<?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-488034191707365843</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:17:07.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Ladies and a Boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1362257077506973175</id><published>2008-12-22T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:57:27.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking In A Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>We've had Morgan over for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;The girls have played outside and rocked out indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUkmcPx_MvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DGPU5tgzhCw/s320/100_0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280794304783004402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy 14th Anniversary Dave....I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Today, we will celebrate our Anniversary with four hyped up little girls. I cross my fingers, that I will be able to get the girls down for a short nap all together and have a few moments with my hubby) Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen years ago today, my father sang this on my wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM'S SIDE&lt;br /&gt;BY JESSE WILSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM ADAM’S SIDE GOD FORMED HIS BRIDE&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL AS COULD BE&lt;br /&gt;AND STANDING HERE BESIDE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I SEE HE’S DONE THE SAME FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;I WAITED SUCH A LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;AND CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S TRUE&lt;br /&gt;THAT BY MY SIDE GOD’S PLACED A BRIDE&lt;br /&gt;A S BEAUTIFUL AS YOU&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;THERE WERE TIME WHEN MY IMPATIENT HEART&lt;br /&gt;DIDN’T WANT TO WAIT FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;IT JUST SEEMED LIKE YOU WOULD NEVER COME&lt;br /&gt;AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST GAVE UP WAITING&lt;br /&gt;AND STARTED LOOKING ON MY OWN&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN THE LORD BROUGHT YOU TO ME&lt;br /&gt;FLESH OF MY FLESH AND BONE OF MY BONE&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE&lt;br /&gt;A TREASURE IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;TO HAVE AND TO HOLD SO TENDERLY&lt;br /&gt;TILL DEATH DO US PART&lt;br /&gt;WITH THIS RING I  PLEDGE TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;A NEVER ENDING LOVE&lt;br /&gt;THAT WILL CARRY YOU THROUGH ALL WE DO&lt;br /&gt;TILL WE REACH OUR HOME ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;TAG&lt;br /&gt;I WAITED SUCH A LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;AND I CANT BELIEVE IT’S TRUE&lt;br /&gt;THAT  BY MY SIDE GODS PLACED A BRIDE&lt;br /&gt;AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5844702387630955695?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5844702387630955695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5844702387630955695' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5844702387630955695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5844702387630955695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/12/14th-anniversary.html' title='14th Anniversary'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUkmcPx_MvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DGPU5tgzhCw/s72-c/100_0579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3084301420562448453</id><published>2008-12-16T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:34:58.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg64sY0m3I/AAAAAAAAA1E/bifTyfLa25Q/s1600-h/100_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg64sY0m3I/AAAAAAAAA1E/bifTyfLa25Q/s160/100_1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg65Dn6SuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/rvjsbgCS_30/s1600-h/100_1545-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg65Dn6SuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/rvjsbgCS_30/s160/100_1545-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg65meyHII/AAAAAAAAA1U/5OPvMbZ58uQ/s1600-h/100_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg65meyHII/AAAAAAAAA1U/5OPvMbZ58uQ/s160/100_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg656TTDEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/9CtVM0C3TdQ/s1600-h/100_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg656TTDEI/AAAAAAAAA1c/9CtVM0C3TdQ/s160/100_1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the snow:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3084301420562448453?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3084301420562448453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3084301420562448453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3084301420562448453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3084301420562448453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-pics.html' title='Snow Pics'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SUg64sY0m3I/AAAAAAAAA1E/bifTyfLa25Q/s72-c/100_1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-999362466401349803</id><published>2008-12-11T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:13:09.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying "hello"</title><content type='html'>Life has been a bit crazy around the Wolcott House!  I'm hoping to get into the groove of things and get into the holiday spirit.  I'm hoping to wrap some presents, however, I hesitate a bit.  My curious Kaia is a sure thing to unwrap whatever she may see under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody done shopping?  I think I am for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say "HI" and hope everyone is doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-999362466401349803?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/999362466401349803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=999362466401349803' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/999362466401349803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/999362466401349803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/12/saying-hello.html' title='Saying &quot;hello&quot;'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6756054050997685632</id><published>2008-11-14T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:07:06.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreneur...taking a leap!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I'm a stay home mom.  Lately, I have been thinking of ways I can contribute a bit more.  My husband works very hard and I like to spend.&lt;br /&gt;Watching my nieces is a start and I took one more step in earning a little extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be a Scentsy consultant myself.  I love the stuff....and it sells itself!&lt;br /&gt;Again, these candles are wickless and flameless candles/wax that burn in a beautiful warmer!  There are many different styles to choose from that match any decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can preview a catalog at &lt;a href="http://www.scentsy.com/onalisa"&gt;www.scentsy.com/onalisa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited and hope you gals check it out!  Makes for great Christmas gifts and adds to any home.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you would be interested in hosting a party and earning free products:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6756054050997685632?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6756054050997685632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6756054050997685632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6756054050997685632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6756054050997685632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/11/entrepreneurtaking-leap.html' title='Entrepreneur...taking a leap!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-803897253223471722</id><published>2008-11-14T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:55:04.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop In My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia finishing her dinner and myself in the other room on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaia:  Ook mama...ook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:(on the phone)  Oh...!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Not really paying attention)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaia: Eew Mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: (Takes it in her hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaia:  Eww mama...smell.  Gwoss!!!&lt;/span&gt;(smelling her hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:(figures it out)  GROSS KAIA....GOTTA GO!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(HANGS UP PHONE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I had two balls  of poop in my hand:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS...GROSS...GROSSS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-803897253223471722?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/803897253223471722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=803897253223471722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/803897253223471722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/803897253223471722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/11/poop-in-my-hand.html' title='Poop In My Hand'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4925039737950936295</id><published>2008-11-12T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:05:43.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Blabbing</title><content type='html'>I have been slacking in so many areas of my life it seems. I can't believe we are almost in the middle of November.  I feel like I skipped these last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some changes I'm adjusting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began watching two of my nieces...four girls to manage in the morning!  Wow, big adjustment.  I love them dearly, sadly one doesn't seem to like it here too much.  To her I'm just a mean Auntie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia is not digging the fact that she has to share.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am truly working on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have little girls so early in the morning, the only chance I have now days to get any kind of a workout is waking up at five.  Maybe that's not early to many of you, but for me it's brutal.  I wake up at five, push snooze one or two times and out the door to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slacking in the cleaning department...it's never ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I forgot my nephews birthday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(so, sorry again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating habits are horrible.  I'm admitting to not knowing how to cook very well,  the less ingredients, the better.  If any of you have some family favorites that are healthy and easy..please share!&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose about 15lbs by February....I'm going to Maui, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WOO-HOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I would really like to wear a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and Jasmynn was sick again and this time on Halloween.  The poor girl missed out on the Harvest Party and Trick or Treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this randomness with a few pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu90HQF7wI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TjWlRS7W-tA/s1600-h/100_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu90HQF7wI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TjWlRS7W-tA/s200/100_1500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012892137320194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9zxiY9GI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-uGyXDpOyig/s1600-h/100_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9zxiY9GI/AAAAAAAAAp4/-uGyXDpOyig/s200/100_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012886308484194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9zNnStXI/AAAAAAAAApw/YmFlnUmbJrI/s1600-h/100_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9zNnStXI/AAAAAAAAApw/YmFlnUmbJrI/s200/100_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012876665369970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9yg4MSEI/AAAAAAAAApo/Tb-5MwQOIMo/s1600-h/100_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9yg4MSEI/AAAAAAAAApo/Tb-5MwQOIMo/s200/100_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012864656656450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9yKvsN8I/AAAAAAAAApg/Vxyt2zpsQLI/s1600-h/100_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu9yKvsN8I/AAAAAAAAApg/Vxyt2zpsQLI/s200/100_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268012858715420610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing....I missed one nephews already, can't miss another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Isaiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tomorrow, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4925039737950936295?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4925039737950936295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4925039737950936295' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4925039737950936295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4925039737950936295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-blabbing.html' title='Just Blabbing'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SRu90HQF7wI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TjWlRS7W-tA/s72-c/100_1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7658505492448904337</id><published>2008-10-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:29:16.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck!</title><content type='html'>That's how I have been feeling the last couple days.  I keep getting ready for a new day and I'm just pushing myself. &lt;br /&gt;So, I'm taking a break.  As much as I can that is. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't mothering be on pause just for a few hours so I can get better?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...that's life.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is having a good Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7658505492448904337?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7658505492448904337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7658505492448904337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7658505492448904337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7658505492448904337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/10/yuck.html' title='Yuck!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1848664866967935631</id><published>2008-10-15T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:09:35.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaF-S40E3I/AAAAAAAAApI/-XiPMfV4-iI/s1600-h/pg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaF-S40E3I/AAAAAAAAApI/-XiPMfV4-iI/s400/pg6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257536920270148466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaF-6YW7oI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NUmJNb7eqpQ/s1600-h/pg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaF-6YW7oI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NUmJNb7eqpQ/s400/pg8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257536930871438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaB-IS1dYI/AAAAAAAAApA/VcGkHLxLxYA/s1600-h/fragrancegroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaB-IS1dYI/AAAAAAAAApA/VcGkHLxLxYA/s400/fragrancegroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257532519379989890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/WOLCOT%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone...I just wanted to let you gals know I'm having a "Scentsy" open house party October 28th from 6pm -8pm.  I have most of your emails, so you should be getting an evite.  If you're like me and have a difficult time buying for that someone who has everything...these candles make great gifts.  I love them.  They are wickless candles that burn in a hand painted warmer, also comes in a wall unit style, sprays and even car fresheners.  There's over 80 scents to choose from.  So please drop by and say hello, check out the new hottest thing in candles and eat some munchies.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to come please leave me your email and I'll send you and evite.&lt;br /&gt;Cant make it?  You can still order.  Just go to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://scentsy.com/lmgarcia"&gt;www.scentsy.com/lmgarcia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, go to events and you will see my name, click on that and order!  That easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1848664866967935631?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1848664866967935631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1848664866967935631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1848664866967935631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1848664866967935631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-shopping-early.html' title='Christmas shopping early!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SPaF-S40E3I/AAAAAAAAApI/-XiPMfV4-iI/s72-c/pg6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4046718083978753722</id><published>2008-10-06T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:45:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.2 whoo-hoo!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm recovering from finishing my first marathon.  My friend Donelle and I ran the Portland Marathon.  It was an amazing feeling.  A year ago, I would have never guessed I could have done this.  With several different running partners, I did it!&lt;br /&gt;My husband and his buddy cheered my on. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures he took along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdGMu2MI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mRsG_Lc_jK8/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdGMu2MI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mRsG_Lc_jK8/s320/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdAoFi-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/NMqSNI9THZE/s1600-h/IMG_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdAoFi-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/NMqSNI9THZE/s320/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdI-rK9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/heqtQBfwoMg/s1600-h/IMG_4501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdI-rK9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/heqtQBfwoMg/s320/IMG_4501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdeWhLCI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CH0s-wlFUU8/s1600-h/IMG_4503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdeWhLCI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CH0s-wlFUU8/s320/IMG_4503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpj0NuSf6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/cVOMBWIG3Mg/s1600-h/IMG_4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpj0NuSf6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/cVOMBWIG3Mg/s320/IMG_4504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I finished in 4:44 and 35 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpj0Nyz8HI/AAAAAAAAAog/Bg15YVUGHyI/s1600-h/IMG_4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpj0Nyz8HI/AAAAAAAAAog/Bg15YVUGHyI/s320/IMG_4505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My proud husband!&lt;br /&gt;He said he teared up a couple times....so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpj0A8v26I/AAAAAAAAAoo/hZT7391s8oI/s1600-h/IMG_4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpj0A8v26I/AAAAAAAAAoo/hZT7391s8oI/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I know...this is very gross, but I just had to show what 26.2 miles does to a foot:(&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a pedicure this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOqSmYB9UHI/AAAAAAAAAow/-44fBuLI8P8/s1600-h/100_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOqSmYB9UHI/AAAAAAAAAow/-44fBuLI8P8/s320/100_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Jasmynn accomplished a jog-a-thon a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOqSmeKc9OI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ugBT5cpy6Ik/s1600-h/100_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOqSmeKc9OI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ugBT5cpy6Ik/s320/100_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;s&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was given a medal at the end of her jog!&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing...I told her I was proud of her and she responded,"this is fake, see, the medal says it's made in China."  She cracks my up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4046718083978753722?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4046718083978753722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4046718083978753722' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4046718083978753722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4046718083978753722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/10/262-whoo-hoo.html' title='26.2 whoo-hoo!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOpjdGMu2MI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mRsG_Lc_jK8/s72-c/IMG_4499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-334169571906998163</id><published>2008-10-04T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:32:30.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Today, one year ago, I started my blog with a little convincing from Meghan.  Glad I did...it's been fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for visiting and leaving comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you with a quote...I'll explain later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So here I go, it's my shot&lt;br /&gt;Feet fail me not&lt;br /&gt;This may be the only  opportunity that I got&lt;br /&gt;--Eminem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-334169571906998163?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/334169571906998163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=334169571906998163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/334169571906998163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/334169571906998163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6481398698512468804</id><published>2008-10-01T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:59:37.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to give a little update on last weeks decision.&lt;br /&gt;We are all so much happier and sleeping better!&lt;br /&gt;Kaia is so content in her crib.  She's back to taking a two hour nap and sleeping 10-11 hours  at night:) &lt;br /&gt;It was so worth putting the crib back up, she completely did a 180 and a much happier person to be around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to take a picture of this.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn and Kaia playing under the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-fENpJI/AAAAAAAAAng/GQ8BbdVuwWU/s1600-h/100_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-fENpJI/AAAAAAAAAng/GQ8BbdVuwWU/s320/100_1394.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-sp9KNI/AAAAAAAAAno/s9TjQXc6hHA/s1600-h/100_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-sp9KNI/AAAAAAAAAno/s9TjQXc6hHA/s320/100_1395.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-p8IuhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gqAWkP8AQqc/s1600-h/100_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-p8IuhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gqAWkP8AQqc/s320/100_1396.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how they can be entertained by the simplest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6481398698512468804?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6481398698512468804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6481398698512468804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6481398698512468804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6481398698512468804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping...'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SOPw-fENpJI/AAAAAAAAAng/GQ8BbdVuwWU/s72-c/100_1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2624180881151943273</id><published>2008-09-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:23:51.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Fast Mom...</title><content type='html'>Lesson learned, don't change what works.  &lt;br /&gt;Kaia was on a great sleeping schedule, great naps and sleeping through the night.  However, stupid mommy thought I'd speed things up a bit and put her in a big girl bed.  &lt;br /&gt;The excitement of a new bed for her lasted maybe a couple days.  Since then there has been many sleepless nights and a very grouchy two year old.  &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Little Kaia is back in a crib!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got myself a Starbucks coffee, went to MOPS and then came home to put a crib together.&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what I'm listening to at this very moment?  Just the taps of a keyboard blogging, because Kaia is sound asleep in her crib for a much needed nap!&lt;br /&gt;The little girl just wants to stay a baby a little bit longer...and I'm okay with that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2624180881151943273?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2624180881151943273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2624180881151943273' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2624180881151943273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2624180881151943273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-too-fast-mom.html' title='Not Too Fast Mom...'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5594403063766339753</id><published>2008-09-19T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:23:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy  Lady @ The Bridal Shop!</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, my baby sister is getting married.  Yay, for her and a bit of a bummer for me.&lt;br /&gt;My 10 year anniversary came and went and Dave and I swore for our 15th Anniversary next year we would renew our vows on the beach of Maui.  Well, my sister has decided to get married in Hawaii as well.  Of course I'll be there, however, Dave and I will probably have to wait for our trip.  My sister mentioned she wouldn't mind us renewing our vows at the same time since our family will be there anyway.  Nice gesture, but, wouldn't do that to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom, sister and I went wedding dress shopping.  Oh my gosh...you would have thought I was the bride.  So many beautiful dresses.  Some of you have seen my big fluffy dress in a previous blog.  I just wanted to see what I would look like in something more modern. &lt;br /&gt;My mom said "go ahead, the lady knows your renewing your vows, she won't mind." &lt;br /&gt;No!:)&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!!  It didn't take long to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My mom picked out a hair piece and viola....Crazy Lady in the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SNQwKLfNPbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/29LBhSnsX_Y/s1600-h/100_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SNQwKLfNPbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/29LBhSnsX_Y/s320/100_1386.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5594403063766339753?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5594403063766339753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5594403063766339753' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5594403063766339753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5594403063766339753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-lady-bridal-shop.html' title='Crazy  Lady @ The Bridal Shop!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SNQwKLfNPbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/29LBhSnsX_Y/s72-c/100_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6441697049358485411</id><published>2008-09-15T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:54:20.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of my husband:)</title><content type='html'>If you can't beat them...join them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will take care of my sick husband and watch the Eagles get their butts kicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SM7xxnHJhvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dxK5oBKOJDo/s1600-h/100_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SM7xxnHJhvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dxK5oBKOJDo/s320/100_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SM7xxiRl34I/AAAAAAAAAmU/m7XXbTCTM6g/s1600-h/100_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SM7xxiRl34I/AAAAAAAAAmU/m7XXbTCTM6g/s320/100_1366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6441697049358485411?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6441697049358485411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6441697049358485411' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6441697049358485411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6441697049358485411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-love-of-my-husband.html' title='For the love of my husband:)'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SM7xxnHJhvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dxK5oBKOJDo/s72-c/100_1360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5909660420027761000</id><published>2008-09-07T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:31:42.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Cowboys!!!</title><content type='html'>It's officially Football Season! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny, but today at church our pastor asked us to raise our hands if we were NFL Fans.  He then asked us to raise our hands if we were NFL "widows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guilty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few months we will say "good bye daddy and hubby".  See you on Superbowl Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMRGcG0K8jI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3B3p7LsonoA/s1600-h/100_1343.JPG"&gt;I&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMRGcG0K8jI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3B3p7LsonoA/s320/100_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMRGccuOxzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/j7x-tKLPTMA/s1600-h/100_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMRGccuOxzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/j7x-tKLPTMA/s320/100_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can call it a "temporary seperation":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5909660420027761000?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5909660420027761000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5909660420027761000' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5909660420027761000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5909660420027761000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-cowboys.html' title='Go Cowboys!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMRGcG0K8jI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3B3p7LsonoA/s72-c/100_1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4587171005562158622</id><published>2008-09-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:06:54.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kissy, Kiss, Kaia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMNgBLG_qEI/AAAAAAAAAls/PHWRAaeuHWc/s1600-h/100_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMNgBLG_qEI/AAAAAAAAAls/PHWRAaeuHWc/s320/100_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Kaia last night discovered vanity!&lt;br /&gt;She was mesmerized with kissing herself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMNgBWYk6uI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JcZ3Ga7a6Ps/s1600-h/100_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMNgBWYk6uI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JcZ3Ga7a6Ps/s320/100_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight...she went potty all by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4587171005562158622?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4587171005562158622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4587171005562158622' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4587171005562158622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4587171005562158622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up:('/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SMNgBLG_qEI/AAAAAAAAAls/PHWRAaeuHWc/s72-c/100_1336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2014344999053445681</id><published>2008-09-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:04:33.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Word!</title><content type='html'>First day of school...first day of many hairs being pulled out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;I love her dearly, but honestly...why does she insist in arguing about every little thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of the clothes she denied this morning.  We had her outfit picked out last night.  This morning...she just wasn't having it!  I let her pick out all her clothes this year and she still complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_594fuII/AAAAAAAAAlE/0IGKcbDbi9E/s1600-h/100_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_594fuII/AAAAAAAAAlE/0IGKcbDbi9E/s320/100_1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here she's really mad at me.  I told her I was going to show and tell her grandpa how she was behaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_6Ih5CUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6EjdT_Xf8ds/s1600-h/100_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_6Ih5CUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/6EjdT_Xf8ds/s320/100_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here she's letting me have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_6TMfGwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/INyJ5_Ne7yo/s1600-h/100_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_6TMfGwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/INyJ5_Ne7yo/s320/100_1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Making some progress...we're in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_6jENd8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/c2wf4svRIAA/s1600-h/100_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_6jENd8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/c2wf4svRIAA/s320/100_1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL7CRFPdZFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/HI4awB3OER8/s1600-h/100_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL7CRFPdZFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/HI4awB3OER8/s320/100_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Only nine more months to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2014344999053445681?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2014344999053445681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2014344999053445681' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2014344999053445681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2014344999053445681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-word.html' title='Oh My Word!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SL6_594fuII/AAAAAAAAAlE/0IGKcbDbi9E/s72-c/100_1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8682846448520612427</id><published>2008-08-17T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:07:13.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days Off The Choo-choo Train</title><content type='html'>My girls and I got our "guy", for nine whole days!  This hasn't happened in quite some time.  Being the wife of a railroader definitely has it's downfalls and not seeing him is the biggest one.&lt;br /&gt;We took advantage of every minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted Forest&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls shared a few thrills and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sno&lt;/span&gt;-cones with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjGh49pdZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/O9MXr5v_FJg/s1600-h/100_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjGh49pdZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/O9MXr5v_FJg/s200/100_1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235652852347139474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jasmynn&lt;/span&gt; loved the "log ride".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjGiEKuUzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/5ZpF8bRWc6E/s1600-h/100_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjGiEKuUzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/5ZpF8bRWc6E/s200/100_1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235652855354774322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And little Kaia is always up for some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Graduation Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our friend Mark graduated from the electrician program.  Friends and family celebrated his accomplishment and if you know Mark at all....he was very embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLIrmvePI/AAAAAAAAAj8/C4DVdtLYClY/s1600-h/100_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLIrmvePI/AAAAAAAAAj8/C4DVdtLYClY/s200/100_1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235657916822812914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday/Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to Lincoln city and  couldn't ask for a better &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; .  The weather was perfect!  Do you notice I emphasized day.  That's because I ended up taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jasmynn&lt;/span&gt; to the E.R.  in the middle of the night.  Scary!!!  Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jasmynn&lt;/span&gt; suffers from Asthma and something at the beach triggered an attack.  She ended up with three breathing treatments and a couple doses of steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLJL5lfDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4QDRCShttKU/s1600-h/100_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLJL5lfDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4QDRCShttKU/s200/100_1155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235657925491784754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLJbN4ADI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0KTNn4ap110/s1600-h/100_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLJbN4ADI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0KTNn4ap110/s200/100_1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235657929603416114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This was Kaia's first trip to the zoo.  Awful!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was a big dummy suggesting to go on Two Dollar Tuesday.  We waited about 2 1/2 hours to get into the gates after being directed to get back on the freeway to be shuttled, then waiting an hour in line to get on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;We had totally hyped up Kaia about seeing "monkeys".  She loves monkey and she was so excited.  We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dissapppointed&lt;/span&gt;...four monkeys,  four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; monkeys doing &lt;span&gt;nothing!  It was so hot, that hardly any animals were out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dissappointment&lt;/span&gt; didn't end there.  We were in line for an hour to get on the "zoo train",  with another hour and a half to wait and then we are informed that due to technical problems the train would be shut down and that we could get a refund.  Our luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never again...we are more than willing to pay full price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLJwDuyXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hG2T27XkYXM/s1600-h/100_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjLJwDuyXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hG2T27XkYXM/s200/100_1211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235657935198013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday-Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was another first for Kaia.  Overall, it went well for being out of her comfort zone.  She definitely let us know when she was tired.  We tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, but no matter what we tried we just couldn't get her to take any naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jasmynn&lt;/span&gt; had a blast playing in the water.  We were little fishes due to the weather. Hot..hot...hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjUZ-EOxCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e-LaS1jMp4w/s1600-h/100_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjUZ-EOxCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e-LaS1jMp4w/s200/100_1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235668109440762914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjUaE1ZezI/AAAAAAAAAkk/b4X0g6lycns/s1600-h/100_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjUaE1ZezI/AAAAAAAAAkk/b4X0g6lycns/s200/100_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235668111257598770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjUatrjGMI/AAAAAAAAAks/9eln7Weth18/s1600-h/100_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjUatrjGMI/AAAAAAAAAks/9eln7Weth18/s200/100_1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235668122222139586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sisters Engagement Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finally...my sister has found her soul mate!  Friends and family celebrated their engagement at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kathken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vinyards&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Loreena&lt;/span&gt; in the middle (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the fiance&lt;/span&gt;) and my other sister Linnea.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I did not plan wearing white dresses.  I guess we were both feeling innocent and pure:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thank you Liz for watching the girls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjWY7R5DGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9T82SGqeDRE/s1600-h/100_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjWY7R5DGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9T82SGqeDRE/s320/100_1296.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;....sad to see him go back and thinking I need a vacation from this vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8682846448520612427?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8682846448520612427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8682846448520612427' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8682846448520612427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8682846448520612427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/08/9-days-off-choo-choo-train.html' title='9 Days Off The Choo-choo Train'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SKjGh49pdZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/O9MXr5v_FJg/s72-c/100_1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1469694767540329591</id><published>2008-08-07T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:08:10.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...yes...yes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SJvUUPM6dNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X26IOFZe4GM/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SJvUUPM6dNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X26IOFZe4GM/s400/bilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232008836264129746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge fan of "So You Think You Can Dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping and America agreed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"America's Favorite Dancer," is......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSHUA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1469694767540329591?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1469694767540329591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1469694767540329591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1469694767540329591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1469694767540329591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesyesyes.html' title='Yes...yes...yes!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SJvUUPM6dNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X26IOFZe4GM/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2504106003632253884</id><published>2008-07-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:29.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition!</title><content type='html'>Kaia's a ''big" girl  and loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she's showing off she can jump:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5559f86c80f1522" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5559f86c80f1522%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331674042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D773E3ECC4C11DAA98513E9CAAC1265F3C2B7958C.5045A5793D805C42D64146C879F2562C67BEEF88%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5559f86c80f1522%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D04pJrxY428NMZoIy6TYl0OwIJR0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5559f86c80f1522%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331674042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D773E3ECC4C11DAA98513E9CAAC1265F3C2B7958C.5045A5793D805C42D64146C879F2562C67BEEF88%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5559f86c80f1522%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D04pJrxY428NMZoIy6TYl0OwIJR0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Kaia's first night sleeping in her toddler bed and slept all night too.  Hooray...I thought I might have to put her crib rail back up in the middle of the night.  Nope, she surprised me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on leaving her in a crib a bit longer but after a trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ikea",&lt;/span&gt; I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ikea" &lt;/span&gt;and the little toddler beds were so adorable.  I got the idea, "hey, maybe it's time to transition her into a "big girl" bed.   Kaia chose her new bedding, I gave her a choice of three, and she chose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hippos".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a different image of her room, but, oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is pretending to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZtBWStyI/AAAAAAAAAjE/icMqzUtB2oY/s1600-h/100_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZtBWStyI/AAAAAAAAAjE/icMqzUtB2oY/s200/100_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228285216158824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did choose a couple "girly" night lights.  I just loved these the last time I was there.  So, before bedtime or naps, she gets to choose which night light she would like to have on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the flower has won 2 out of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6Zt3YKSoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/JJJX-n4SRPk/s1600-h/100_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6Zt3YKSoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/JJJX-n4SRPk/s200/100_1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228285230662175362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZuoE-W3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nGc9Qkm82HU/s1600-h/100_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZuoE-W3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/nGc9Qkm82HU/s200/100_1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228285243735038834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZvLFqJfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/a9KdrC35zHo/s1600-h/100_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZvLFqJfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/a9KdrC35zHo/s200/100_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228285253133149682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, before nap time, she was so excited to hop into bed.  Without being rocked or a cup of milk, she tucked herself in, I gave her a kiss and she put herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight went well again...so far that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh!)  She's growing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2504106003632253884?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5559f86c80f1522&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2504106003632253884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2504106003632253884' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2504106003632253884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2504106003632253884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/transitions-going-good.html' title='Transition!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SI6ZtBWStyI/AAAAAAAAAjE/icMqzUtB2oY/s72-c/100_1077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3247122140956425199</id><published>2008-07-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jasmynn had Sarah spend the night.  The girls began there afternoon with a trip to the mall.  I kindly asked the make up artist if the girls could get a make over.   A little blue eye shadow, a touch of blush and a tad bit of clear lip gloss and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Hot Mama's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIlcp9oJV5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/DrhEiSqC0cc/s1600-h/100_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIlcp9oJV5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/DrhEiSqC0cc/s320/100_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226810718527510418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIklDXTkasI/AAAAAAAAAic/SEzas0JU7kw/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIklDXTkasI/AAAAAAAAAic/SEzas0JU7kw/s320/100_1067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226749582266100418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIlcLMHDT7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UkE2G1Uf3rk/s1600-h/100_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIlcLMHDT7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UkE2G1Uf3rk/s320/100_1068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226810189839290290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I couldn't leave without a few things myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their make-over we headed to Bath &amp;amp; Body Works.  The two took a bath in about 20 different scents.  Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for new refills of Wallflowers....they made my house smell like, well, not sure what scent, but it was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3247122140956425199?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3247122140956425199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3247122140956425199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3247122140956425199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3247122140956425199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/mac.html' title='MAC'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIlcp9oJV5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/DrhEiSqC0cc/s72-c/100_1070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-922198496278776114</id><published>2008-07-23T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:51:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Walk Down Memory Lane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave a comment on my blog. In the comment, recall one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! Please be nice to me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-922198496278776114?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/922198496278776114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=922198496278776114' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/922198496278776114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/922198496278776114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='Take A Walk Down Memory Lane!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3347665958905726038</id><published>2008-07-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:30.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to welcome my sister-in-law to Blog Land! It's taken her a while to get started, but, she's finally done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time, Janell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no this is not Dave dressed up as a girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIYFf7tOL6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/JynOWbQuhzA/s1600-h/100_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIYFf7tOL6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/JynOWbQuhzA/s400/100_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225870463771488162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a chance, check her out at  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://janell-thisisourstory.blogspot.com/"&gt;janell-thisisourstory.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and introduce yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3347665958905726038?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3347665958905726038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3347665958905726038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3347665958905726038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3347665958905726038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIYFf7tOL6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/JynOWbQuhzA/s72-c/100_0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8738338639213816194</id><published>2008-07-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:32.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots Are Made For Walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OU7Nezg7Ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OU7Nezg7Ls&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wore my first pair of Cowboy Boots! Dave and I got away for another evening of fun at a Toby Keith Concert.  We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJsp2gcxXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AouSLqprUb4/s1600-h/toby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJsp2gcxXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AouSLqprUb4/s400/toby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224857983965250930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJrWakWntI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CCLFfWgowdA/s1600-h/100_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJrWakWntI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CCLFfWgowdA/s320/100_1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224856550536290002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember as a young girl getting into my moms pair of black leather boots and strutting my stuff.  As I went searching for my boots, my girls were intrigued with the idea as well.  After buying mine, Jasmynn begged for a pair of cowboy boots for herself.  Well we found some black ones for her, but it wasn't long until little sis the "shoe snatcher", slipped into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH_ztubbPpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xd7XLx-uedI/s1600-h/100_0987.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH_ztubbPpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xd7XLx-uedI/s320/100_0987.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn's Boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH_x5A2NJXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MVe5ZYSbirM/s1600-h/100_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH_x5A2NJXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MVe5ZYSbirM/s320/100_0990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224160054555256178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kaia strutting her stuff with Big Sis's boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJwOq5VloI/AAAAAAAAAiE/M_gXhoAFSZw/s1600-h/100_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJwOq5VloI/AAAAAAAAAiE/M_gXhoAFSZw/s400/100_0989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224861915038455426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I kinda felt sexy in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave thought so too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8738338639213816194?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8738338639213816194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8738338639213816194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8738338639213816194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8738338639213816194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='These Boots Are Made For Walking!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SIJsp2gcxXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AouSLqprUb4/s72-c/toby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7892232695305773817</id><published>2008-07-15T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:33.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl Gone Boy Crazy!</title><content type='html'>It's weird to see my little girl go goo-goo over boys, celebrity boys that is.  She's still pretty grossed about boys her own age...she goes for the older ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of her faves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit she's got good taste:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH0NARFHOyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/94lgDF5P024/s1600-h/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH0NARFHOyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/94lgDF5P024/s320/zac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223345441055652642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH0NAxjWK-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/EbbaLDgCtdw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH0NAxjWK-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/EbbaLDgCtdw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223345449772395490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her brings back memories of my first Celebrity Crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess who he is.  I think it should be pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes that should help you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. "You a real cowboy?"&lt;br /&gt;b. "Well that depends on what you think a real cowboy is?"&lt;br /&gt;a. "Know how to do 2-step?"&lt;br /&gt;b. "You bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you dig it? I knew that you could!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up your nose with a rubber hose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I'm not very hungry; just gimme a double Polar Burger wit' everything and a cherry soda wit' chocolate ice cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first crush was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, who was you your first crush?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7892232695305773817?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7892232695305773817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7892232695305773817' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7892232695305773817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7892232695305773817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-girl-gone-boy-crazy.html' title='My Little Girl Gone Boy Crazy!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SH0NARFHOyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/94lgDF5P024/s72-c/zac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7900969598103893025</id><published>2008-07-12T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:44:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running!</title><content type='html'>This morning I got a good &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"run"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in... but, very dang hot!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Today was my 13 mile run.  I about cried my last two.  I was so hot but, had chills all over my body.  I'm not sure if I can do any more mileage.  I should be working on a fifteen mile run in two weeks.  Yikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we decided to go to Brigeport Plaza.  Well, there we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"ran"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into Becca and the twins.  They are sooo cute.  Kaia got to say hello to her little friends and share a few cheerios.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after, we were on our way to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"run" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a few errands and pick up something I had seen at Ikea last week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ran&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" into a bit of a problem.  My dad called and asked that we pick up Jasmynn.  She was with grandpa again for another weekend but became a bit ill.  She wanted to come home.  So, we had to turn around.  Thankfully we didn't have to speed race through the crazy traffic.  My sister volunteered to pick her up for me and meet me at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to take a breather and take care of my baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7900969598103893025?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7900969598103893025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7900969598103893025' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7900969598103893025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7900969598103893025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/running.html' title='Running!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5945682006859643218</id><published>2008-07-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:34.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week...</title><content type='html'>We partied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSf_dO83I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LKyB_SzxeIA/s1600-h/100_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSf_dO83I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LKyB_SzxeIA/s320/100_1003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221240421313606514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSgBaJoVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WKBtq4V3Mz8/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSgBaJoVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WKBtq4V3Mz8/s320/100_1011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221240421837545810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSgmAye_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/GdTYGl6G83g/s1600-h/100_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSgmAye_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/GdTYGl6G83g/s320/100_1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221240431663283186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia danced with daddy at the riverfront like two hippies high on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWShPku8gI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAVb-Qurecs/s1600-h/100_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWShPku8gI/AAAAAAAAAfk/sAVb-Qurecs/s320/100_1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221240442819899906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me....I got a another tattoo.  Sorry Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWTNZhOPxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/x0qrW7x0Uxw/s1600-h/100_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWTNZhOPxI/AAAAAAAAAf0/x0qrW7x0Uxw/s320/100_1044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221241201403772690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No pictures of Jasmynn!  She enjoyed a weekend with Grandpa and her two cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, it was kinda peaceful around here.  However, I couldn't wait to see her and hear about her weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5945682006859643218?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5945682006859643218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5945682006859643218' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5945682006859643218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5945682006859643218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-week.html' title='Last Week...'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SHWSf_dO83I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LKyB_SzxeIA/s72-c/100_1003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7759566773374137474</id><published>2008-06-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:33:13.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaia's Two!!!</title><content type='html'>My baby is two!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to see how much she has grown into a little girl this past year.  Yesterday, as I rocked her and read a story for nap, I looked down at her cute little face.  Tears of joy and sadness rolled down my face.  It saddens me to know she may not want me to rock her much longer or call for mommy not once but twice a night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's a big girl and is developing into quite the character.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's a slide show of her last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-588858ef83c72927" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D588858ef83c72927%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331674042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CA2F6086C1A21E8D81A5EA11BD1CE0E71CBFBCF.74F4A420A65D405ADAB98385C33941E790CA2518%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D588858ef83c72927%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK0AOK4pAbjqP-TCPk0UKMosXRVo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D588858ef83c72927%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331674042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CA2F6086C1A21E8D81A5EA11BD1CE0E71CBFBCF.74F4A420A65D405ADAB98385C33941E790CA2518%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D588858ef83c72927%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK0AOK4pAbjqP-TCPk0UKMosXRVo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kaia...you will always be my baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7759566773374137474?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=588858ef83c72927&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7759566773374137474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7759566773374137474' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7759566773374137474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7759566773374137474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/06/kaias-two.html' title='Kaia&apos;s Two!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7372421259048840800</id><published>2008-06-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:36.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee-ha!!!</title><content type='html'>My hunny and I got an evening away and went to the "Tim Mc Graw Concert."  We had a great time.  However, it was extremely cold and I was wearing a "hoochie mama" outfit.  Na... it wasn't that bad, just not enough fabric to keep me warm:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to say.."Goodnness, Tim is  so hot!!!!"  Faith is one lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVbWVsjLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/eRjqXYVTgjg/s1600-h/100_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVbWVsjLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/eRjqXYVTgjg/s320/100_0927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317827999108274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVbjUaZcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/g9tPusM0YYA/s1600-h/100_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVbjUaZcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/g9tPusM0YYA/s320/100_0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317831483385282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kaia went to see Nikki for her first haircut.  More of a trim than a cut since we are trying to grow it out.  &lt;br /&gt;Kaia sat so calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVcLIdYSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/43IECnieuF8/s1600-h/100_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVcLIdYSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/43IECnieuF8/s320/100_0937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317842170667298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVc5MpYJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Kz59wr81Ehs/s1600-h/100_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVc5MpYJI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Kz59wr81Ehs/s320/100_0940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317854536261778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to Nikki that I didn't straighten my hair until I was in my thirties.  This will be a one time thing.  I don't have enough time to add this into my schedule.  Sorry baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVdsEk8VI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bneuUxmQvwU/s1600-h/100_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVdsEk8VI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bneuUxmQvwU/s320/100_0941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216317868192624978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQWFjTAPjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7O5qpm_OFmE/s1600-h/100_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQWFjTAPjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7O5qpm_OFmE/s320/100_0943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216318553031982642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really dreading taking her in for a haircut thinking she would freak out.  Next week she turns two and I just had to do it. So glad this was a good experience for the both of us.  She really surprised me in how good and calm she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step is getting her to keep a hair clip in:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7372421259048840800?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7372421259048840800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7372421259048840800' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7372421259048840800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7372421259048840800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/06/yee-ha.html' title='Yee-ha!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SGQVbWVsjLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/eRjqXYVTgjg/s72-c/100_0927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-311143634614502202</id><published>2008-06-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:39.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME PICS VISITING THE CHUPIKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8Qt582p_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/12kDjKVNP44/s1600-h/100_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8Qt582p_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/12kDjKVNP44/s400/100_0816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214905274354542578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back! &lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time and couldn't have asked for better hosts.  The Chupiks opened their home to us so graciously.&lt;br /&gt;We got a chance to relax and get a bit of exercise with all the walking around we did.  It was just a fun time to get the girls out of town and visit with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did struggle with sleeping issues.  Kaia just not go to sleep in the pack-n-play till the second night and she was back in the bed with Dave and I on the third.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...I knew better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three wonderful days of shopping and stuffing our faces, Jasmynn ended up with the flu.&lt;br /&gt;Our car trip was a rough one.  She wasn't able to keep anything down...my poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be thankful that it happened at the end of our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a little over board on the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OKUvQacI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AyuViJmhgCc/s1600-h/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OKUvQacI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AyuViJmhgCc/s320/100_0755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902464046721474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I had to have our coffee fix and so we began our visit to Pike Place Market with a visit into Starbucks.  &lt;br /&gt;The first Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8P6yZHGqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wuyglIC_4jg/s1600-h/100_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8P6yZHGqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wuyglIC_4jg/s320/100_0760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214904396152248994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OKwo8hpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/G2dk1iGuGZQ/s1600-h/100_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OKwo8hpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/G2dk1iGuGZQ/s320/100_0787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902471536445074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our day on the monorail and went to Seattle Center. We walked around the   Heart of Seattle and visited the Pacific Science Center.  In the picture above, Kaia is holding a millipede at one of the exhibits there and we continued into the Tropical Butterfly House.  The butterflies were just amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;This is just one of many pictures I took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8S34uzFoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-ttF7K1-TIo/s1600-h/100_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8S34uzFoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-ttF7K1-TIo/s320/100_0792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214907644849100418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a blast running from the water at the International Fountain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OLg3KWxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/8tzztrpPwe8/s1600-h/100_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OLg3KWxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/8tzztrpPwe8/s320/100_0830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902484480973586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn was ready to pose on demand.  She is so photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8S3TVtnNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4549QYIUxeI/s1600-h/100_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8S3TVtnNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4549QYIUxeI/s320/100_0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214907634811772114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly and I taking pictures on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OL2tMNgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Y5DyDW_tlfk/s1600-h/100_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OL2tMNgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Y5DyDW_tlfk/s320/100_0834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214902490344732162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kaia was pooped and passed out on the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8Ojk-nSkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u3xHPVDtItE/s1600-h/100_0833.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8Ojk-nSkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/u3xHPVDtItE/s320/100_0833.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on the Pier.  Holy moly it took work to get this picture.  Kids are such wiggle worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OkEKdlkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IAEIL601f_g/s1600-h/100_0846.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OkEKdlkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IAEIL601f_g/s320/100_0846.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OkF2WNTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bUaD8Fxz5PE/s1600-h/100_0849.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8OkF2WNTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bUaD8Fxz5PE/s320/100_0849.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly, Gary, Josiah, Zachary and Sarah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your hospitality and friendship. We had am awesome time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wolcotts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-311143634614502202?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/311143634614502202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=311143634614502202' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/311143634614502202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/311143634614502202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-pics-visiting-chupiks.html' title='SOME PICS VISITING THE CHUPIKS'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SF8Qt582p_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/12kDjKVNP44/s72-c/100_0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6923628774528436894</id><published>2008-06-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:43.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...it's been a long two weeks!</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been a bit crazy around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago my sister-in-law and her family stayed with us for a few days.  They were living in San Diego and then moved to Austin, Texas.  Unfortunately, my family has not seen them for about a year.  &lt;br /&gt;I met my nephew for the first time.  He's so adorable and so is his big brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvtSePhmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Is6vV-c9zFY/s1600-h/100_0608.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvtSePhmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Is6vV-c9zFY/s320/100_0608.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvuJevNVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yyVAdDDnFTs/s1600-h/100_0639.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvuJevNVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/yyVAdDDnFTs/s320/100_0639.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Tuesday, was Jasmynn's last day of school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her last day of school they got to enjoy Field Day. They had indoor and outdoor activities, but the big blow up slide was her favorite.  Wish I could have tried it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvuyADzBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FBIt6W5jmg8/s1600-h/100_0651.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvuyADzBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FBIt6W5jmg8/s320/100_0651.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvRyMomtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LKobvNy7R9E/s1600-h/100_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvRyMomtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/LKobvNy7R9E/s320/100_0673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212687076283685586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last Friday was Relay For Life.  My family, friends and I had a great time.  It was a perfect day for walking.  Well, most of the time....it did get pretty darn hot there for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my third year participating in this event.  &lt;br /&gt;Hey...and if you didn't get a chance to donate, it's not too late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvRc0WbsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wuK4L-oaPLs/s1600-h/100_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvRc0WbsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wuK4L-oaPLs/s320/100_0732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212687070544686786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on.  It was Jasmynn's last t-ball game this last Saturday.  Yay...I'm so glad to be done and so is she.  We all went to DQ for dessert and awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvQ8L5k8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/8oLEEs5pxUQ/s1600-h/100_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvQ8L5k8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/8oLEEs5pxUQ/s320/100_0742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212687061785088962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia is sporting off her backpack.  She carried her diaper, wipes and crackers to church this morning.  I couldn't resist this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvPgXJ-eI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DZ1sj-YEqnQ/s1600-h/100_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvPgXJ-eI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DZ1sj-YEqnQ/s320/100_0749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212687037136239074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Kaia passing out at the dinner table.  Miss little attitude has been fighting naptime!  Not fun for anyone in the Wolcott home.  She was fighting it all afternoon and then zonked out just like that.  Unfortunallly, she woke up as soon as I put her in her crib.  I was hoping she would sleep till morning.  Ya right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvOxp2tlI/AAAAAAAAAao/N81eTKCRtUk/s1600-h/100_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvOxp2tlI/AAAAAAAAAao/N81eTKCRtUk/s320/100_0751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212687024598201938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun doesn't end there.  I am off to finish packing for a few days in Bothell, Washington.  We are visiting the Chupiks.  It should be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for a well behaved, sleep deprived little girl.  Please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6923628774528436894?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6923628774528436894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6923628774528436894' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6923628774528436894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6923628774528436894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/06/whewits-been-long-two-weeks.html' title='Whew...it&apos;s been a long two weeks!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SFcvtSePhmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Is6vV-c9zFY/s72-c/100_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1247895042729625884</id><published>2008-06-01T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:44.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Evel Knievel</title><content type='html'>This weekend we took Kaia out for first tricycle ride.  She was so excited until she realized she had to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture she just thinks she's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4MOfvKGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5NUO4Va7xc4/s1600-h/100_0581.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4MOfvKGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5NUO4Va7xc4/s320/100_0581.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...she's getting into the groove of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4MefvKHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/EUubRY_g_WY/s1600-h/100_0583.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4MefvKHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/EUubRY_g_WY/s320/100_0583.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...not liking it so much anymore!  This is about when I let go and wasn't pushing her along anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN7W-fvKKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hCBGjXKLRPc/s1600-h/100_0587.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN7W-fvKKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hCBGjXKLRPc/s320/100_0587.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here...well she's had it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4M-fvKJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aHw2sVFlnvQ/s1600-h/100_0588.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4M-fvKJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aHw2sVFlnvQ/s320/100_0588.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of pushing she was confident enough to speed race to the street.  Well, she refused to get back on the sidewalk.  Five, ten minutes later we called it a day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a fun ride for all of us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1247895042729625884?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1247895042729625884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1247895042729625884' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1247895042729625884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1247895042729625884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-miss-evel-knievel.html' title='Little Miss Evel Knievel'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SEN4MOfvKGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5NUO4Va7xc4/s72-c/100_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-273626858646610856</id><published>2008-05-25T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:45.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has This Month Gone?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this month is almost over.  &lt;br /&gt;Just a few more weeks and Jasmynn will be out of school and summer is just around the corner...woo-hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been so busy, but, having fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpLDFBV2iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7XBzzSVOVBk/s1600-h/100_0565.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpLDFBV2iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7XBzzSVOVBk/s320/100_0565.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Jasmynns first grade program.  All the kids did a great job and had a blast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIIVBV2gI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WFaGO3lFuCU/s1600-h/hikethemup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIIVBV2gI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WFaGO3lFuCU/s320/hikethemup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204551627298953730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-ball takes up the majority of our time.  I'm so proud of her.  She's really coming out of her shell.  She's trying new things and enjoying it.  Well...most of the time.  It's a real hassle to get the girl in her uniform.&lt;br /&gt;And this particular day was very hot and the kids had the option to take their undershirt off.  Her pants are a bit hiked up.  Okay, okay a lot hiked up:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIY1BV2hI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EIv7LZDJmbg/s1600-h/100_0443ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIY1BV2hI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EIv7LZDJmbg/s320/100_0443ready.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204551910766795282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you moms do this with more than one child in sports.  Thumbs up to all you moms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIH1BV2eI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RCJeXQlwI50/s1600-h/100_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIH1BV2eI/AAAAAAAAAZM/RCJeXQlwI50/s320/100_0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204551618709019106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia just loves mimicking her older sister with the microphone and High School Musical soundtrack blasting.  With Jas being gone for a couple days with grandpa, Kaia finally got a chance to sing her solo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIIFBV2fI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XAVnVqMbNFs/s1600-h/100_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpIIFBV2fI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XAVnVqMbNFs/s320/100_0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204551623003986418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a busy week with the girls, I just can't wait to cuddle on the couch with this hunk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-273626858646610856?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/273626858646610856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=273626858646610856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/273626858646610856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/273626858646610856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-has-this-month-gone.html' title='Where Has This Month Gone?'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SDpLDFBV2iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7XBzzSVOVBk/s72-c/100_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7356978846816358545</id><published>2008-05-13T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:50:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Lie" Revealed</title><content type='html'>Thanks for playing along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.  In college, I embarrassingly co-taught "salsa dancing" to earn a little extra money.  Lessons anyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Hispanic girl, people assume I have the rhythm of Shakira.  Sorry, but, my hips do lie sometimes!  However, I did take a jazz dance class in college.  It was great fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My sophomore year in high school I sang and danced my heart out in our high school production "West Side Story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself "what in the world was I thinking?"  Yes, my sophomore year I did participate in "West Side Story."  I think I was "Conchita"  something Latino like that:) I was just a side line dancer and singer.  I was too shy to try out for anything more!  Even though it was so out of my comfort zone, I did enjoy every bit of it.  I love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Becca, I'm way older than you.  You were a freshman when I was a senior.  You might have been thinking of my sister.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. I had my first peanut butter and jelly sandwich  shortly after I was 27 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shortly after I had Jasmynn that I craved a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  Never had I had one, so I thought I'd make myself one.  Not bad!  Twenty seven, can you believe that?  &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't till my mom was 52 that she had her first one,  made courtesy of myself:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a deprived closet singer wanna be "Shakira."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7356978846816358545?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7356978846816358545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7356978846816358545' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7356978846816358545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7356978846816358545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/05/lie-revealed.html' title='A &quot;Lie&quot; Revealed'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8025215182062417650</id><published>2008-05-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:07:38.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Along</title><content type='html'>I'm going to give this a shot:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two Truths and a Lie&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  In college, I embarrassingly co-taught "salsa dancing" to earn a little extra money.  Lessons anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My sophomore year in high school I sang and danced my heart out in our high school production "West Side Story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had my first peanut butter and jelly sandwich  shortly after I was 27 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your guess???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8025215182062417650?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8025215182062417650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8025215182062417650' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8025215182062417650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8025215182062417650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/05/playing-along.html' title='Playing Along'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3780998485696889365</id><published>2008-05-04T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:46.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, Jasmynn and Bears...Oh My!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week Jasmynn and I went with on her first grade field trip to the Portland Zoo.    Holy Moly...it's been a long time since I've rode in a school bus.  I didn't like it too much.  I was squished and I got a headache:(  Overall, we had a great time and it turned out to be a perfect day for the zoo, not too hot and not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mssf53FI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sP5tW1uJhwo/s1600-h/100_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mssf53FI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sP5tW1uJhwo/s320/100_0517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196745719519239250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mrcf53BI/AAAAAAAAAYU/e7_0tifciE4/s1600-h/100_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mrcf53BI/AAAAAAAAAYU/e7_0tifciE4/s320/100_0522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196745698044402706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mrsf53CI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VTpLfYTkrZc/s1600-h/100_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mrsf53CI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VTpLfYTkrZc/s320/100_0536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196745702339370018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mr8f53DI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0rw8hfsbBQU/s1600-h/100_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mr8f53DI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0rw8hfsbBQU/s320/100_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196745706634337330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mscf53EI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pDmoWxcwlaI/s1600-h/100_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mscf53EI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pDmoWxcwlaI/s320/100_0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196745715224271938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture of the elephant has to be one of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3780998485696889365?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3780998485696889365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3780998485696889365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3780998485696889365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3780998485696889365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommy-jasmynn-and-bearsoh-my.html' title='Mommy, Jasmynn and Bears...Oh My!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SB6Mssf53FI/AAAAAAAAAY0/sP5tW1uJhwo/s72-c/100_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7684478728348710119</id><published>2008-04-25T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:47.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gazoo</title><content type='html'>I could not resist posting this picture.  She was cheering on her big sis in the garage while her and dad were playing catch.  She wanted to put Jasmynns batting helmet.  I thought she was soooo adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBKtw8f52_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/PnZCj-w2rfY/s1600-h/100_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBKtw8f52_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/PnZCj-w2rfY/s320/100_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193404376696871922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see any resemblance in the picture below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBKtxMf53AI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-krGmnvu6r0/s1600-h/Gazoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBKtxMf53AI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-krGmnvu6r0/s320/Gazoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193404380991839234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7684478728348710119?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7684478728348710119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7684478728348710119' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7684478728348710119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7684478728348710119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-gazoo.html' title='The Great Gazoo'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBKtw8f52_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/PnZCj-w2rfY/s72-c/100_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3172867287455778176</id><published>2008-04-24T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:48.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Shredders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEG-8f528I/AAAAAAAAAXs/XTV4hCx8zGs/s1600-h/100_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEG-8f528I/AAAAAAAAAXs/XTV4hCx8zGs/s320/100_0499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192939523796491202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!  Not a "human" shredder, but live, real people shredders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEHAcf529I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z_LVUwYTl0g/s1600-h/100_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEHAcf529I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z_LVUwYTl0g/s320/100_0502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192939549566294994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEHCsf52-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ApofreuWLgQ/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEHCsf52-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ApofreuWLgQ/s320/100_0503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192939588221000674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs technology when you have two cutie pies to amuse themselves for over an hour and help mom at the same time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3172867287455778176?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3172867287455778176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3172867287455778176' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3172867287455778176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3172867287455778176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/04/human-shredders.html' title='Human Shredders'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SBEG-8f528I/AAAAAAAAAXs/XTV4hCx8zGs/s72-c/100_0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7044360001186355893</id><published>2008-04-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:49.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Early?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1Xl8f526I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZM7AO4SHLzQ/s1600-h/100_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1Xl8f526I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZM7AO4SHLzQ/s320/100_0487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191902254834768802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kaia may be starting early with a shoe fetish.  The girl can spend an hour trying on and searching for left out shoes.  She even has her socks and shoes off in a matter of seconds at the store if she sees any shoes.  It's cute but kind of a pain in the butt when I have to fight her to put her own shoes back on in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos I've caught here at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1XmMf527I/AAAAAAAAAXk/y_JuSzyuRo8/s1600-h/IMG_4214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1XmMf527I/AAAAAAAAAXk/y_JuSzyuRo8/s320/IMG_4214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191902259129736114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1NhMf523I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RANXBlaLImY/s1600-h/100_0488.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1NhMf523I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RANXBlaLImY/s320/100_0488.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of her own shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1S1cf525I/AAAAAAAAAXU/rqKNJBAro8w/s1600-h/101_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1S1cf525I/AAAAAAAAAXU/rqKNJBAro8w/s320/101_0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191897023564602258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And her big sis's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's grown so much from this last picture :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7044360001186355893?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7044360001186355893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7044360001186355893' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7044360001186355893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7044360001186355893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/04/starting-early.html' title='Starting Early?'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SA1Xl8f526I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZM7AO4SHLzQ/s72-c/100_0487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3533549365742360582</id><published>2008-04-13T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:51.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Seven!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DhwVOeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QUA9_aQIsms/s1600-h/100_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DhwVOeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QUA9_aQIsms/s320/100_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188981360656988642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly...I can't believe it.  My little girl is now seven.  She celebrated with some friends. They definitely wore her out because she crashed at about 10:45 pm. The other girls finished their movie and crashed shortly after Jasmynn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DRwVOdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vRgLORzmkwg/s1600-h/100_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DRwVOdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vRgLORzmkwg/s320/100_0446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188981356362021330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played outside most of the evening.  Gorgeous day we had!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3ChwVObI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6k-yBG5WUFE/s1600-h/100_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3ChwVObI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6k-yBG5WUFE/s320/100_0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188981343477119410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DBwVOcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/O800bsw6kPM/s1600-h/100_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DBwVOcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/O800bsw6kPM/s320/100_0473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188981352067054018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They karaokeed.   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I have no idea how to spell this word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3EBwVOfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ySRsj2ltxSc/s1600-h/jasi%27sseven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3EBwVOfI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ySRsj2ltxSc/s320/jasi%27sseven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188981369246923250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture!  (Jasmynn is wearing her Hanna Montana wig she got as a gift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a good time with her friends.  Thanks girls for making this day a special one for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3533549365742360582?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3533549365742360582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3533549365742360582' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3533549365742360582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3533549365742360582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/04/shes-seven.html' title='She&apos;s Seven!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/SAL3DhwVOeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QUA9_aQIsms/s72-c/100_0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3197325481700307664</id><published>2008-03-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:28:26.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awful&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day.  My morning began with Kaia and Jasmynn both crying and/or whining.  I didn't stop till I finally got Kaia down for a nap.  Which was a challenge in itself.  I kid you not...crying and crying for five hours.  After trying to get Kaia down the first time, I had just about had it and began to weep.  Jasmynn in the mean time was whining about whatever she could whine about, which is anything and everything!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12:45 pm I marched right into my bedroom where my husband was still sound asleep and demanded he get up.  Selfish? Maybe!  But I was going to seriously loose it.  He woke up, not a happy camper I might add, but he did.  In about five minutes I was geared up and ready for my "personal race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this time to just relax and pray for some patience.  I ran one, then two and few more.  I was almost there just a few more blocks back to "home sweet home." Yes,  I did it!!! I was a winner.  I had won fifty minutes of "me" time, fifty minutes of calories burned and the grand prize... fifty minutes of peace and quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3197325481700307664?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3197325481700307664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3197325481700307664' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3197325481700307664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3197325481700307664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing-race.html' title='Amazing Race!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2446414865985094937</id><published>2008-03-24T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:52.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike A Pose</title><content type='html'>Our family got a chance to get away for the night.  We have such a hard time planning much with Dave's line of work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday night I packed for the four of us and loaded up the car. I had a schedule and wanted to get on the road early next morning.  Unfortunately, Dave worked 12 1/2 hours that day and only got two hours of sleep.  He was a real trooper.  We left right on schedule and I drove our family to the lovely Oregon Coast.  We had a wonderful time and couldn't ask for better weather, well, I could, but, hey, it's the middle of March.  When we got there it was blue sky and just a little bit of a breeze.  We did some shopping, had lunch with my dad and played on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iABiTSHWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fnuwyxpeN5A/s1600-h/IMG_4349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iABiTSHWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fnuwyxpeN5A/s320/IMG_4349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181532135165664610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iACiTSHXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JmlActVJTkU/s1600-h/IMG_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iACiTSHXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JmlActVJTkU/s320/IMG_4393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181532152345533810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iA-iTSHbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6sTTjtjkXNA/s1600-h/IMG_4366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iA-iTSHbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6sTTjtjkXNA/s320/IMG_4366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181533183137684914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iACyTSHYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UdfoYqZhJFI/s1600-h/IMG_4375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iACyTSHYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UdfoYqZhJFI/s320/IMG_4375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181532156640501122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iADiTSHaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/A_x40fNt_GE/s1600-h/IMG_4358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iADiTSHaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/A_x40fNt_GE/s320/IMG_4358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181532169525403042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit embarrassed waiting for Dave to click the button.  Jasmynn thought we were pretty cool though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2446414865985094937?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2446414865985094937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2446414865985094937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2446414865985094937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2446414865985094937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/strike-pose.html' title='Strike A Pose'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-iABiTSHWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fnuwyxpeN5A/s72-c/IMG_4349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6560647574275638911</id><published>2008-03-20T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:54.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night and Day</title><content type='html'>I have to say my girls are so opposite and very special in their own way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn is a very strong willed and whiny gal.  She knows what she wants and doesn't give up until she gets it.  Unfortunately we give in way too often just to get her to be quiet.  Oh how I love her.  She makes me angry but she can make me laugh hysterically at the same time.  Jasmynn thinks she's a know it all and says the funniest things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share a comment she made the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an almost seven year old, we watch a lot of "Hanna Montana."  One of Hanna's saying is "sweet niblets,"  in her twiney voice.  We've come to use that term quite a bit around the home.  Anyhow,  I said it to her the other day and she looks at me and in a very serious voice says, "Mom...niblets are the little parts of our boobs, huh?"  Oh I laughed so hard and corrected her, "those are called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NIPPLES&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a laugh!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she insisted we color eggs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world I thought to myself.  Oh well, she thought she was stylin.  &lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-M9xSTSHRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xn-IMxTkXz4/s1600-h/IMG_4332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-M9xSTSHRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xn-IMxTkXz4/s320/IMG_4332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180051913341803794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-M9xyTSHSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aj_K3nsFoRg/s1600-h/IMG_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-M9xyTSHSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aj_K3nsFoRg/s320/IMG_4329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180051921931738402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dress you are seeing is her witch costume!  Easter and Halloween?  Okay...whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Kaia is another story.  She's definetley a mamas girls and is a very nurturing little gal.  She likes to follow me around everywhere I go, including the bathroom.  She's so cuddly, but a bit on the dependent side.  I don't have a whole lot of time to myself unless she's sleeping.  Sadly, I have to say it gets little annoying at times.  I want her to be able to play independently but no, I have to be in sight at all times.  I do need to enjoy it while I can because one day she may follow in her sisters foot steps.  A big daddy's girl that Jasmynn is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple pictures of her playing "mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-NAzyTSHTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QoyGQwD94Xs/s1600-h/IMG_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-NAzyTSHTI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QoyGQwD94Xs/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180055254826360114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-NA0CTSHUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FuRimOp3TJM/s1600-h/IMG_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-NA0CTSHUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FuRimOp3TJM/s320/IMG_4326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180055259121327426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think we might have a new blogger in the house:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-NA0STSHVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/K0clX8O913g/s1600-h/IMG_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-NA0STSHVI/AAAAAAAAAUU/K0clX8O913g/s320/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180055263416294738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, even though my two girls are very different, I love them both the same.  So, so very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6560647574275638911?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6560647574275638911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6560647574275638911' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6560647574275638911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6560647574275638911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-and-day.html' title='Night and Day'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R-M9xSTSHRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xn-IMxTkXz4/s72-c/IMG_4332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8693330468697477504</id><published>2008-03-18T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:06:11.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private or Public</title><content type='html'>I have something that has been on my mind for quite some time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will confess to all you readers out there.  "I DON'T PRAY IN PUBLIC OR OUT LOUD."  Why you ask?  I don't know.  Let me take you back a few weeks ago.  I was at a friends house, we were about to begin a video/bible study.  She looked at me and asked if I would like to open us up in prayer.  I gasped!!!  I embarrassingly told her I wasn't comfortable and usually make it clear to small group leaders at the very beginning that I don't pray out loud.  I was so embarrassed, but she kindly said she would say a prayer.  "Go for it,"  I told her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I cant pray.  I do pray, don't get me wrong but not like others.  It's a very private thing to me.  As I pray I talk to him as a friend rambling on and on.  I think he might be saying to himself, "come on Ona...spit it out."  For this reason,  I won't any time soon.  Is this bad?  Is there tricks to praying???  Am I just being a big wimp?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....fast forward a bit.  The video was over and we discussed it a bit and then boom, she asked if I had any prayer requests.  My sweet friend listened to my requests then a few seconds of silence that seemed like forever.  "Oh,  if you have any special prayer requests I can pray for you at my own house,"  I stupidly said to her.  Goodness...I sounded like such a dummy!  &lt;br /&gt;She closed in prayer and sounded like a true angel.  How in the heck do people make it sound so easy and let it flow out so graciously?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want to hear what your intake of this is and what you suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  You know who you are and are probably laughing out loud right now:) Thanks for not making a big deal about it or making me feel dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8693330468697477504?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8693330468697477504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8693330468697477504' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8693330468697477504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8693330468697477504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/private-or-public.html' title='Private or Public'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-9009585567420090621</id><published>2008-03-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:54.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9tJn12vWaI/AAAAAAAAATk/jVIWDoOhX0U/s1600-h/IMG_4270.JPG'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9tJn12vWaI/AAAAAAAAATk/jVIWDoOhX0U/s320/IMG_4270.JPG' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the love of my life turns 34.  It's great that he's only a couple weeks behind...I don't have to feel too old for too long.  And he loves to say he's married to a older woman.  May I add wiser, too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and I love you very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Wifey&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9tOvl2vWbI/AAAAAAAAATs/ICy3PeFSuj0/s1600-h/100_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9tOvl2vWbI/AAAAAAAAATs/ICy3PeFSuj0/s320/100_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177818776115042738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to getting old together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-9009585567420090621?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/9009585567420090621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=9009585567420090621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/9009585567420090621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/9009585567420090621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday-boy.html' title='My Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9tJn12vWaI/AAAAAAAAATk/jVIWDoOhX0U/s72-c/IMG_4270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6758010416081578502</id><published>2008-03-06T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:56.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego Samuel Diaz</title><content type='html'>Okay...I have been patiently waiting for some photos of Baby Diego.  Nothing!  So I decided to go over to Meghan's and take a few pictures of her and her precious little boy. He is so darn cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSitsKaxI/AAAAAAAAATM/-sv0yEs0r-o/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSitsKaxI/AAAAAAAAATM/-sv0yEs0r-o/s320/IMG_4223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174867465670912786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSjdsKayI/AAAAAAAAATU/QRz954uBbIE/s1600-h/IMG_4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSjdsKayI/AAAAAAAAATU/QRz954uBbIE/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174867478555814690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSjtsKazI/AAAAAAAAATc/1qCHnXsk6d8/s1600-h/IMG_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSjtsKazI/AAAAAAAAATc/1qCHnXsk6d8/s320/IMG_4221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174867482850782002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSiNsKavI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SDh_eNByvYQ/s1600-h/IMG_4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSiNsKavI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SDh_eNByvYQ/s320/IMG_4226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174867457080978162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jasmynn would love a little brother.  Wouldn't you all agree?  (Just kidding Mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSidsKawI/AAAAAAAAATE/6VKKMTnRnFo/s1600-h/IMG_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSidsKawI/AAAAAAAAATE/6VKKMTnRnFo/s320/IMG_4217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174867461375945474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it brings back wonderful memories of holding a newborn.  I'm still constantly holding a 20 month old, but it's just not the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one more...maybe this time, a boy.  Ya right!!! Not a chance...not three girls.  Don't have enough patience.  I'll just be knocking on Meghan's door everyday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6758010416081578502?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6758010416081578502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6758010416081578502' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6758010416081578502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6758010416081578502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/diego-samuel-diaz.html' title='Diego Samuel Diaz'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R9DSitsKaxI/AAAAAAAAATM/-sv0yEs0r-o/s72-c/IMG_4223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6024722553960630179</id><published>2008-03-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:57.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I thought I'd share</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we went over to some friends house for dinner.  Wonderful dinner I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with the Wii.  It's fun, but one sure looks silly when you're getting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two grown men were hilarious.  They got so into it.  I tried capturing somebetter snap shots but my camera is a bit slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zejPhoI2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hx0Qel-Q7DM/s1600-h/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zejPhoI2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hx0Qel-Q7DM/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754768986219362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Dave playing baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zejvhoI3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/x3cRCbDLyzc/s1600-h/IMG_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zejvhoI3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/x3cRCbDLyzc/s320/IMG_4195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754777576153970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zej_hoI4I/AAAAAAAAASE/GcwXh8e587g/s1600-h/IMG_4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zej_hoI4I/AAAAAAAAASE/GcwXh8e587g/s320/IMG_4192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754781871121282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself trying to bowl and look non nonchalantly about it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zej_hoI5I/AAAAAAAAASM/U2jehykzAvY/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zej_hoI5I/AAAAAAAAASM/U2jehykzAvY/s320/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754781871121298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn and Sarah posing knowing they were going to be blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;She was so thrilled to have finally met Sarah.  The two hit it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zekPhoI6I/AAAAAAAAASU/lbZMvH3xqzA/s1600-h/IMG_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zekPhoI6I/AAAAAAAAASU/lbZMvH3xqzA/s320/IMG_4196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754786166088610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and Kaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two were hilarious..they were so tired that they would make each other cry for no apparent reason and then they would go back to playing a little later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6024722553960630179?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6024722553960630179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6024722553960630179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6024722553960630179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6024722553960630179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-i-thought-id-share.html' title='Pictures I thought I&apos;d share'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8zejPhoI2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hx0Qel-Q7DM/s72-c/IMG_4200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1067346376697156343</id><published>2008-02-25T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:58.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 34 All Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9wvWfVEI/AAAAAAAAARE/yRmoGBE5TIU/s1600-h/walkonbeach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9wvWfVEI/AAAAAAAAARE/yRmoGBE5TIU/s200/walkonbeach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171185442193626178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I turned 34, but my birthday celebration started Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;My morning started with opening a present from my lovely mom.  She actually had given me my present last Saturday. Like a good girl I tucked it away behind the TV so I wouldn't be tempted to open it till my actual birthday.  She gave the okay to open it before my weekend with my two best friends.  &lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I said good bye to my family and headed off to Seaside.  Woo-hoo,  girls road trip to the beach.  I was counting down since Thursday night.  The weather was perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9w_WfVFI/AAAAAAAAARM/44fApxp0us0/s1600-h/3shadows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9w_WfVFI/AAAAAAAAARM/44fApxp0us0/s200/3shadows.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171185446488593490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9xPWfVGI/AAAAAAAAARU/8_IkthnXZbw/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9xPWfVGI/AAAAAAAAARU/8_IkthnXZbw/s200/friends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171185450783560802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We giggled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9xfWfVHI/AAAAAAAAARc/kYeg3G4IMLg/s1600-h/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9xfWfVHI/AAAAAAAAARc/kYeg3G4IMLg/s200/shoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171185455078528114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9xvWfVII/AAAAAAAAARk/5KDED0Hb974/s1600-h/shopped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9xvWfVII/AAAAAAAAARk/5KDED0Hb974/s200/shopped.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171185459373495426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               And we shopped, shopped and shopped some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate a ton and got to take advantage of the hot tub for a bit each night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls...you're not getting any pictures of us in swimsuits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to get away, but, have to admit I sure missed my kids and husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got home around 1pm and my family surprised me.  Well, not actually because my sister spilled the beans on my drive home.  So I had to pretend not to know.  We all headed to the Olive Garden and ya, I ate some more.  Holy Moly, stepping on the scale this morning was not too pretty.  Oh well, it's fun to splurge once in awhile.  I think the best part was having the waitress not believe me when I told her I was 34.  She might have been working for a big tip but it sure made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the excitement of this weekend my friend had her baby on my birthday.  I kept teasing her to wait till the 24th.  What a champ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8PC0_WfVJI/AAAAAAAAARs/owE1W-6R1QM/s1600-h/baby%2Bdiego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8PC0_WfVJI/AAAAAAAAARs/owE1W-6R1QM/s200/baby%2Bdiego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171191012766209170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for making my birthday a special one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1067346376697156343?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1067346376697156343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1067346376697156343' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1067346376697156343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1067346376697156343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/02/turning-34-all-weekend.html' title='Turning 34 All Weekend'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R8O9wvWfVEI/AAAAAAAAARE/yRmoGBE5TIU/s72-c/walkonbeach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6597562290292679887</id><published>2008-02-13T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:58.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Mama In The House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R7NfvfWfVCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uIEanAb5Udw/s1600-h/linbirth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R7NfvfWfVCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uIEanAb5Udw/s320/linbirth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166578466998408226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 30th Birthday Linnea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me for the picture.  I was going through boxes today and could not resist :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6597562290292679887?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6597562290292679887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6597562290292679887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6597562290292679887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6597562290292679887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-mama-in-house.html' title='Hot Mama In The House!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R7NfvfWfVCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uIEanAb5Udw/s72-c/linbirth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8045152202893828762</id><published>2008-02-04T20:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Burger Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDmzOxibI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q6xIbggcw6s/s1600-h/100_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDmzOxibI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q6xIbggcw6s/s320/100_0404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163732781623249330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDnTOxicI/AAAAAAAAAQk/03CImfJdtDs/s1600-h/100_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDnTOxicI/AAAAAAAAAQk/03CImfJdtDs/s320/100_0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163732790213183938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDpTOxidI/AAAAAAAAAQs/14_XKKt_SPE/s1600-h/100_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDpTOxidI/AAAAAAAAAQs/14_XKKt_SPE/s320/100_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163732824572922322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So...Jasmynn asked Dave if he would sleep in her burger joint play tent with her.   He promised her the the next night.  Well I said to myself, "ya right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he proved me wrong.  Surely Jasmynn had not forgotten her promise from daddy.  He was a a trooper and set up her tent in the living room with a few sleeping bags to make it more comfortable on the hard wood floors.  She was so excited, but the poor guy didn't even fit.  For the love of his daughter he made it work.  Well, for most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and by the way, half way through the night the tent was on the other side of the room and by morning time Dave was on the other side of the house getting some "real quality"  sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jasmynn, this will probably be yours and dads last time sleeping in a burger joint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8045152202893828762?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8045152202893828762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8045152202893828762' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8045152202893828762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8045152202893828762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-burger-sleepover.html' title='Big Burger Sleepover'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6lDmzOxibI/AAAAAAAAAQc/q6xIbggcw6s/s72-c/100_0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1487452466435425368</id><published>2008-01-29T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:59.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in:)</title><content type='html'>I'm still here... just a bit lazy with blogging the last couple weeks.  However, it's been quite busy around here.  I'm sometimes told I need to quit and just slow down.  If you know me at all I'm a bit stubborn, so when I get something in my mind, I don't quit until it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been contemplating repainting my purple living room to a more open and brighter color.  So, last Monday I bought some paint and repainted.  I finished it in two evening after the girls when to bed.  I'm not completely done redecorating but I love the new look.  I painted the hallways finally after living here 5 years and repainted the purple with a blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple weeks there have been a few passengers boarding the birthday train......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice, Mallory and brother-in-law, Craig on the 17th and my sister-in-law on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't forget my "boyfriend" on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6ALhDOxiQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EbcbpBvlCG8/s1600-h/Justin-Timberlake-mv02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6ALhDOxiQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EbcbpBvlCG8/s320/Justin-Timberlake-mv02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161137835397449986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is anyone getting snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn is just waiting to play in the snow but no luck here so far.  It just melts after it falls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows...maybe we'll get another snow day like yesterday.  What was that all about???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, these kids never go to school anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is good and have a wonderful weekend!!!  (just in case I don't blog sooner than that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1487452466435425368?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1487452466435425368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1487452466435425368' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1487452466435425368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1487452466435425368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in:)'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R6ALhDOxiQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EbcbpBvlCG8/s72-c/Justin-Timberlake-mv02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3187552531490472169</id><published>2008-01-13T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:00:37.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check!</title><content type='html'>I did it...I got through my half marathon without any injuries.  What an amazing feeling.  I wasn't able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the entire race, but, I knew that going into it this morning.  I had three session of physical therapy this week to just get me to the finish line.  This helped dramatically because a week ago I couldn't get passed the 2 mile mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few picture of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/100_0364.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting line (I was trying to get my garmin watch going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0368.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/100_0368.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two mile mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0374.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/100_0374.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing (my knees were killing me by this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/100_0376.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a cup of coffee with my friend Liz.  ( She kicked my butt )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/100_0380.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Jess rewarded me with a home cooked meal at my house.  (Love her lasagna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/100_0379.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off the evening with more carbs...Brownies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I did this.  Hope this is the first of many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Liz for sharing this experience with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Jessica for a wonderful dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you mom and dad for watching the girls so that Dave could cheer me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Dave for many hours of sacrificed sleep so that I could train.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And most of all...God, thank you for answering my prayers and letting me finish without any  injuries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3187552531490472169?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3187552531490472169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3187552531490472169' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3187552531490472169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3187552531490472169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/01/check.html' title='Check!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3483246200815267958</id><published>2008-01-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:58:26.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needle In A Haystack</title><content type='html'>Lately I just have had a poor attitude.  I want to get out of my slump but can't.  I need a bit of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like the "needle"  in the haystack, except no one is looking for me.  I love going to church.  I admit it's hard to get motivated when I have to take the girls alone.  I see many families walking in with their kids and their husbands.  Many single moms do this I know, but I wish I had my husband to go with me.  Due to his job it's just not possible at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue I have to deal with is my oldest daughter.  She hates going to Sunday School.  It's nothing new.  Last year she finally felt comfortable and with no complaints she went.  As soon as the new school year started, so did classes.  Unfortunately the girls she was playing with were moved to the higher class up.  Since then it's been a nightmare to get her out of bed and ready.  She's not dumb, she knows when it's Sunday and will play sick or just put up a fight the night before or the morning of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am almost in the middle of January and have not stepped into a Sunday Service since November.  Has anyone noticed?  Has anyone called to see if we are okay?  No!!!  It  makes me a bit sad that I'm not or don't feel important that anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't mean to feel sorry for myself, but it's very frustrating and discouraging.  The other day I was thinking about something.  I've been going to the same church for five years and in that five years, our family has been invited to someones home once.  Once....that's pretty sad!!!  What's sadder is that family we did get together with occasionally no longer live in town.  My husband and I ask ourselves, "are we that boring of people that no one wants to hang out with us".   I know, I know, we can ask others over to our home, but that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not me.  So I'm hoping others shy away from us because they are feeling the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note...my husband got a new shift that will allow us to go as a family when the time comes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; if I  get off my butt and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get this off my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3483246200815267958?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3483246200815267958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3483246200815267958' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3483246200815267958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3483246200815267958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/01/needle-in-haystack.html' title='Needle In A Haystack'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5350393976510103479</id><published>2008-01-04T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:51:55.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free?  I Think Not!!!</title><content type='html'>August 1, 2007 is my first documented run.  I began with a one mile 15 minute jog.   I am not an athlete and never have been.  Let me tell ya...that one mile took everything I had in me.  So, I got through a week of jogging and thought...hmmm, I wonder if I could do two miles?.  It's history from then!&lt;br /&gt;I loved it and running became my new found hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about my new "free" hobby.  I thought of the benefits, it's free, it's "me" time, the health benefits drove me to run more and did I mention FREE!!  So, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moly... this has been an expensive drive!  Let me just break it down to you real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Garmin GPS watch- $128 (I payed this with my garage sale money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Two pairs of running shoes- $155  (important to know what type of shoe will be needed, more info to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cute running clothes- approximately $300 ( Hey, I gotta look cute out there, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  ITB Strap - $16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Doctors co-payments- $20 ( Yes, I have hurt myself to where I've had to get over my stubbornness and get my knee checked out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Beginning next Monday, Physical Therapy-  $$$???  (who knows how much I'll need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am signed up to do a 1/2 marathon next Sunday the 13th and not sure if I will be able accomplish this goal I set out to do four weeks ago.  Last week I ran my 10 mile run and felt great and so amped that I had completed it.  I had a day of rest and out I was the next morning for a five mile sprint.  I didn't make it to the three mile mark, my knee had given out and had to walk the rest of my route.  Oh, I was so ticked and disappointed.  Stubborn me thought I could give it a few days of rest and just cross-train and then complete my scheduled 12 mile run with &lt;a href="http://garlandfun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;.  Poor Liz had to walk with me back home after a two mile run.  My knee just couldn't take it, my run was done for the day.  She and my husband convinced my to go get it checked out.  Nothing damaging has been found, so, hopefully with a few physical therapy sessions next week and a few prayers, I just might be able to accomplish my race.  I may come in last, but, I so want to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: &lt;/span&gt; If you are thinking of picking up running in the future, I truly recommend going to &lt;a href="http://activesalem.com/"&gt;Gallagher's&lt;/a&gt; to get fitted for the right shoe.  I learned that I was an over-pronator.  This requires a certain type of shoe.  They did a wonderful job in helping me with this.  I'm guessing that having the wrong type of shoe has something to do with my ITB Tendinitis.  If I had only listened to Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5350393976510103479?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5350393976510103479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5350393976510103479' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5350393976510103479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5350393976510103479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2008/01/free-i-think-not.html' title='Free?  I Think Not!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5712593982990817378</id><published>2007-12-17T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Years</title><content type='html'>Today we are celebrating our 13th year of marriage.  It's been a long road, but, well worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few photo's.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, I don't have a scanner.  I had to take pictures of previously scanned photos. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we look like babies.  Hey... we were babies, we were only 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2Ytcs71p9I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZW_BQrz8WBA/s1600-h/100_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2Ytcs71p9I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZW_BQrz8WBA/s200/100_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144849595439097810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2Yu2s71p_I/AAAAAAAAANY/gFd5o90P-eM/s1600-h/100_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2Yu2s71p_I/AAAAAAAAANY/gFd5o90P-eM/s200/100_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144851141627324402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of many laughs we've shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2YtyM71p-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/doBnhBKBcAs/s1600-h/100_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2YtyM71p-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/doBnhBKBcAs/s200/100_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144849964806285282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, I love you...here's to many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5712593982990817378?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5712593982990817378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5712593982990817378' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5712593982990817378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5712593982990817378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/12/thirteen-years.html' title='Thirteen Years'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R2Ytcs71p9I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZW_BQrz8WBA/s72-c/100_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1709497192882233608</id><published>2007-12-12T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:55:37.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my longer run.  Yes...we ran eight miles!  Hooray for Liz and I, but not my knee.  I'm scheduled to work on speed runs these next few days starting tomorrow.  I'm limping a bit and don't know why or what has happened.  I can use all the prayers I can get for quick healing.  My running is very crucial these next few weeks to get me ready for my half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mom if you are reading this I didn't tell you last night because I didn't want you to worry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1709497192882233608?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1709497192882233608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1709497192882233608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1709497192882233608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1709497192882233608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/12/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1406021414533185910</id><published>2007-12-10T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:55:25.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP, HELP, HELP ! ! !</title><content type='html'>I have lost my editors toolbar.  I've clicked on compose and edit html.  Neither are showing the toolbar that was once there.  I have no idea what I did or how, but I need it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1406021414533185910?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1406021414533185910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1406021414533185910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1406021414533185910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1406021414533185910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/12/help-help-help.html' title='HELP, HELP, HELP ! ! !'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2960773186388549733</id><published>2007-12-08T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:01.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little buddy :)</title><content type='html'>So...with some inspiration from &lt;a href="http://garlandfun.blogspot.com"&gt;Liz &lt;/a&gt;I decided a couple weeks ago to train for a 1/2 marathon. I have five more weeks to get ready.  Oh dear what am I getting myself into? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I will be running partners for my longer runs on Tuesdays, but, that still leaves me three other days on my own.  Due to our Oregon weather I have to take advantage of any sun breaks.  I've got myself a new new partner for these kind of days.  She's super cute and manages to stay 2 steps ahead of me at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my running partner, Kaia. Well two partners...bear goes everywhere Kaia goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R1tu8ZEGPEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YKDUyAJuhiM/s1600-h/runkaia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R1tu8ZEGPEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YKDUyAJuhiM/s320/runkaia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141825383372831810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to convert this picture in Black and White due to my lack of make-up and wavy wake up hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R1tu3ZEGPDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_yPMJkfm3c/s1600-h/mkrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R1tu3ZEGPDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_yPMJkfm3c/s320/mkrun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141825297473485874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when Kaia falls asleep she still manages to beat me.  Not fair!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2960773186388549733?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2960773186388549733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2960773186388549733' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2960773186388549733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2960773186388549733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-little-buddy.html' title='My little buddy :)'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R1tu8ZEGPEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YKDUyAJuhiM/s72-c/runkaia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-9246314886325693</id><published>2007-12-07T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:25:13.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Sister Is 28</title><content type='html'>Loreena, Happy Birthday!  I love you so much.  I know you hate sappy comments, so I'm keeping this short and sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little girl you were stubborn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you are still stubborn, but, we love you regardless. You're a wonderful mother to Mallory, a  sister that understands me when no one else does and a auntie that my girls can't wait to see again after you leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/28.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've come a long way baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;(You smile now in pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful birthday "Snuffy"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-9246314886325693?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/9246314886325693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=9246314886325693' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/9246314886325693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/9246314886325693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-28th.html' title='My Baby Sister Is 28'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4442449154137520487</id><published>2007-12-03T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:23:38.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister and I went to Washington Square and took Santa photos of the girls.  We have some of the wimpiest girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was Jasmynn's first photo with him.  She has been terrified in the past.  Luckily for her she had a little sister to play hero to, so she was all for it. As you can see, Kaia was not thrilled.  Poor Kaia....she was so scared, I felt so bad.  I guess not too bad because I was going to get that picture no matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4442449154137520487?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4442449154137520487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4442449154137520487' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4442449154137520487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4442449154137520487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sister-and-i-went-to-washington.html' title=''/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-963583718329326828</id><published>2007-11-29T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:46:42.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Elfed!!!</title><content type='html'>This is hilarious!  A friend sent me an e-mail with her kids "Elfed".  I was laughing for about 10 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to try it out myself and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays from the "Wolcotts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1114131624"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1114131624&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-963583718329326828?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/963583718329326828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=963583718329326828' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/963583718329326828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/963583718329326828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-got-elfed.html' title='I Got Elfed!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6541836227636850203</id><published>2007-11-27T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:39:51.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks A "Latte"!!!</title><content type='html'>Becca and Stephanie, "Thank You!!!" You two did a wonderful job hosting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those I hadn't met before, "Nice to have met you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6541836227636850203?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6541836227636850203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6541836227636850203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6541836227636850203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6541836227636850203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-latte.html' title='Thanks A &quot;Latte&quot;!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5463431052035968270</id><published>2007-11-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:02.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips</title><content type='html'>What you'll need to empty your wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fCIg5Wg_I/AAAAAAAAALg/9BlCREb_5pY/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fCIg5Wg_I/AAAAAAAAALg/9BlCREb_5pY/s320/thanks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136287351564567538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family to say "you're crazy", and a husband to watch the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fCDg5Wg-I/AAAAAAAAALY/qIAcipQD-IY/s1600-h/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fCDg5Wg-I/AAAAAAAAALY/qIAcipQD-IY/s320/IMG_3947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136287265665221602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Driver/Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fB9A5Wg9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/yBoCZNgerIk/s1600-h/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fB9A5Wg9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/yBoCZNgerIk/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136287153996071890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fB1w5Wg8I/AAAAAAAAALI/o7T36zpoYVc/s1600-h/IMG_3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fB1w5Wg8I/AAAAAAAAALI/o7T36zpoYVc/s320/IMG_3949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136287029442020290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fBBA5Wg6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/PjKzeKr1JIU/s1600-h/IMG_3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fBBA5Wg6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/PjKzeKr1JIU/s320/IMG_3950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136286123203920802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Credit Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fBJg5Wg7I/AAAAAAAAALA/eu3FXYQKtd0/s1600-h/IMG_3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fBJg5Wg7I/AAAAAAAAALA/eu3FXYQKtd0/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136286269232808882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need I say more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5463431052035968270?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5463431052035968270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5463431052035968270' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5463431052035968270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5463431052035968270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/tips.html' title='Tips'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/R0fCIg5Wg_I/AAAAAAAAALg/9BlCREb_5pY/s72-c/thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1169365446453070780</id><published>2007-11-21T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:41:02.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!!   Hope you have a wonderful weekend with your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see some of you Friday morning out shopping like "mad women".  I love going out at 5 am in the morning shopping for great deals and then finishing the afternoon with a big breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you going???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1169365446453070780?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1169365446453070780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1169365446453070780' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1169365446453070780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1169365446453070780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-659206878469639619</id><published>2007-11-16T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:03.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo-hoo!!!</title><content type='html'>Not a big deal to most people but I'm so excited for this.  I'm so there with you Liz.  &lt;a href="http://garlandfun.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I agree after 10 years of marriage an "anniversary shower" is due. My 10 year anniversary was almost 3 years ago this December and we were in desperate need of a toaster.  It's a bit embarrassing to show what my toaster looked like...but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Rz4hnw5Wg4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3D2MylwT47Y/s1600-h/IMG_3870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Rz4hnw5Wg4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3D2MylwT47Y/s320/IMG_3870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133577592273011586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my new one...still not that fancy, but sure beats the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Rz4thQ5Wg5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0VWv9BAdgeM/s1600-h/IMG_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Rz4thQ5Wg5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/0VWv9BAdgeM/s320/IMG_3893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133590674743395218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun would it be to register for an "anniversary shower".  I would go nuts now that I'm older and know what I would actually need and use.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of things would you put on your "registry"  if  you could do it all over again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-659206878469639619?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/659206878469639619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=659206878469639619' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/659206878469639619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/659206878469639619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo-hoo!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Rz4hnw5Wg4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3D2MylwT47Y/s72-c/IMG_3870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-5876041701055833267</id><published>2007-11-13T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:41:41.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately...I'm just trying to tell myself "tomorrow's another day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hat superhuman power would you most like to have?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would like to be "invisible" Hot and Sexy like "invisable girl" in "Fantastic Four."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two girls and husband and when men grunt at the gym.  What is that all about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cats or dogs?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ould you rather be a little smarter or a little sexier?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexier...no doubt about it!!!  Come on....whens the last time you saw a guy take a double take of your brain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the one thing you'll never understand?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why young teen girls get pregnant and it's their first time having sex and women who are married and try and try just cant.  That just irks me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My life would be simpler if?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my husband around more to help with the bills, kids and cleaning.  Maybe even some offers to babysit from family so that Dave and I can go on dates every once in awhile. (hint, hint!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The big decision I'm currently wrestling with?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have any big decisions to make at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-5876041701055833267?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/5876041701055833267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=5876041701055833267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5876041701055833267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/5876041701055833267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4382353770771021296</id><published>2007-11-12T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:03.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray.....Your Two!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RzkqGXBddsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_tNBJ4pAifQ/s1600-h/brothers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RzkqGXBddsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_tNBJ4pAifQ/s320/brothers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132179539113113282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Isaiah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday big boy!!!  Hope you are having a wonderful time in Disneyland...wish we were spinning the teapots with you.  Can't wait to see you again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/MVI_3890.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and miss you very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Uncle Dave, Auntie Ona and Cousins Jasmynn and Kaia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4382353770771021296?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4382353770771021296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4382353770771021296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4382353770771021296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4382353770771021296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoorayyour-two.html' title='Hooray.....Your Two!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RzkqGXBddsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_tNBJ4pAifQ/s72-c/brothers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-3119695489200574759</id><published>2007-11-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:46:41.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name...</title><content type='html'>Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp; current car) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Macho Passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite cookie) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mint chocolate chip Chocolate Chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O-Wol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Purple None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wolon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink put "The") &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue Carmel Macchiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blas Guadalupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. STRIPPER NAME : ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, favorite candy) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be Delicious Peanut Butter Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp; father’s middle names ) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ellen Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-3119695489200574759?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/3119695489200574759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=3119695489200574759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3119695489200574759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/3119695489200574759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name...'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4182033467149040871</id><published>2007-11-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:24:16.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>It's happening again this weekend.  Another weekend cooped in the house. Boring!!!  My poor Jasmynn was sick last Friday.  We crossed our fingers and as of yesterday we were all in the clear...so we thought.  Kaia woke up this morning puking.  Poor Kaia...this was her first time puking.  She had no idea what was happening.  I'm not feeling to hot myself either.  Oh, how I hate to be sick!  So, it will be another weekend in hiding.  Ta-Ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4182033467149040871?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4182033467149040871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4182033467149040871' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4182033467149040871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4182033467149040871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-so-fun-friday.html' title='Not So Fun Friday'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6175144178431700322</id><published>2007-11-06T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:26:24.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Twisting Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Okay, say that five times real fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our cheap entertainment.  We get a kick out of listening to each other tongue twist.  We thought it would be fun to get it on video...so here it is, Jasmynn and mommy making fools of ourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/MVI_3857.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that blur up at the left hand corner?  Jasmynn spit right into the camera.  So funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/MVI_3861.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6175144178431700322?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6175144178431700322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6175144178431700322' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6175144178431700322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6175144178431700322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/tongue-twisting-tuesday.html' title='Tongue Twisting Tuesday'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2548495858097756204</id><published>2007-11-05T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:03.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want To Play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ry9Pp01V10I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/63gfSMP1Gh4/s1600-h/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ry9Pp01V10I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/63gfSMP1Gh4/s320/IMG_3692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129406080573888322" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody want to come play with me sometime???  I'm with my mommy all day and my big sister is in school all day as well.  Would love a play date with kids my own age.  I'm 16 months old and a bit of a cry baby, but up for some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2548495858097756204?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2548495858097756204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2548495858097756204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2548495858097756204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2548495858097756204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/want-to-play.html' title='Want To Play?'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ry9Pp01V10I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/63gfSMP1Gh4/s72-c/IMG_3692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4866478434511498437</id><published>2007-11-02T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:04.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Result Of Many Prayers</title><content type='html'>Our beautiful result of a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryumvk1V1zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o9P_AdqnNs8/s1600-h/kaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryumvk1V1zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o9P_AdqnNs8/s320/kaia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128375936962910002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our first daughter we immediately tried to have another child.  After 3 years of trying and nothing, we met with a fertility doctor.  My husband was good to go but I was not ovulating.  We were told there was a medication we could try that would help me ovulate regularly.  We passed, we were scared of the meds not working or  having multiples which she mentioned was possible but not high.  After another year of no success we went back to see another doctor.  After talking to her, I was sold.  Let me tell you, it was not fun.  We could only have sex every other day and at that at the same time.  Too stressful...not fun having sex on a schedule.  The time had come for me to start, well hopefully not.  I took a test, negative.  Another week passed, negative.  Two years ago November 3, 2005 I had an appointment to get some blood work done and to get a refill on my prescription.  I mentioned I had not started yet, so she told me to go to the lab for a pregnancy test just in case.  I went back to work afterwards and waited impatiently and said a prayer.  2:30 came around and I made the phone call.  Yeah...my prayers were finally answered!  I was with child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos of my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyumoU1V1yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QV58SS-HTfs/s1600-h/softglow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyumoU1V1yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QV58SS-HTfs/s320/softglow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128375812408858402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryumk01V1xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BQCOCrgB3Bs/s1600-h/softglow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryumk01V1xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BQCOCrgB3Bs/s320/softglow3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128375752279316242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was big, huh???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4866478434511498437?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4866478434511498437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4866478434511498437' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4866478434511498437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4866478434511498437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/11/result-of-many-prayers.html' title='A Result Of Many Prayers'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryumvk1V1zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/o9P_AdqnNs8/s72-c/kaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7025717142862328193</id><published>2007-10-30T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:05.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!!</title><content type='html'>"Witching" you all a Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryfw201V1qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-TXbBVsn9m4/s1600-h/Kaiahall07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryfw201V1qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-TXbBVsn9m4/s320/Kaiahall07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331525470574242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyfwnU1V1pI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NQemqXuWpRg/s1600-h/jashall07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyfwnU1V1pI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NQemqXuWpRg/s320/jashall07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127331259182601874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Here is a picture of my new haircut. I decided to cut my hair due to pulling it back everyday.  Boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryfx401V1tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZUDR20zGE9E/s1600-h/IMG_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryfx401V1tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZUDR20zGE9E/s200/IMG_3898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127332659341940434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7025717142862328193?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7025717142862328193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7025717142862328193' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7025717142862328193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7025717142862328193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/boo.html' title='Boo!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryfw201V1qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-TXbBVsn9m4/s72-c/Kaiahall07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6606089453259929652</id><published>2007-10-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:06.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryd7Uk1V1kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NQ1_sGxco8w/s1600-h/IMG_3887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryd7Uk1V1kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NQ1_sGxco8w/s200/IMG_3887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127202294199604802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what I did this morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6606089453259929652?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6606089453259929652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6606089453259929652' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6606089453259929652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6606089453259929652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/guess.html' title='Guess???'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/Ryd7Uk1V1kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NQ1_sGxco8w/s72-c/IMG_3887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-316846012510955324</id><published>2007-10-29T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:10.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY9IU1V1jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/00QP98Y_9cg/s1600-h/IMG_3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY9IU1V1jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/00QP98Y_9cg/s320/IMG_3842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126852439048574514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn loves going to the Pumpkin Patch but hates to carry her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY76k1V1hI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xivAPhZELiY/s1600-h/kaiapatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY76k1V1hI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xivAPhZELiY/s320/kaiapatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126851103313745426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia was so mesmerized by the pumpkins and carried hers the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY7zU1V1gI/AAAAAAAAAG8/akxcH6b3KHM/s1600-h/IMG_3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY7zU1V1gI/AAAAAAAAAG8/akxcH6b3KHM/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126850978759693826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's the hottest cowboy I've ever seen!  (oh, how he's going to kill me when he sees this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY7t01V1fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5MMnjDjYzz0/s1600-h/IMG_3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY7t01V1fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5MMnjDjYzz0/s320/IMG_3829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126850884270413298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these the cutest little Jack-o-lanterns you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY7mE1V1eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/i94AsRQZjS0/s1600-h/ppkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY7mE1V1eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/i94AsRQZjS0/s320/ppkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126850751126427106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to EZ Orchards last Tuesday.  It had to be the one of the most beautiful days of the week.  As you can see, I wore a tank top and I was still warm. Had such a great time, except for all the bugs.  Dave and Jasmynn complained the entire time through the corn maze, the squishy mud and the fruit flies.  What wimps!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-316846012510955324?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/316846012510955324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=316846012510955324' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/316846012510955324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/316846012510955324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RyY9IU1V1jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/00QP98Y_9cg/s72-c/IMG_3842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7896821733855961022</id><published>2007-10-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:31:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Good-bye!</title><content type='html'>This is very hard for me, but it's time to say good bye to an old friend of mine.  Some of you might know my "friend".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little history of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been there in my lows and highs.  She's always nearby if I need her and very truthful.  She lets me know if I need to lose a few pounds and she's honest enough to let me know if I should gain a few too.  We get together for a few seconds first thing in the morning.  We say hello when I wash my hands, brush my teeth and even take a pee or poop.  Don't think I'm weird but my favorite visits are after I take a poop.  She then tells me "good girl, you lost a pound".  We meet a few time more throughout the day and sometimes I meet her for a secret rendezvous in the middle of the night.  Do you know my "friend".  Let me introduce you...Blogger Friends meet Ms. Health-O-Meter, my scale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made the decision to put her away in a place I can not easily get to.  I try to eat right, I exercise, but for some psychotic reason I have to know what I weigh all the time.  How awful is that???  I meet with a personal trainer and she was over the other day. As I was confessing my obsession with the scale she looked at me and said, "instead of paying me for training I think you need to pay someone to get over your obsession".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this the last few days and my biggest concern is what kind of example am I setting for my two daughters I so love and adore.  I don't want them to have worry about what society thinks they should look like. I want them to be happy with themselves and their natural beauty and never look back and say "well mom did it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason and for my own sanity I'm saying "GOOD-BYE OLD FRIEND, DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON YOUR WAY OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any "friends" you need to say good-bye to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7896821733855961022?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7896821733855961022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7896821733855961022' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7896821733855961022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7896821733855961022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/saying-good-bye.html' title='Saying Good-bye!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8040903100848104139</id><published>2007-10-24T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:30:03.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/MVI_3824.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Sorry, I don't know how to flip the image )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to prove to some of you that she is finally walking (Linnea :).  Yes, it only took 16 months for Kaia to figure it out.  Such a proud mama!!!  However, I think the little booger already knew how to but was just too lazy.  I guess I wouldn't walk either if I had everyone always holding, hugging and kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Kaia !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8040903100848104139?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8040903100848104139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8040903100848104139' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8040903100848104139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8040903100848104139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_24.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2589646648433271033</id><published>2007-10-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:11.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say "Cheese"!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcezRtrbI/AAAAAAAAADs/sRUr89bxgtM/s1600-h/101_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcezRtrbI/AAAAAAAAADs/sRUr89bxgtM/s200/101_0185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124212897759473074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcWDRtraI/AAAAAAAAADk/6RtDIf0ds8s/s1600-h/101_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcWDRtraI/AAAAAAAAADk/6RtDIf0ds8s/s200/101_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124212747435617698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcMjRtrZI/AAAAAAAAADc/gfogn5VXw_o/s1600-h/IMG_3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcMjRtrZI/AAAAAAAAADc/gfogn5VXw_o/s200/IMG_3823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124212584226860434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcJDRtrYI/AAAAAAAAADU/EpslWQXjnxw/s1600-h/IMG_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcJDRtrYI/AAAAAAAAADU/EpslWQXjnxw/s200/IMG_3821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124212524097318274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmynn had a friend over this weekend.  They were too cute!  They took pictures of each other with Jasmynn's new camera.  They ended the night with a sugar high and dancing to "High School Musical".  It's amazing how these little girls know  all the lyrics to the songs.  Oh how I wish I was able to get it on video.  The two sure know how to get "jiggy with it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2589646648433271033?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2589646648433271033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2589646648433271033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2589646648433271033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2589646648433271033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-cheese.html' title='Say &quot;Cheese&quot;!!!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxzcezRtrbI/AAAAAAAAADs/sRUr89bxgtM/s72-c/101_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2119827684650813451</id><published>2007-10-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:46:53.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Say, God Says"</title><content type='html'>My sister sent this to me yesterday in an email.  Thought it was worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HANDY LITTLE CHART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a positive answer:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD SAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)You say: "It's impossible"&lt;br /&gt;God says: All things are possible&lt;br /&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)You say: "I'm too tired"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will give you rest&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)You say: "Nobody really loves me"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I love you&lt;br /&gt;(John 3:1 6 &amp; John 3:34 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)You say: "I can't go on"&lt;br /&gt;God says: My grace is sufficient&lt;br /&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)You say: "I can't figure things out"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will direct your steps&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 3:5- 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)You say: "I can't do it"&lt;br /&gt;God says: You can do all things&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)You say: "I'm not able"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I am able&lt;br /&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)You say: "It's not worth it"&lt;br /&gt;God says: It will be worth it&lt;br /&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)You say: "I can't forgive myself"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I Forgive you&lt;br /&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)You say: "I can't manage"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will supply all your needs&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)ou say: "I'm afraid"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;br /&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated"&lt;br /&gt;God says: Cast all your cares on ME&lt;br /&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)You say: "I'm not smart enough"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I give you wisdom&lt;br /&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)You say: "I feel all alone"&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will never leave you or forsake you&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really struggle with #12 I'm a worry wart and easily lose my patience and become very frustrated and end up with anxiety.  In my Bible it says, (I Peter 5:7) "Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you".  How awesome is that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2119827684650813451?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2119827684650813451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2119827684650813451' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2119827684650813451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2119827684650813451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-say-god-says.html' title='&quot;You Say, God Says&quot;'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-4131177904100531229</id><published>2007-10-17T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:10:32.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy's Little Helper"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid222.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/my02girls/MVI_3815.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia must think I'm slacking on my cleaning duties :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-4131177904100531229?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/4131177904100531229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=4131177904100531229' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4131177904100531229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/4131177904100531229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Mommy&apos;s Little Helper&quot;'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-570136985104112379</id><published>2007-10-14T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:18:12.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"WOW " TO W.O.F !  !  !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxLocDRtrTI/AAAAAAAAACs/JUt-ROk1zfo/s1600-h/IMG_3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxLocDRtrTI/AAAAAAAAACs/JUt-ROk1zfo/s200/IMG_3806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121411294887259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing weekend!  Being my first time at "Women of Faith", I just didn't know what to expect.  Wow...loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to share this experience with two of my very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried, laughed, and tried to take it all in. It was such a spiritual experience and loved every minute of it. These women's stories were heart filling and just made me think, "Hey, my life isn't that bad" and also gave me this overwhelming want to go back home and be a better wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend and most of all a better follower of God. It's he who has given me these amazing "titles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I chose to go. I've heard such great things about it, but for those of you who don't know me, I suffer from a bit of social anxiety. Thanks to my good friend "Zoloft", I got to experience my first of many "Women of Faith" conferences, and have reserved my tickets for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jessica and Jade!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-570136985104112379?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/570136985104112379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=570136985104112379' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/570136985104112379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/570136985104112379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-to-wof.html' title='&quot;WOW &quot; TO W.O.F !  !  !'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</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/_VBt_KxTqZlg/RxLocDRtrTI/AAAAAAAAACs/JUt-ROk1zfo/s72-c/IMG_3806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6098839744631360585</id><published>2007-10-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:32:25.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootles For Now!</title><content type='html'>Good morning ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying "tootles" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog land&lt;/span&gt; for a few days.  I'm going on a much needed time away with a couple friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the " Women of Faith" Conference up in Portland. We are so excited. It will be our first time for all three of us. We plan to make it a girls weekend out of it, dinner , hotel and of course, our fill of "Starbucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of you ladies going and have you ever been before???  I'd love to hear your comments on your experience there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6098839744631360585?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6098839744631360585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6098839744631360585' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6098839744631360585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6098839744631360585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/tootles-for-now.html' title='Tootles For Now!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-6417139389820405187</id><published>2007-10-09T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:49:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Random Things</title><content type='html'>Good evening to all.  Great comments on my previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eight random things about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My favorite drink is a Iced Carmel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macchiato&lt;/span&gt; ( I drink Iced Coffees all year round)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was a cheerleader for one year in high school....I was too shy to continue.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In our home, Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; is known as "Mommy's boyfriend"!  ( He's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; other than my husband)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;I see myself getting very addicted to blogging.  (Enjoying all the comments...keep it up)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first job was Figaro's Take-n Bake.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I enjoy listening to the rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;My favorite show is "Grey's Anatomy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag...your it!!!  Dare ya to give me 8 random things about yourself  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-6417139389820405187?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/6417139389820405187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=6417139389820405187' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6417139389820405187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/6417139389820405187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/8-randon-things.html' title='8 Random Things'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-2564197085700858258</id><published>2007-10-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:40:39.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you, Glory Laine</title><content type='html'>This morning was my 6 month check up and cleaning at the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed!  Dr. Gyno any old day over Mr.Plaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three main reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;One quick scrape vs. 10 minutes of scraping and drooling.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;One tool inside vs. three or more (scraper, water squirter, mirror and so on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;One visit a year vs. twice a year.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sad when I'm wishing I was in stirrups rather than the dentist chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-2564197085700858258?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/2564197085700858258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=2564197085700858258' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2564197085700858258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/2564197085700858258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-for-you-glory-laine.html' title='This is for you, Glory Laine'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-1607322342078732950</id><published>2007-10-07T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:03:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning began with a very cold morning, but I had a garage full of things to sell. By 9am my garage sale was set to go. At 10:30 my sister and I came to the conclusion that a big $5 in 1 hour and a half was not worth the cold breeze hitting us in the face. Seriously...we looked like idiots out there. We decided to close up shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a hurry to get everything in before that one person out of no where showed up to browse. We, or should I say myself was going at a million miles a minute. One last table to bring in and then it happened. Oh!!! I just couldn't bare to see it. My sister and I just stared at each other. "What should I do" almost in tears by this moment. She said, "Ona, what were you thinking...I told you to slow down". She suggested we go to Target and blame a runaway shopping cart. I told her I just had to tell Dave, so I went inside to face the consequences. As I entered, my husband was in a very bad mood, stressed tired and raising his voice. My response, "Honey, let me take the girls and leave you alone to relax for awhile". We headed off to Target! Can you guess what I said when we got home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave, don't get mad, I just don't know how it happened but the car", that's as far as I got and he was in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;"------- people, mother -------, Idiots and so on and so on. I couldn't tell him the truth, I just couldn't. I felt horrible! I'm lying to my husband, but at the same time I was saving my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went on, we were both not in the best moods. But before bed he looked at me and apologized for the way he treated me the last few day and told me he loved me. That did it!!! I cant do this...I can't keep it a secret. I lost it and and ever so shyly said, "I'm the idiot". "What are you talking about", he asked. "I did it", and started tearing up. "You hit the car" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded guilty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loved me and was sorry he had made me feel that I needed to lie to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I lie.  I'm such a sucker for his "I love you's".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-1607322342078732950?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/1607322342078732950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=1607322342078732950' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1607322342078732950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/1607322342078732950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/guity.html' title='Guilty!'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-7795513141889996150</id><published>2007-10-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:55:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How Much"?</title><content type='html'>"How much does this cost", is the question of the day. Today I had a garage sale! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of work trying to keep a straight face when someone offers a $1 for $25 item that has never been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me back to my retail days. "Hi, how are you"? and what do you as the consumer usually say? "I'm just looking", that's great but that's not what I asked. Others, on the other hand just want someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having a garage sale , I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of great people! I had one two weeks ago, made enough money for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xmas&lt;/span&gt; and little something for myself. The best thing is that I got the opportunity to meet my neighbors. I have lived here for almost 5 years and not met any of my neighbors. I met a neighbor across the street that many of you know. What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;!!! (I would add her link, but like I admitted...I'm computer illiterate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not only did I get to meet some cool people, I got to buy a "watch". Not just any watch but a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; Forerunner GPS" watch. I was turned on to this watch by my good friend Jessica. I began running a few months ago and am loving it. This watch tells me my calories burned, distance, average and best time per mile and much, much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to ask myself "How much"?&lt;br /&gt;My answer, "Much, much worth it"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-7795513141889996150?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/7795513141889996150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=7795513141889996150' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7795513141889996150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/7795513141889996150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-much.html' title='&quot;How Much&quot;?'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488034191707365843.post-8005024689675379638</id><published>2007-10-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:12:52.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Newby"</title><content type='html'>Okay...so here I finally am entering into the world of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share my feeling and thoughts and especially show off my two beautiful girls and husband of almost 13 years. I have failed at keeping up with baby books, so, this will give me a chance to document my proud moments and share my lows as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first...please, I need help! I have no idea how to make my page as creative as the ones I read. If anyone has a any secrets or helpful hints, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more request!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I am a horrible speller. Just humor me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488034191707365843-8005024689675379638?l=onalisawolcott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/feeds/8005024689675379638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488034191707365843&amp;postID=8005024689675379638' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8005024689675379638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488034191707365843/posts/default/8005024689675379638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onalisawolcott.blogspot.com/2007/10/newby.html' title='&quot;Newby&quot;'/><author><name>Ona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466857232660610629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
