320/233_3364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smiling during swim lessons. We start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in March so we'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKwmeH1FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PLz_m8l2XXk/s1600-h/233_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173029320809501778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKwmeH1FI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PLz_m8l2XXk/s320/233_3379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lechuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grandparents landed Grandpa in the ball house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKC2eH08I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Lz0TyTels5Y/s1600-h/233_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173028534830486466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKC2eH08I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Lz0TyTels5Y/s320/233_3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rainy days make great puddles. Where else could you possibly live where you can drive to the snow, the beach &amp;amp; play in the rain all within a 4 week period?  We've got all the best right here in So Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKDWeH09I/AAAAAAAAAXk/HCSkfhl5H3Y/s1600-h/234_3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173028543420421074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKDWeH09I/AAAAAAAAAXk/HCSkfhl5H3Y/s320/234_3407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; newest hobby. Do I see future makeup artist?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173029479723291746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pK52eH1GI/AAAAAAAAAYs/EffD7EMizQM/s320/234_3412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Benihana's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Grandpa Stephen's Birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved watching them cook the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKDmeH0-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/eDQ47_qH6K4/s1600-h/234_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173028547715388386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKDmeH0-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/eDQ47_qH6K4/s320/234_3410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He actually got the hang of the chopsticks too with a little help from some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rubber bands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKEGeH0_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3J2E5ttLeWU/s1600-h/234_3421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173028556305322994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKEGeH0_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3J2E5ttLeWU/s320/234_3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For career day at school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted to wear a work shirt like Daddy. I must say this was his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; choice since I wouldn't let him go dressed up as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heard "let me take a picture" &amp;amp; insisted on being part of the backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKEGeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yrixvZiNsy4/s1600-h/234_3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173028556305323010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKEGeH1AI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yrixvZiNsy4/s320/234_3433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another half birthday. One thing I've learned is you can't do something for one kid and not for the other...at least when you have a 3 1/2 year old around. They catch you on everything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried so hard to blow out her 1 1/2 candles but she had to get help from big brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-6797330134899784117?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/6797330134899784117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=6797330134899784117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6797330134899784117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6797330134899784117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/02/fabulous-february.html' title='Fabulous February'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R8pKv2eH1CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/b-cqSRrk328/s72-c/233_3305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-6951077592236058897</id><published>2008-02-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:49:54.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So you're probably thinking...how many birthdays can they have in a row? Today Kaden turned 3 1/2 which really doesn't mark much except he was so freakin excited. For about a month now Kaden's been talking about how he's going to be 3 1/2 and then he'll be 4. So on that note we let him have a little fun today with dinner at Rubys on the pier &amp;amp; a cake with 3 and a half candles...we called it "3 1/2 day".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GyDcuZOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xg89Zfo5S_E/s1600-h/232_3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GkjcuZJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iHpj1cl2PpA/s1600-h/232_3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861941468783762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GkjcuZJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iHpj1cl2PpA/s320/232_3283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden insisted that there were 4 candles and not 3 1/2...apparently he's got his mom's personality and didn't see the humor in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GmDcuZKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9_HuWk6yhzc/s1600-h/232_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861967238587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GmDcuZKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9_HuWk6yhzc/s320/232_3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Past their bedtime we let him blow out candles but we didn't sing because it's not his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GmjcuZLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-MCpIQDBBNQ/s1600-h/230_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861975828522162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GmjcuZLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-MCpIQDBBNQ/s320/230_3036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you're ever wondering these are called Kaden's "Handsome Pajamas". We told him one time that he looked handsome in them &amp;amp; ever since he won't call them anything else. Sometimes they are in the wash &amp;amp; it takes a lot of work to get him into other Pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GnDcuZMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pdDOwyJwUZE/s1600-h/230_3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861984418456770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GnDcuZMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pdDOwyJwUZE/s320/230_3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a ham!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GnzcuZNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pvPPCnGyiKs/s1600-h/232_3236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164861997303358674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GnzcuZNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pvPPCnGyiKs/s320/232_3236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have matching Pj's and they are so cute. If one's wearing them the other has to too. Isn't it funny what kids find important? If the only thing I had to worry about is what I wear to bed.&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/763508144569796866-6951077592236058897?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/6951077592236058897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=6951077592236058897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6951077592236058897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6951077592236058897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-another-birthday.html' title='Not Another Birthday'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R61GkjcuZJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iHpj1cl2PpA/s72-c/232_3283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-7115266945737529205</id><published>2008-02-01T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:56:06.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice's 30th Birthday</title><content type='html'>So I joined the 30's club. I can only imagine what the next decade has in store for me. The 20's flew by so fast and were filled with so many BIG events. To celebrate we went to Big Bear for a weekend with our family, my mom, my sister &amp;amp; her fiancé, my soon to be nephew (at least officially), &amp;amp; my uncle (who was really raised more like a brother to me). And besides the kids and I recovering from a terrible flu, we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real birthday (Tuesday) followed with Vaughn leaving town at 6:45am that morning for 4 days; going to Crystal Court at South Coast Plaza with Patience &amp;amp; all her girls; my son throwing a tantrum in Ruby's; Ashlyn getting lost in H&amp;M; and then my sister coming down that night for a take out dinner at one of my favorite restaurants Basilico's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day (Wednesday) we had a playdate at my friend's house where my car battery died. Later that night Ashlyn got her finger crushed in the hinge side of a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time Thursday came around I was happy to send Kaden off to school only to take Ashlyn to have x-rays done on her finger. Fortunately Uncle Dan came down to help with the chaos (he's really good at bringing candy for bribery). Nothing's broken just a nasty looking nail. That night I went out to dinner with Vaughn's parents for my birthday only to have Kaden throw another tantrum on the bathroom floor of Souplantation &amp;amp; in the restaurant (he hasn't been quite right since the flu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I took Kaden to swim &amp;amp; he kept complaining that he was cold and had water in his eyes. After washing his swim trunks I realized that they were completely bleached from the chlorine in the water. Poor guy just didn't use the right words to tell me that he was stinging. I made him go all the way through Costco on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaughn came home that night and boy were we glad to see him. The kids are now back to "normal" &amp;amp; life is great. While Vaughn was bathing the kids Kaden out of the blue said that he wanted to be a good boy &amp;amp; that he's not going to cry anymore...Thank God!!! So far he's keeping his side of the bargain as much as can be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my long sob story of my birthday week (which really wasn't as bad as it sounded), here's some pictures to lighten things up a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg20D3wJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8i_QXXG0dCw/s1600-h/231_3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046417537777810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg20D3wJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8i_QXXG0dCw/s320/231_3116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up the mountain (2 hours from the beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg3UD3wKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qqq_lCB8UDQ/s1600-h/231_3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046426127712418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg3UD3wKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qqq_lCB8UDQ/s320/231_3112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes folks, there was this much snow in Big Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phgkD3wSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wHPBEVdZoC0/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047134797316386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phgkD3wSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wHPBEVdZoC0/s320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little snow bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phhED3wVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A5ZM2dGxtR4/s1600-h/231_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047143387251026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phhED3wVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A5ZM2dGxtR4/s320/231_3191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our rockstar sledding boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phL0D3wNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MKh91chYDH4/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046778315030738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phL0D3wNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/MKh91chYDH4/s320/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg30D3wMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sR8wqqca3zk/s1600-h/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046434717647042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg30D3wMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sR8wqqca3zk/s320/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMED3wOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/E83j2JMVyEA/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMED3wOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/E83j2JMVyEA/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046782609998050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMED3wOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/E83j2JMVyEA/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie &amp;amp; Ashlyn...so much alike it's scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phzkD3wWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dUraKnYMvFY/s1600-h/231_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047461214830946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phzkD3wWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dUraKnYMvFY/s320/231_3181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partners in crime, sharing a moment while eating snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phg0D3wTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/W20_4e77lew/s1600-h/231_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047139092283698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phg0D3wTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/W20_4e77lew/s320/231_3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlyn sat in one spot for well over an hour eating snow...her lips were blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phg0D3wUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vlPoHCSdKXE/s1600-h/231_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047139092283714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phg0D3wUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vlPoHCSdKXE/s320/231_3172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaden being silly while eating a snow ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMUD3wPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bSapm3RW_mU/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046786904965362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMUD3wPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bSapm3RW_mU/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Ashlyn sledding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMUD3wQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xEZ39BHpfjc/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046786904965378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMUD3wQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xEZ39BHpfjc/s320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vaughn &amp;amp; Kaden ready to fall off the sled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg3kD3wLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iy4z_PUBc4s/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046430422679730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg3kD3wLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iy4z_PUBc4s/s320/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMkD3wRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OANRTrM0-Hw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164046791199932690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phMkD3wRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/OANRTrM0-Hw/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot (notice Kaden throwing a fit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phz0D3wXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/w2CXSoCRYUY/s1600-h/232_3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047465509798258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6phz0D3wXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/w2CXSoCRYUY/s320/232_3223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real birthday. Cannoli or tiramisu anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6ph0UD3wYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jyPjJHvQqvc/s1600-h/232_3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164047474099732866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6ph0UD3wYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jyPjJHvQqvc/s320/232_3235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis was so sweet to drive from LA, pick up food, and bring me flowers &amp;amp; balloons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-7115266945737529205?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/7115266945737529205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=7115266945737529205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7115266945737529205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7115266945737529205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2008/02/alices-30th-birthday.html' title='Alice&apos;s 30th Birthday'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R6pg20D3wJI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8i_QXXG0dCw/s72-c/231_3116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-8372662217847849075</id><published>2007-12-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:31:05.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Vaughn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so wrapped up in my daily routine that I rarely have time to reflect on what a great husband I have. So after 30 years of life, 10 years of friendship, 5 years of marriage &amp;amp; 2 kids later...here's to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an awesome person, wonderful husband &amp;amp; the best dad that anyone could ask for. You work hard all day &amp;amp; still manage to find time and energy for all of us. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; sleep, your hobbies &amp;amp; sometimes your pride. You've taught me to loosen up a little and enjoy life. Thank you for providing for our family, listening to us whine &amp;amp; being a great example to each of us. We love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155851713824565122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41D0R0aJ4I/AAAAAAAAASY/NhjupRwhF3c/s320/228_2836e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vaughn's best birthday present came early in the form of a promotion. Here's the proof that even when you move up the corporate ladder you can still get away with balancing cookies on your forehead. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ammon&lt;/span&gt; for the congratulations package &amp;amp; the unknown entertainment it would provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155851743889336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41D2B0aJ6I/AAAAAAAAASo/MHZ8muYEOwQ/s320/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Vaughn's birthday is usually neglected the day after Christmas, I threw him a little surprise party with some of his buddies. You know someone's truly surprised when they show up to their own party with a shopping bag &amp;amp; stick of deodorant!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155851765364172722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41D3R0aJ7I/AAAAAAAAASw/H5Xk3HybQ7Q/s320/IMG_3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep...30 candles. Kaden was so excited to see them all lit up. He had been poking his fingers in the side of the cake licking the frosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155851782544041922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41D4R0aJ8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/LAKeEztQbiY/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Licking the frosting off the candle is not enough, you have to try and bite it too. We didn't nickname her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Munchie&lt;/span&gt;" for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41FVB0aJ-I/AAAAAAAAATI/q9nxCWZzOQk/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155851722414499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41D0x0aJ5I/AAAAAAAAASg/cCapWXctzMI/s320/230_3028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Vaughn's actual birthday it's kind of become a tradition to make him his favorite German Chocolate Cake from scratch. It seems like a million steps but it's the least I can do for him on his special day. Only 3 candles this time (I prefer not to eat wax).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-8372662217847849075?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/8372662217847849075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=8372662217847849075' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8372662217847849075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8372662217847849075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-30th-vaughn.html' title='Happy 30th Vaughn'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R41D0R0aJ4I/AAAAAAAAASY/NhjupRwhF3c/s72-c/228_2836e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-104872674101273121</id><published>2007-12-25T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:57:15.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it finally came &amp;amp; went. We had an incredible Christmas holiday that lasted several weeks. We went to see house lights in Fountain Valley, the big tree at Fashion Island, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas program at school, a party at Vaughn's grandparents in Vista, Christmas Eve with my family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Christmas Day at home with my mom and Vaughn's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598598516909778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnB0aJtI/AAAAAAAAARA/icdP0rG--C4/s320/229_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids in front of the 115 foot tree at Fashion Island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnR0aJuI/AAAAAAAAARI/Sugg1EpYATQ/s1600-h/229_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598602811877090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnR0aJuI/AAAAAAAAARI/Sugg1EpYATQ/s320/229_2905.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids running around like maniacs near the big tree...you'd think they never get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598001516455554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdER0aJoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Wjjgs9D1l38/s320/228_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; with delight at neighborhood Christmas lights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598010106390162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdEx0aJpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hPGbUebYYAY/s320/228_2845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Vaughn in front of a tree with a billion twinkling lights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598027286259394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdFx0aJsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/obuwDG8hq2o/s320/228_2899.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shlyn&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; playing Great-Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdFB0aJqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zuBj0Opo_Qk/s1600-h/228_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598014401357474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdFB0aJqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zuBj0Opo_Qk/s320/228_2884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; amused with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; white elephant gift. Without being prompted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; waited patiently through several people opening gifts for his turn to swap his unopened gift with Great Grandpa's spinning light fan. It was funny that he grasped the concept without any explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdFR0aJrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4SZkt-Hm6s0/s1600-h/228_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598018696324786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdFR0aJrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4SZkt-Hm6s0/s320/228_2885.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; showing off a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598607106844402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnh0aJvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/T1PWBpml3xc/s320/229_2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Mommy at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lechuga&lt;/span&gt; Grandparent's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155599311481481074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xeQh0aJ3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/Azs0yl6Cfgo/s320/grandpa+%26+kaden.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Grandpa Dave putting together a Superman puzzle...over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598611401811714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnx0aJwI/AAAAAAAAARY/TWuTtuUs26o/s320/229_2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Grandma Crystal opening fruit for her new shopping cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155599195517364002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xeJx0aJyI/AAAAAAAAARo/b9qC-Wq7p1I/s320/229_2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids in their new ball house. They wouldn't come out to open other gifts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155598611401811730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnx0aJxI/AAAAAAAAARg/MGST_ERUu6o/s320/229_2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids with their stockings. They were so patient it was amazing...maybe they were just overwhelmed by all the gifts. I think we opened the last ones around 4pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155599199812331314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xeKB0aJzI/AAAAAAAAARw/pT3DmkUe718/s320/229_2979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; testing his new golf clubs from Grandma Roxie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155599208402265938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xeKh0aJ1I/AAAAAAAAASA/jI5lfk3kjE4/s320/229_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandpa Stephen, Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Leasa&lt;/span&gt;, along with aunts Kaitlin &amp;amp; Becca opening gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155599204107298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xeKR0aJ0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/2OEUUwhZOO4/s320/229_2990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; loving one of her Christmas purses. She loves emptying them, talking on the phone &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; items from purse to purse...such a girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155599212697233250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xeKx0aJ2I/AAAAAAAAASI/E999uQw2Qow/s320/230_3004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids making a royal mess out of the sugar cookies with Grandma Roxie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-104872674101273121?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/104872674101273121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=104872674101273121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/104872674101273121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/104872674101273121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-christmas-festivities.html' title='Our Christmas Festivities'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R4xdnB0aJtI/AAAAAAAAARA/icdP0rG--C4/s72-c/229_2902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-6224235405675752714</id><published>2007-12-07T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:37:18.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So is anyone with me on how fast this month is going?  Here's a recap of the first week in December...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HAyYbVKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MhcDH9Oj4Qk/s1600-h/227_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977747074372770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HAyYbVKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MhcDH9Oj4Qk/s320/227_2798.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Movie night on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt; floor. Finally saw Ratatouille &amp;amp; everyone sat in one spot for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HBCYbVLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h6LbDUgcEcg/s1600-h/228_2802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977751369340082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HBCYbVLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h6LbDUgcEcg/s320/228_2802.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister was kind enough to invite me to Employee Night at Disneyland. It's been forever since I've been on so many rides. It was fun &amp;amp; I'm sure I talked her ear off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HBSYbVMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5agGAZO-AUE/s1600-h/228_2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977755664307394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HBSYbVMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5agGAZO-AUE/s320/228_2803.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Dan the Surfer Man came to visit us mid week...long story but he's become my new best at home friend due to the recent strike. My kids are way more fun than new episodes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;. The kids were stoked because he brought them M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HByYbVNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2OEO23HJggs/s1600-h/228_2804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977764254242002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HByYbVNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2OEO23HJggs/s320/228_2804.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; showing off her chocolate mouth as she digs for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978520168486114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HtyYbVOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CROK94bm5y8/s320/228_2817.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Vaughn &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the Christmas tree lot. Vaughn went straight from work to T-Ball, then to dinner, then to get a tree...it was a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978524463453426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HuCYbVPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sA7fejyHVkA/s320/228_2820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Not the greatest picture of me but I had to show you our freaking huge tree &amp;amp; how lovely it is trying to get our kids to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978537348355346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HuyYbVRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hR54ElwguHw/s320/228_2827.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Huge, enormous, gigantic...Vaughn &amp;amp; Dan said this was the one. When we put it in our place it was so full I had to actually trim it back so we could get to our couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-6224235405675752714?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/6224235405675752714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=6224235405675752714' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6224235405675752714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6224235405675752714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/12/catching-up-on-december.html' title='Catching up on December'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1-HAyYbVKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MhcDH9Oj4Qk/s72-c/227_2798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-7152559831375070149</id><published>2007-11-30T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:55:12.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun November Pics</title><content type='html'>As if you haven't seen enough of our family this month...here are some totally random pictures that we took in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5TCYbU_I/AAAAAAAAANg/l5l4HMjrPg0/s1600-R/225_2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139162755258602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5TCYbU_I/AAAAAAAAANg/5l0wKziBdGw/s320/225_2574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Our clean little brownies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5TiYbVAI/AAAAAAAAANo/6F8xsVpWwyA/s1600-R/225_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139162763848537090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5TiYbVAI/AAAAAAAAANo/Kekhd4mw6Rg/s320/225_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;We met Vaughn's brother &amp;amp; his family at Disneyland...everything is decorated for the holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5UCYbVBI/AAAAAAAAANw/gaGutUjcfhM/s1600-R/226_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139162772438471698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5UCYbVBI/AAAAAAAAANw/9T-WLX4AKpA/s320/226_2624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Shrimp anyone? One of my mom's favorite things to do is remind me that I used to eat shrimp when I was little. Well, apparently the nut don't fall far from the tree...or shall I say shrimp from the ocean. Amazingly she figured out not to eat the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5USYbVCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dhghP59Gjgw/s1600-R/226_2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139162776733439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5USYbVCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pS2-SXLeS8A/s320/226_2643.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Watering the plants is one of our kids favorite things to do...I wonder how long that's going to last because I consider it a chore!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5UiYbVDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lV-eDXIYd7w/s1600-R/226_2651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139162781028406322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5UiYbVDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LlGE79XIEWY/s320/226_2651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; was way into drawing with the chalk...I think she just likes the mess it makes. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139163846180295746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H6SiYbVEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ltl-i3WHhAg/s320/226_2653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;For no particular reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; wore this bandage on his nose ALL DAY &amp;amp; cried when we made him take it off that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139163854770230354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H6TCYbVFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cJSjlyaBkhY/s320/226_2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Cousin It? She's perfectly content this way &amp;amp; it really only bothers us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139163859065197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H6TSYbVGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OSxpYVBpWJs/s320/227_2783.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Puddles are so much fun...especially when you have one on your own patio! When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; discovered it was raining he went running for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rain boots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139163867655132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H6TyYbVII/AAAAAAAAAOo/B-P8Lgn_kzk/s320/227_2795.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Why he needs one I don't know (Vaughn said it was on sale) but everything he does has to be "like daddy". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; the things we buy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; get passed down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't be surprised if she gets more use out of the wetsuit than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; since we can't keep her out or above water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-7152559831375070149?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/7152559831375070149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=7152559831375070149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7152559831375070149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7152559831375070149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-fun-november-pictures.html' title='Fun November Pics'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1H5TCYbU_I/AAAAAAAAANg/5l0wKziBdGw/s72-c/225_2574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-7965016571751519329</id><published>2007-11-28T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:01:47.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of the fall leaves</title><content type='html'>With Christmas approaching we said goodbye to our fall leaves. Only a couple more weeks until winter is here. The kids are becoming best of friends &amp;amp; have a fabulous love-hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139154019295122402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HxWiYbU-I/AAAAAAAAANY/V2eBYiX7Jbg/s320/227_2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Big brother guiding his little sis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139116975202194274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HPqSYbU2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kYHZxYCUMeY/s320/227_2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;I bribed them with jelly beans to sit still on the rock.  The only problem is that in all of the pictures their mouths are full of candy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139152632020685778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HwFyYbU9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/scvrs2I-sic/s320/227_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Why would she try to eat the leaf?...only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; knows!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139116923662586674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HPnSYbUzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OGrKWUIl9o4/s320/227_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Tree hugger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;...he was actually peeling off the bark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139152619135783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HwFCYbU7I/AAAAAAAAANA/AMmpNsCxbu8/s320/227_2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HPoiYbU1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8lOnwKC-56w/s1600-R/227_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Trouble...how can you be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; such a tomboy at the same time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139152623430751170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HwFSYbU8I/AAAAAAAAANI/uJxH3J1BCug/s320/227_2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Picking flowers for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139116936547488578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HPoCYbU0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/bygA7j-Cr88/s320/227_2753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Flower girl...rubbing flowers on her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-7965016571751519329?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/7965016571751519329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=7965016571751519329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7965016571751519329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/7965016571751519329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-of-fall-leaves.html' title='The last of the fall leaves'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HxWiYbU-I/AAAAAAAAANY/V2eBYiX7Jbg/s72-c/227_2759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-8592740843816832727</id><published>2007-11-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:03:54.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of Thanksgivings</title><content type='html'>So every year we celebrate Thanksgiving at least twice. This year we started a week early with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lechuga&lt;/span&gt; meal at my sister's. Then on Thanksgiving we spent it with the Chase family. I must say we spent more time having fun than taking pictures this year. Here's a peek at the events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAliYbUnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OsDjm88O7sA/s1600-R/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100400923398770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAliYbUnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-001lhef8i0/s320/DSC_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lechuga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Comorre&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Novotny&lt;/span&gt; dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAlyYbUqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UjHxTMMuCXI/s1600-R/IMG_2513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100405218366114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAlyYbUqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vQ8A7TbAIx4/s320/IMG_2513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They really can be so sweet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden -&lt;/span&gt; I'd be frightened too with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashlyn's&lt;/span&gt; slobbery kisses coming my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDSYbUrI/AAAAAAAAALA/KMnxp5O3YKI/s1600-R/IMG_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100912024507058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDSYbUrI/AAAAAAAAALA/zM8FDHLpt0o/s320/IMG_2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; ate more cookies than anything else that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAlyYbUpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/W-fn6OKgcZM/s1600-R/Copy+of+DSC_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100405218366098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAlyYbUpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WpO1VO69_QQ/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; in her favorite pose! Yes, she cries all the time...just call us &amp;amp; you can usually hear her in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDiYbUsI/AAAAAAAAALI/tu8gPcTGMEA/s1600-R/IMG_2629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100916319474370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDiYbUsI/AAAAAAAAALI/1FQSxqfzvbc/s320/IMG_2629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening the kids finished off with some groovy dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDiYbUtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rn2IQzv3mis/s1600-R/IMG_2633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100916319474386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDiYbUtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QsHbjHNx-4s/s320/IMG_2633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody recognize this face on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dance floor&lt;/span&gt;? Have you ever watched his dad dance? Exactly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDyYbUuI/AAAAAAAAALY/yT1bPRwKdQ0/s1600-R/225_2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100920614441698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBDyYbUuI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZcxZY330r1M/s320/225_2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; played and played with his cousins. Here, he and Dylan are making trouble in Grandpa's pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBESYbUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/eYRZNqJzDT8/s1600-R/226_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100929204376306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBESYbUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/f0keN6fBzT4/s320/226_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal the kids went to the park. Dylan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; are only a month apart in age so they are best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBWyYbUxI/AAAAAAAAALw/ojRmiK4sj30/s1600-R/226_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139101247031956242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HBWyYbUxI/AAAAAAAAALw/_AnJS07BcNM/s320/226_2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; with crazy bed head. She had fun too but she mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; to play on the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-8592740843816832727?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/8592740843816832727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=8592740843816832727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8592740843816832727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8592740843816832727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/11/couple-of-thanksgivings.html' title='A couple of Thanksgivings'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R1HAliYbUnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-001lhef8i0/s72-c/DSC_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-3060823293496443224</id><published>2007-11-15T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:23:12.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast (with 3 year olds)</title><content type='html'>We love Kaden's preschool. They had a cute little Thanksgiving party where the kids made decorations, sang (well, Kaden didn't), the parents served the food &amp;amp; we all ate. It's very interesting trying to share a meal with 9 three year olds, their parents &amp;amp; younger siblings. It was fun &amp;amp; here are the pictures of our little Indian Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H-DMa11vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UYluHo7zHeE/s1600-h/225_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134664381005944562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H-DMa11vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UYluHo7zHeE/s320/225_2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H86ca11uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4g7Msu_-hMo/s1600-h/225_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134663131170461410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H86ca11uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4g7Msu_-hMo/s320/225_2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H45Ma11tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4qC1NstRVSk/s1600-h/225_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134658711649113810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H45Ma11tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4qC1NstRVSk/s320/225_2552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/763508144569796866-3060823293496443224?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/3060823293496443224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=3060823293496443224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3060823293496443224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3060823293496443224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-feast-with-3-year-olds.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast (with 3 year olds)'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0H-DMa11vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UYluHo7zHeE/s72-c/225_2547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-3640433282265725686</id><published>2007-11-14T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:55:43.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball Time Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyica11nI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wjzWdrzQzII/s1600-h/225_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden's first week of t-ball was interesting. He hadn't a clue what was going on. Hitting the ball was fun but running the bases was a mess. While in the outfield he decided he was done &amp;amp; it wasn't fun anymore. Kaden managed to play shortstop while sitting on my lap (yes, I sat on the field!). We'll see how next week goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyisa11oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lWA6tJ4wvEw/s1600-h/225_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134651728032290434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyisa11oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lWA6tJ4wvEw/s320/225_2543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaden showed up to his first t-ball game shirtless &amp;amp; wearing sunglasses. After the protest he finally put on the shirt but we had to pry the glasses away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyi8a11pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lbshuYrcn7o/s1600-h/225_2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134651732327257746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyi8a11pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lbshuYrcn7o/s320/225_2545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He thought he was so cool wearing the helmet. Getting him to take it off was another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyi8a11qI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2r5OZipWlw8/s1600-h/225_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134651732327257762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyi8a11qI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2r5OZipWlw8/s320/225_2546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wouldn't wear any hat by the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-3640433282265725686?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/3640433282265725686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=3640433282265725686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3640433282265725686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/3640433282265725686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/11/t-ball-time-is-here.html' title='T-Ball Time Is Here'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/R0Hyisa11oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/lWA6tJ4wvEw/s72-c/225_2543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-8932580621122960619</id><published>2007-11-03T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:17:08.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day in November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ7JJZNQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SNjgJvCq9x4/s1600-h/225_2525.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130251902526240002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ7JJZNQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SNjgJvCq9x4/s320/225_2525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt; The kids attempt to make a sandcastle was more like mud pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ8pJZNRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/228wOdJmQ8k/s1600-h/225_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130251928296043794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ8pJZNRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/228wOdJmQ8k/s320/225_2533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;  Kaden sitting in the sand (did I really need a caption).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ9pJZNSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xyemWaiKGX4/s1600-h/225_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130251945475912994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ9pJZNSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xyemWaiKGX4/s320/225_2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Ashlyn looking for Daddy in the H2O&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ-5JZNTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r5NfIopWmPM/s1600-h/225_2536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130251966950749490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ-5JZNTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r5NfIopWmPM/s320/225_2536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;This picture was taken about 2 seconds before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; momentarily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; under the water.  In an attempt to greet Vaughn &amp;amp; his friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; was running full speed &amp;amp; didn't see the sandbar that stood between.  Apparently he arose in shock with eyes &amp;amp; mouth wide open.  Major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wipe out&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-8932580621122960619?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/8932580621122960619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=8932580621122960619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8932580621122960619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8932580621122960619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/11/beach-day-in-november.html' title='Beach Day in November'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RzJQ7JJZNQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SNjgJvCq9x4/s72-c/225_2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-6030933516685152986</id><published>2007-10-31T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:21:06.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tonight in my attempt to not "celebrate" halloween, we went to a halloween "alternative" party at our church instead. Somehow I'm not sure how that counts as not celebrating the day but the kids didn't know the difference anyway. They dressed up, played games &amp;amp; ate candy...like most kids do but nothing evil &amp;amp; no trick-or-treating. Beats my first idea of hiding in a closet &amp;amp; pretending the day doesn't exist. So here are the pics to prove that apparently you can have a good time even at an anti-halloween party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2KkLFv4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FEEHWd8Yv50/s1600-h/224_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759574618980226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2KkLFv4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FEEHWd8Yv50/s320/224_2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;Spiderman &amp;amp; the Pink Poodle. Kaden refused to wear the mask even though he's put on the costume like 20 times already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2KkLFv5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/sMbLoEbNQ5g/s1600-h/224_2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759574618980242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2KkLFv5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/sMbLoEbNQ5g/s320/224_2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; This was the perfect costume for Ashlyn because she is so fascinated with dogs &amp;amp; thinks she's one anyway. Everyone thought she was a pink lamb. I was thinking "have you ever seen a pink lamb?"...but then again I've never really seen a pink poodle either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2K0LFv6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4UcMfse6sDo/s1600-h/224_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759578913947554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2K0LFv6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4UcMfse6sDo/s320/224_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Kaden thoroughly enjoying plunging the balloons into the box game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2LULFv7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/EayJ8Ng3CLY/s1600-h/225_2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759587503882162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2LULFv7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/EayJ8Ng3CLY/s320/225_2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Daddy &amp;amp; his little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2LkLFv8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y5dk9b40Z6U/s1600-h/224_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759591798849474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2LkLFv8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y5dk9b40Z6U/s320/224_2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; What a sticky mess. Since Kaden didn't wear the mask he used it to collect candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2XkLFv9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PeGXW3coNNw/s1600-h/225_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759797957279698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2XkLFv9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PeGXW3coNNw/s320/225_2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2X0LFv-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yGSs_FMTcEs/s1600-h/224_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127759802252247010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2X0LFv-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/yGSs_FMTcEs/s320/224_2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;55&lt;/span&gt; Mother &amp;amp; Daughter, Father &amp;amp; Son...so who looks like who?&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/763508144569796866-6030933516685152986?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/6030933516685152986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=6030933516685152986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6030933516685152986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/6030933516685152986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-tonight-in-my-attempt-to-not.html' title='October 31st'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Ryl2KkLFv4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FEEHWd8Yv50/s72-c/224_2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-2080057965414026140</id><published>2007-10-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:42:27.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RylmTELFvuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y3jrO7J-NbI/s1600-h/224_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last weekend we went to Old World to celebrate with the German folks. The kids had a blast watching Dachshund Races, dancing to German music &amp;amp; doing The Chicken Dance. Only Vaughn was brave enough to eat the Bratwurst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk7ELFvqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3pEkqhC3Tjg/s1600-h/224_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127740616633335458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk7ELFvqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3pEkqhC3Tjg/s320/224_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk70LFvrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vhg4BLhLwtw/s1600-h/224_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127740629518237362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk70LFvrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vhg4BLhLwtw/s320/224_2460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaden with a hot German bod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk8ELFvsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/13Zcxq24lGI/s1600-h/224_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127740633813204674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk8ELFvsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/13Zcxq24lGI/s320/224_2462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ashlyn looking like a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/763508144569796866-2080057965414026140?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/2080057965414026140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=2080057965414026140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2080057965414026140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/2080057965414026140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/10/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rylk7ELFvqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3pEkqhC3Tjg/s72-c/224_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-4164364877569287081</id><published>2007-10-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:11:18.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybUPULFvpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-xB545abn-0/s1600-h/224_2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids had a blast while picking out pumpkins. Of all the pumpkins at the patch Kaden fell in love with the white ones. Ashlyn just wanted to sit on them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybTg0LFvnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QBIqiMTZLWc/s1600-h/224_2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127017786522320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybTg0LFvnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QBIqiMTZLWc/s320/224_2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Ashlyn bouncing on a pumpkin...she kept saying "ball".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybTh0LFvoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXkJQonv8dw/s1600-h/IMG_1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127017803702189698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybTh0LFvoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXkJQonv8dw/s320/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Kaden hardly sitting on a pumpkin.&lt;br /&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/763508144569796866-4164364877569287081?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/4164364877569287081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=4164364877569287081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4164364877569287081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4164364877569287081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybTg0LFvnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QBIqiMTZLWc/s72-c/224_2418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-4059469780209334761</id><published>2007-10-18T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:12:51.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We don't take many pictures of our kids while they're asleep; however, on this particular day Kaden &amp;amp; Ashlyn were in some pretty funky poses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybQfELFvlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sraiiswNVjk/s1600-h/223_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127014457922666066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybQfELFvlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sraiiswNVjk/s320/223_2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ashlyn passed out on her big bear during nap time. Please note the unique way she sucks on her binky with her bottom lip hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybQiULFvmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BGzxE3SMOdk/s1600-h/223_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127014513757240930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybQiULFvmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BGzxE3SMOdk/s320/223_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Kaden sprawled out across his bedroom floor. Lately he's not always in his bed when we go to tuck him in at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybJ-ELFvdI/AAAAAAAAADM/LH3-IxqBiw8/s1600-h/223_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-4059469780209334761?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/4059469780209334761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=4059469780209334761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4059469780209334761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/4059469780209334761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/10/kids-sleeping.html' title='Kids Sleeping'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/RybQfELFvlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sraiiswNVjk/s72-c/223_2373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-8348478639812029181</id><published>2007-10-11T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:28:54.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical day at the Chase's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_hdiPEQI/AAAAAAAAABE/vrkwgW3WjLc/s1600-h/223_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124603270090658050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_hdiPEQI/AAAAAAAAABE/vrkwgW3WjLc/s320/223_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never underestimate a good time playing in the bushes. I'm not sure what the obsession is with my kids &amp;amp; bushes but it's hard to pull them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_idiPERI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Ok6AYFFGeU/s1600-h/223_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124603287270527250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_idiPERI/AAAAAAAAABM/-Ok6AYFFGeU/s320/223_2383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes this is gross but a rare shot...usually it's Ashlyn trying to lick various dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_j9iPESI/AAAAAAAAABU/SAr7YeGxHho/s1600-h/223_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124603313040331042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_j9iPESI/AAAAAAAAABU/SAr7YeGxHho/s320/223_2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaden showing off on his "Big Boy Bike".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_AtiPEPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i6hi-MQWZM4/s1600-h/223_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-8348478639812029181?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/8348478639812029181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=8348478639812029181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8348478639812029181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/8348478639812029181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-underestimate-good-time-playing.html' title='A typical day at the Chase&apos;s'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx4_hdiPEQI/AAAAAAAAABE/vrkwgW3WjLc/s72-c/223_2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763508144569796866.post-5164873920541571615</id><published>2007-10-05T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:27:06.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden &amp; Ashlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124600048865186018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx48l9iPEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CFD8r0sHvEY/s320/557030666_10edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kaden &amp;amp; Ashlyn's birthday picture taken last month at ages 3 &amp;amp; 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763508144569796866-5164873920541571615?l=vaughnandalice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/feeds/5164873920541571615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763508144569796866&amp;postID=5164873920541571615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/5164873920541571615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763508144569796866/posts/default/5164873920541571615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughnandalice.blogspot.com/2007/10/kaden-ashlyn.html' title='Kaden &amp; Ashlyn'/><author><name>The Chase Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16395635333276278989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x555sl5Qawc/Rx48l9iPEOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CFD8r0sHvEY/s72-c/557030666_10edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
