<?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-5297617239101096141</id><updated>2011-12-07T12:54:02.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cabrera Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-2000726013496436424</id><published>2010-07-25T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:25:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A renewed effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/TE0J9XPpCVI/AAAAAAAAARw/Mqae4-7pui4/s1600/SDC10836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/TE0J9XPpCVI/AAAAAAAAARw/Mqae4-7pui4/s200/SDC10836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498061669905533266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to blog again.  I realize it has been more than a year since I've been on here last.  Bella started walking last Sunday.  I think all of the practicing she did with her dad in Disney World and on the beach really helped her.  She just keeps gaining more and more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;We slept out at the 24th of July parade. I am now convinced I don't want to do it again.  My body hurt all night-a sleeping bag does not offer much cushion to the cold hard ground.  The noise kept waking me up and I was worried one of my babies would slide down off the grass and hit their heads on the concrete.  In the morning we found out that we were sitting on the 'sunny side' of the great spot.  When we got home, I was just exhausted and wanted to sleep.  Then we ate lunch and I came back and slept.  Miguel woke me up at nine to tell me he was going to the fireworks and I realized my stomach hurt.  A little while later I heard Curt throwing up in his room.  I don't think there is anything worse than someone who is feeling queasy having to clean up puke.  But we made it though.  We both threw up a few times and then I couldn't make it to church because I still felt so sick.  When Miguel and the kids got home, Curt crawled in bed for a few hours.  Then I called Missy and she was sick too.  Miguel thought maybe we had heat stroke, but I think we may have gotten sick from Bella who was sick 2 nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;The parade was good, but since we saw the floats at the Expo Center, we really wouldn't have missed much by skipping the parade.  Or maybe if I go next year I will show up at 8:30-just in time for the parade to start.&lt;br /&gt;At least I learned my lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-2000726013496436424?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2000726013496436424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=2000726013496436424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/2000726013496436424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/2000726013496436424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2010/07/renewed-effort.html' title='A renewed effort'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/TE0J9XPpCVI/AAAAAAAAARw/Mqae4-7pui4/s72-c/SDC10836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-1724860415298945475</id><published>2009-07-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:57:57.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y6OUkhFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f2YE9BJwqIk/s1600-h/DSCF0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y6OUkhFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f2YE9BJwqIk/s200/DSCF0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359170207638389842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bella's blessing day was perfect!  We got some pictures of her bracelets-from her Grandma Carolyn, her adorable shoes her dad bought for her, and of course the gorgeous dress and headband her Aunt Kirsten had made for her.  She looked like the little angel she is.  She is really an amazing baby.  She sleeps a lot, and through a lot of noise, she eats well, and just has a very happy and contented personality.  Miguel and I don't know how we are so lucky, but we know we are really blessed to have her as part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y5vC9J4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ilBdudQXFgQ/s1600-h/DSCF0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y5vC9J4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ilBdudQXFgQ/s200/DSCF0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359170199243007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her dad even bought her little socks with big ruffles.  After the blessing, Miguel sat down and told me they almost dropped her.  I was pretty surprised.  It's a good thing I didn't know about it until after the fact.  The blessing was wonderful and as I was listening, I was impressed with the fact that so many men loved her and were there just because they knew how important and special she was.  Then I realized that there were more women there for Bella than men and then I thought about all of the people who loved her but didn't make it to the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y5POErSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AZRiHHp2DGs/s1600-h/DSCF0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y5POErSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AZRiHHp2DGs/s200/DSCF0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359170190699703586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has so many people in Chile who love her and then I started thinking about how many people in heaven love Bella and I was just astounded.  We all have so many people who love and support us and I know it was Heavenly Father's wisdom to bless us with families who love us and support us.  I know life would be so much harder without families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y4hKvPyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3E7J3CVowf4/s1600-h/DSCF0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y4hKvPyI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3E7J3CVowf4/s200/DSCF0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359170178337685282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Bella so you can see her beautiful dress.  It was like a miniature wedding dress.  She moves her hands in the cutest poses.  I know I take a lot of pictures, but I think she is always adorable.  Even when I change her diapers, I think about how cute her little body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr9Or1NsI/AAAAAAAAARI/M0-KvyO8Mi8/s1600-h/SDC12181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr9Or1NsI/AAAAAAAAARI/M0-KvyO8Mi8/s200/SDC12181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824468694087362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of Bella with her aunts and her grandma.  Such pretty women!  She is so lucky to have so many people who love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NbhA53UI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-gz3U_8op88/s1600-h/SDC12176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NbhA53UI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-gz3U_8op88/s200/SDC12176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805741731437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her Aunt Debbi, Uncle Bill, Cody, and Taylor who came to support and love her on her big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHt9ioe6jI/AAAAAAAAARg/8aHSdlsdzwQ/s1600-h/SDC12188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHt9ioe6jI/AAAAAAAAARg/8aHSdlsdzwQ/s200/SDC12188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359826673072007730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Grandma Carolyn made her this gorgeous pink blanket that we used for her blessing day.  She is so sweet and Grandpa Lynn carried Bella around during our Owen family reunion.  She is so loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr9rnVhDI/AAAAAAAAARY/Id-z_cljBqY/s1600-h/SDC12186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr9rnVhDI/AAAAAAAAARY/Id-z_cljBqY/s200/SDC12186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824476459861042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Pat and Grandpa Roger were so excited to be there!  She looks so cute with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHt93hTRzI/AAAAAAAAARo/PCGLz-RWYpk/s1600-h/SDC12190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHt93hTRzI/AAAAAAAAARo/PCGLz-RWYpk/s200/SDC12190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359826678679029554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvid and Ginny are my adopted grandparents and they have been so sweet and supportive.  They were dancing all night at our wedding!  We were so happy that they could make it to Bella's blessing.  They gave Bella this beautiful blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr8x5HIoI/AAAAAAAAARA/-8MEMflX5jw/s1600-h/SDC12179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr8x5HIoI/AAAAAAAAARA/-8MEMflX5jw/s200/SDC12179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824460965159554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Brandon came to the blessing too!  It was so fun to have him there.  He is so sweet to come and support us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr9YLYHZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Njjqbxc12ls/s1600-h/SDC12185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr9YLYHZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Njjqbxc12ls/s200/SDC12185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824471242317202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my roommate from Utah State, Heidi, and her cute family.  She is the amazing one who takes the great pictures of my kids!  I just love her and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NbHkXEqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RPq1j3_ZT7I/s1600-h/DSCF0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NbHkXEqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RPq1j3_ZT7I/s200/DSCF0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805734900830882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our bishop.  He is really a great man.  We love Bishop Silva.  It was really sweet of him to stop by on his busy Sunday afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr8h0Sd4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jCLS_Wr-YTo/s1600-h/DSCF0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SmHr8h0Sd4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jCLS_Wr-YTo/s200/DSCF0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359824456649963394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our friends, the Williams.  Curt had a great time playing with the kids and they just loved Bella.  They both kept touching her and kissing her.  It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5Nat5-UkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h4jAxeW-SRw/s1600-h/DSCF0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5Nat5-UkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h4jAxeW-SRw/s200/DSCF0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805728012161602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our amazing friend Helena.  She is always doing nice things for us.  Curt absolutely loves her son Eli.  He even includes Eli in our prayers at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NZ9xJh1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/PCGA_ptmuDw/s1600-h/DSCF0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NZ9xJh1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/PCGA_ptmuDw/s200/DSCF0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805715090245458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family picture.  Curt had to put his vest on because earlier that day he did a Superman move and ripped all of the buttons off the front of his shirt.  Again, when you look at him he looks so cute and innocent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NY1thOjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sfoSTTdItVc/s1600-h/DSCF0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl5NY1thOjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/sfoSTTdItVc/s200/DSCF0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805695747668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bella with Grandma and Grandpa Folkersen.  She really loves them a lot. I guess it's because they love her so much too.  She is awfully spoiled at Grandma's house.  I don't think she ever gets put down.  There is usually an aunt or two waiting for a turn to hold her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-1724860415298945475?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/1724860415298945475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=1724860415298945475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/1724860415298945475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/1724860415298945475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bellas-blessing-day.html' title='Bella&apos;s Blessing Day'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sl-Y6OUkhFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/f2YE9BJwqIk/s72-c/DSCF0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-8177202363351738835</id><published>2009-07-11T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:33:01.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-8177202363351738835?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/7365885918813771800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/7365885918813771800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-3122188129482277361</id><published>2009-06-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:54:31.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are crazy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaRs-f3CKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hUdhzeE-uQY/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaRs-f3CKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hUdhzeE-uQY/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621809425942690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that looking at these adorable pictures of Curt, you probably think, crazy, no...never, not him! &lt;br /&gt;My cute friend Helena and her son Eli came over to blow bubbles with Curt one day when I was very pregnant and she got these great shots of him. &lt;br /&gt;I am still very emotional from his disappearing act yesterday morning.  We were all ready for church and so Miguel left and I was putting Bella in her car seat and putting snacks in the bag for Curt when I heard him open the front door and let Jackie out.  I was just going to throw everything in the bag and then follow him out, but when I got outside he and Jackie were no where in sight.  I grabbed Bella in her car seat and went for pre-church run in all directions looking for Curt and Jackie and calling out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPt6-C1iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mzkhcs1E6WY/s1600-h/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPt6-C1iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mzkhcs1E6WY/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347619626635417122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called Miguel and let him know that Curt had walked out the door, which had been left unlocked, and now was missing.  He left church and came back home to help find him.  My neighbor saw me running around frantically and asked what was wrong, so she parked her car and helped look for him.  I had run through our condos three times and couldn't see or hear them anywhere, as I was coming back toward the front of the condos, I saw some people crossing the street-busy 7th west where people drive about 50mph, with my son in their arms.  I was so relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPtginMmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-KKccM8xpho/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPtginMmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-KKccM8xpho/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347619619541037666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They told me how he had come with them but when they started walking away from a little white dog he got upset.  So what I think happened was that Jackie decided to make a run for it and Curt chased her all the way across the street and through the neighborhood on the other side.  I'm sure he was calling out to her the whole time, A-ee, A-ee.  She has since been banished to the deck-again, because it is harder for Curt to let her outside since the sliding glass door is one he has not Houdini'ed out of yet.  We are thinking that it is time to buy different doorknobs and then buy the child proof handles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPtdk725I/AAAAAAAAAOo/D9XBG4Z2Hs8/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPtdk725I/AAAAAAAAAOo/D9XBG4Z2Hs8/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347619618745473938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've talked to him several times since the incident telling him how we don't go outside without mommy or daddy and if Jackie gets out do we chase her?  Every time he tells me, yes, he should go get Jackie, so I know he has not learned anything from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of him with his friend Eli.  They both love to swing a lot and they thought it was great when they were facing each other. &lt;br /&gt;Again, don't let the adorable face fool you, lurking underneath is a trouble maker just itching to sneak outside without his parents and chase the dog across the busy street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPs-ETViI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4l78taLcPGI/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPs-ETViI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4l78taLcPGI/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347619610287101474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do love him more than I ever thought I could, especially now that he is talking and has so much personality.  He is so sweet and he loves to clean up.  He does things that he thinks will help me and generally they do.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he sang Happy Birthday to all of his plastic animals he was taking a nap with.  We had to sing happy birthday twice to the elephant because that is his favorite.  When he says elephant it sounds like he's saying animal. &lt;br /&gt;Another favorite thing of his is 'going beep-beep' in the car which means before or after we go somewhere he gets to climb into my seat and honk the horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPsrAqyhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xKmHJcR5_l4/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaPsrAqyhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xKmHJcR5_l4/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347619605171587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know he won't be doing all of these adorable things too much longer.  The other day I asked him to bring me some wipes for Bella and he did- he got them out of his changing table drawer which is as tall as his head.  I couldn't believe he really did it.  He is so amazing.  My own little superhero. &lt;br /&gt;This picture is from the library when we went to see a puppet show.  He is so adorable-when he isn't causing trouble.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-3122188129482277361?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3122188129482277361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=3122188129482277361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3122188129482277361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3122188129482277361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-are-crazy.html' title='Boys are crazy!!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaRs-f3CKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hUdhzeE-uQY/s72-c/IMG_1025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-3231838956680870453</id><published>2009-06-11T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:40:02.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Later....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGchG8zb5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/khSbpX7F10o/s1600-h/DSCF0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGchG8zb5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/khSbpX7F10o/s320/DSCF0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346226325280747410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe Bella is already a month old.  Time seems to be flying by. Life is definately busier with two kids.&lt;br /&gt;I have made sure to take a picture of Bella each Sunday. This photo is also our first family photo taken on Bella's first Sunday when she was just 1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this photo Bella is one week old and she is wearing a sweater because she has a crazy mom&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGaUYyTpNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZHYNSHqiX2Y/s1600-h/SDC11844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGaUYyTpNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZHYNSHqiX2Y/s320/SDC11844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346223907707004114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who thinks babies are eternally cold.  Much to my surprise sometimes Bella has little beads of sweat on her forehead. &lt;br /&gt;Curt is such a ham, but I have to say that I totally enjoy most of his  silliness.  He definitely keeps me entertained and it seems like whenever  he sees that he's made me smile or laugh, he keeps going. Thank heaven for two year olds.  He also likes to help me.  He'll bring me Bella's binkie, but sometimes in his mouth.  One time he sucked on a binkie until we got to the swings and then he finally gave it up- Luckily we have 3, so Bella had a binkie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGaU4XyhcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2XUYVge2048/s1600-h/SDC11860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGaU4XyhcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2XUYVge2048/s320/SDC11860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346223916185716162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bella at 2 weeks old.  She grew so much that week.  This dress is newborn size and now it barely covers her backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bella's 4 week picture.  The 3 week old pictures are the ones my friend Heidi took of Bella with Miguel. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGaVODbqtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fHe7sVnMdEs/s1600-h/SDC11874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGaVODbqtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fHe7sVnMdEs/s320/SDC11874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346223922005912274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hat is still a little too big, but it looked really cute on her.  She has recently been making eye contact. It's cute when Curt will talk and then Isabella will look around until she finds him.&lt;br /&gt;She holds her head up really well and she has been doing it for a few weeks now.  She seems to be growing up faster than Curt did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Bella's 5 week old picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGMxz5oFAI/AAAAAAAAANo/kkqsdQ0BnwI/s1600-h/SDC11963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGMxz5oFAI/AAAAAAAAANo/kkqsdQ0BnwI/s320/SDC11963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346209020038878210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It is the same dress that she wore in the 1 week photo, but it fits a little better now. &lt;br /&gt;Isabella's eyes are still dark and Miguel and I keep going back and forth on what color they will be.  They are dark blue on the edge but inside they look like they will be brown.&lt;br /&gt;She is so funny because she doesn't like to go to sleep.  When I finally get her to sleep she usually wakes up when I try to lay her in her bed, but if I hold her or sleep next to her, she sleeps for a long time.  I guess she knows that princesses deserve special treatment. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGWQ6s3rEI/AAAAAAAAANw/yNTN01WkiFU/s1600-h/BellaMulti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGWQ6s3rEI/AAAAAAAAANw/yNTN01WkiFU/s320/BellaMulti1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346219450045017154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's first month has been pretty eventful.  We've been to the pool, the zoo, a movie, a puppet show at the library and to Wheeler Farm several times.  I don't think we took Curt out in public when he was just one month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome friend, old roommate Heidi Barrow took these adorable pictures of Bella when she was 3 weeks old.  I wanted pictures of her in her dad's arm to show how small she is.  Heidi is also going to take pictures of Bella when she is about 2 months old like she did for Curt.  They are still my favorite pictures of him.  I will be sure to put them up.  Heidi is a professional, and what I really love is that she gives me the images on a disk so I can make as many prints as I want, so if any of you are interested, let me know and I will get you her phone number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-3231838956680870453?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3231838956680870453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=3231838956680870453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3231838956680870453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3231838956680870453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-month-later.html' title='One Month Later....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjGchG8zb5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/khSbpX7F10o/s72-c/DSCF0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-6227996128295527754</id><published>2009-05-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:52:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Isabella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeMFMyPOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8O5N6p2Ocqw/s1600-h/SDC10199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeMFMyPOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8O5N6p2Ocqw/s320/SDC10199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332576626686442722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella arrived on Saturday, May 2nd at 8:02pm. She weighed 8 lbs 4 oz and she was 21 inches long. When she was first born I thought she looked just like Curt. As I kept looking at her, I think she looks more like my family than like Miguel's. Miguel even agrees that Bella looks like me. I think it is only fair since Curt looked just like his dad. She is already the sweetest little princess we've ever met. She is currently sleeping on her daddy's shoulder. I think she has him wrapped around her little finger, just like she should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgFOftYAu8I/AAAAAAAAANg/112MNifEyug/s1600-h/DSCN1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgFOftYAu8I/AAAAAAAAANg/112MNifEyug/s320/DSCN1834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332629740446596034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt just loves her. He walks around and tells us when she cries and lets us know that she is "My baby" He will always give her kisses and touch her cheek. Last night he read her some stories. I think she is lucky to have such a sweet big brother. He was really excited because she gave him a new pack of animals as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgFOfRdBdbI/AAAAAAAAANY/AHqm310xtKU/s1600-h/SDC10180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgFOfRdBdbI/AAAAAAAAANY/AHqm310xtKU/s320/SDC10180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332629732951422386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella got this cute headband and we just had to put it on. It is about as big as her head, but it looked really adorable on her. She is just so tiny. I forgot how little babies are. It is so fun just to watch her sleep. She is so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/shannon/Desktop/SDC10180.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/shannon/Desktop/DSCN1834.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeL5OTxxI/AAAAAAAAANI/HYjbchLxP2g/s1600-h/SDC10192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeL5OTxxI/AAAAAAAAANI/HYjbchLxP2g/s320/SDC10192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332576623471609618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella has such soft hair.  I just loved watching her sleep in her tiny hospital bed.  She is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeLdxIvfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pgZ1E7yXuvU/s1600-h/SDC10177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeLdxIvfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pgZ1E7yXuvU/s320/SDC10177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332576616101494258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bella with her Aunt Missy. This is a rare photo of Bella with her eyes open. She just loved watching Missy. I think she looks a lot like her Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeK59Sb4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ErUyZqmUEdM/s1600-h/SDC10185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeK59Sb4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ErUyZqmUEdM/s320/SDC10185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332576606488784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proud parents and our little angel.  We tried to get a family photo, but Curt was not wanting to cooperate.  So we settled for happy parents and beautiful baby.&lt;img src="file:///Users/shannon/Desktop/SDC10180.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-6227996128295527754?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/6227996128295527754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=6227996128295527754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/6227996128295527754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/6227996128295527754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-baby-isabella.html' title='Welcome Baby Isabella!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SgEeMFMyPOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8O5N6p2Ocqw/s72-c/SDC10199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-1732651413129574885</id><published>2009-03-29T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:33:21.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of Our Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__G11rNlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_NjFBurmMR8/s1600-h/SDC10090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__G11rNlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_NjFBurmMR8/s320/SDC10090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750177944352338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__G_NlpkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qNxyLxDdGpU/s1600-h/SDC10088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__G_NlpkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qNxyLxDdGpU/s320/SDC10088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750180460570178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mall this week and Curt had a blast.  That is thanks mostly to his really cool older cousin Tyler.  Tyler let Curt hold his finger instead of holding mine-what's cooler than walking around the mall with your cousin?  Then Tyler rode the carousel with Curt-about 7 times.  And if that alone didn't make it the best day at the mall ever, Tyler even rode the escalator with Curt-again and again and again.  He was absolutely in heaven.  And of course I was really happy because I didn't have to ride the carousel-Tammy was actually holding Curt because she is an awesome aunt, and I got to sit and eat a cheese dog on a stick.  One of my favorite unhealthy foods!&lt;br /&gt;On the way home he fell asleep and had chocolate smeared all over his face from the treat his Aunt Tammy gave him as he got into the car.  I have to say he is a pretty lucky little boy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__GQ1xjaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gUhjKqKOD1I/s1600-h/SDC10085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__GQ1xjaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gUhjKqKOD1I/s320/SDC10085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750168012656034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is sideways-again I am very technologically challenged, but it is one of my favorites.  It shows how deep his love of animals is.  A few weeks ago Curt and Miguel were sick so they stayed home from church and this is what I came home to.  I had even put Curt in the tub before I left, so I knew he was clean and he just really wanted to wear his pajamas that have lions and elephants and snakes and rhinos and giraffes on them.  But apparently he opened his bottom drawer, where we are storing his 12 month old clothes and found his pajama bottoms that have lizards and frogs on them. So he was not content until he could wear both.  Who can say that animal print doesn't go with animal print?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__Fyw881I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_pP8b1hhkTs/s1600-h/SDC10061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__Fyw881I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_pP8b1hhkTs/s320/SDC10061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750159939367762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us at the Draper temple open house.  It was really beautiful.  At first, Curt was amazing.  We walked by the baptismal font and I told him about being baptized and how you go all the way under the water and then afterward he reinacted it for me and even when he looked at a picture of the font he reminded me of how we get baptized.  As the tour went on, Curt ran under the ropes to the roped off section and even banged on the stained glass windows.  Needless to say, I was beyond mildly embarrassed, but he did learn about the baptismal font, so it wasn't a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how there are not many pictures of me pregnant, and now I feel like I'm about twice the size I was in this photo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc_8_5Y-eBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Vn4o1AtGcI0/s1600-h/DSCN1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc_8_5Y-eBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Vn4o1AtGcI0/s320/DSCN1713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318747859615381522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc_8_6J8pyI/AAAAAAAAALw/1Ox1eGRv8B0/s1600-h/DSCN1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc_8_6J8pyI/AAAAAAAAALw/1Ox1eGRv8B0/s320/DSCN1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318747859820783394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt is absolutely crazy about his animals.  He has a collection of more than 30 that he will name and then show it to me for me to name it.  Then he will tell me about it-like if it has a tail or paws.  He does not take a bath unless all of his animals take a bath with him.  He then lines them up along the side of the tub while he points out which ones have spots and so on.  Just yesterday he was getting frustrated when he was putting them in  the tub and I realized that he needed them to be on their sides.  The turtles who can't be on their sides had to be flipped on their backs.  I guess he doesn't think they will get clean if they stand up...  He always makes sure the animals are facing the same direction.  One day in church he spent the entire hour of sacrament trying to get his animals to line up in a circle around some crackers.  Since we were sitting on a padded bench, it was very difficult. Man, he has a lot of patience!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__Fgq2ovI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1YbCFW965xo/s1600-h/DSCN1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__Fgq2ovI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1YbCFW965xo/s320/DSCN1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750155081949938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to throw in this picture because sometimes I get thinking that he is so big and responsible and he can do so much that he couldn't before.  This is all true, but just like before, he still knows how to make big messes and apparently it is still just as enjoyable for him.  What a crazy little guy.  I'm glad we have him around to keep our sense of humor in check.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc_-Ktx5RzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k-lNOHDAqC0/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc_-Ktx5RzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k-lNOHDAqC0/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318749144988862258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel bought him a keyboard and he loves to turn it on and pound on the keys.  He also walks around the house playing the recorder, which naturally makes such a lovely sound, but when a two year old blows as hard as he can into it, it is even more wonderful than you can imagine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-1732651413129574885?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/1732651413129574885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=1732651413129574885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/1732651413129574885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/1732651413129574885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-of-our-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of Our Favorite Things'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/Sc__G11rNlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_NjFBurmMR8/s72-c/SDC10090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-4258813309756393422</id><published>2009-03-08T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:32:52.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as we know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SbSnTO5kUeI/AAAAAAAAALo/7Vf7GB9b69o/s1600-h/SDC10074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SbSnTO5kUeI/AAAAAAAAALo/7Vf7GB9b69o/s320/SDC10074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311053809435562466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really long time since I've updated my blog, so here's what's new:&lt;br /&gt;I am 31 weeks, so I have 9 weeks left until May 7th.  I don't know if my doctor will recommend waiting until the due date and since he told me at my last appointment that Bella's head was big, I don't know that I will be wanting to wait longer than necessary either.&lt;br /&gt;I am unfortunately at the point where I wake up and can't get back to sleep because both of my hips are sore from all the extra weight.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Curt is absolutely awesome!  He is the sweetest little boy ever and I think he will be a great big brother.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I talk about the baby and point to my belly, he will show me his belly.  I'm not sure if he thinks he has a baby in his belly or if he just thinks I'm crazy to think  I have a baby in mine.  He is so happy and loves to play with Jackie.  He is always lining up his little animals.  He has about 20 of them and they all have to be facing the same way.  It has been good to help him with talking because he loves to tell me which animal it is and what it says and point out the tail or paw and since his speech is not his strongest area, this is good for us.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to lay down for a nap and Curt came to find me.  He saw me in bed and climbed in bed next to me, laid his head on Miguel's pillow and pulled the covers up to his chin.  It was so cute.  Then he left and got some books and brought them back to bed and read stories to me.  It was so funny.  If I didn't look at the picture or comment on his book he would get upset and say, Mama!  Mama! and then start telling me about the picture again. &lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this, he is bringing in his animals and laying them on the bed.  He brings them one at time, so it's a slow process.  He really loves his animals.  They get a daily bath right along with him. &lt;br /&gt;Curt has also decided that he likes to walk up and down our scary stairs by himself which is a miracle.  I've been worried about how I would carry Curt and Bella up the stairs at the same time, but Curt solved the problem for me.  I've been realizing how big he is and how much fun he is to play with and I'm a little nervous because I think I've forgotten how much work new little babies are.  I am really lucky to have such good help.  Miguel and Curt will both be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-4258813309756393422?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4258813309756393422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=4258813309756393422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/4258813309756393422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/4258813309756393422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life as we know it...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SbSnTO5kUeI/AAAAAAAAALo/7Vf7GB9b69o/s72-c/SDC10074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-679619653271237107</id><published>2009-01-19T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:00:53.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Week in Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTo1ILTeqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/enWq0RW6Sac/s1600-h/DSCN1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTo1ILTeqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/enWq0RW6Sac/s320/DSCN1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293111461492783778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we left, Miguel's Uncle Juano decided the baby chicks were old enough for Curt to hold.  I thought he was going to be ecstatic.  Well, I stand corrected.  He did love petting all of the other chickens and going in the hen house with Tio Juano, but when Miguel got out one baby chick for Curt to hold, he just started crying.  I'm not sure if he just wanted both of the babies, or if he wanted the mom.  Crazy.  I can't believe he can pet the chickens on the head.  I never dared to, I guess getting pecked at is more than I'm willing to risk, but Curt is much more daring than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTo0u__PJI/AAAAAAAAALI/K0bArqXESUQ/s1600-h/DSCN1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTo0u__PJI/AAAAAAAAALI/K0bArqXESUQ/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293111454734433426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tio Juano refused to let us take a picture of him with Curt, so I settled for this picture where you can see his profile and the back of Curt's head.  He was so cute with Curt.  He would just let him follow him around and Curt was in heaven.  He was also very concerned with Curt's happiness.  When I would be willing to let Curt cry, he would make sure Curt got whatever he wanted so he was happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToyMJaboI/AAAAAAAAALA/-lNbFiWBXVg/s1600-h/DSCN1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToyMJaboI/AAAAAAAAALA/-lNbFiWBXVg/s320/DSCN1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293111411018985090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the great photo of Curt and Miguel with the chick.  It should have been such a happy moment for Curt and you can see his tears.  Miguel was so frustrated, he just told me to take the picture quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToklMNtAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gysrtz8pNLg/s1600-h/DSCN1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToklMNtAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Gysrtz8pNLg/s320/DSCN1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293111177223451650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the photo of Miguel's Aunt Silvia that we took the night before we left.  She loved Curt and she was really cute to play with him all the time.  Sometimes he would walk around looking for her to play with.  She played soccer with him and she gave him the farm animals for Christmas, which were probably his favorite gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTojkdkI2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/jSRasQO-KjA/s1600-h/DSCN1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTojkdkI2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/jSRasQO-KjA/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293111159847920482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken the same night, Wednesday, December 30th, and Curt is mimicking his Tio Titi.  He would do this everytime Romina would sing.  He was enchanted by her voice.  It was really sweet.  Titi loved playing with Curt and sometimes it was a little too much for Curt, but he loved all of the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToR7XIDWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6O0rXcJaOE0/s1600-h/DSCN1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToR7XIDWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6O0rXcJaOE0/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110856757284194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Santiago zoo on the 30th.  Pato drove us to the zoo and then we rode a little tram up to the entrance.  Then we spent a few hours looking at all of the animals.  This picture is of us looking face to face with the giraffes.  It was cool how close we were to all of the animals.  It seemed like if we reached out, we could touch them.  Curt and I are wearing our obvious matching tourist hats embroidered with Chile on the front.  Miguel told us we looked good, so we went with it.  I was surprised how much Curt actually liked his hat.  It must be this new hat craze thing.  He loved the giraffes, and the zebra, but his favorite were the turtles.  He stood in front of the window to their terrarium for 10 minutes.  Miguel and I had both walked to a sitting spot, but he didn't want to come with us.  They were really big turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToRDeUxUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yP3LKOuD8jo/s1600-h/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToRDeUxUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yP3LKOuD8jo/s320/DSCN1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110841755092290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The zoo had a ton of steps and is on a hill, so we did a lot of walking and when we were really tired, we sat down and had ice cream and water-both big treats for me... and as we were watching the pigeons, we noticed one had a string tied to its leg and it was limping.  Miguel caught the pigeon and went to the lady with the little treat shop and asked for some scissors, we then spent the next 10 or 15 minutes trying to cut the string from the pigeon's leg.  It had been on for so long it was like part of its leg.  Anyway, we took a picture of Curt next to it.  Miguel was really happy to have saved the pigeon.  We saw it later and it was still limping, but we decided we must have helped somehow.  Then we had to start home and we walked to the metro and it was far away.  This time Curt sat on my lap, so I got to sit on the bench which was nice, but he kept touching other people because the metro was crowded so they had to be so close to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToH_rXmLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WILq_DUyfiY/s1600-h/DSCN1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXToH_rXmLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WILq_DUyfiY/s320/DSCN1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110686117238962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 28-29 we went to the mountains and stayed with Pato's wife's aunt.  They have a really nice cabin and they also had this little cabin that we got to stay in.  The night we got there we had cheese and crackers and it was the best food I'd had-I don't know what kind of cheese it was, but I wish I could get some more.  I absolutely loved it.  Pato's aunt's husband is German and he speaks German, Spanish and English, but I still had a hard time understanding him because he had such a thick accent.  They were really nice to invite us to stay with them and Curt loved all of the space they had to run around on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn4ncS6II/AAAAAAAAAKA/9uvckf0khyQ/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn4ncS6II/AAAAAAAAAKA/9uvckf0khyQ/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110421913528450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December 27th we spent the evening visiting family.  We visited some of Miguel's other uncles and we stopped to see his grandma too.  We had gone to the beach on the 26th and we stayed overnight at a hotel which was right on the beach.  This is a picture of Curt by our hotel room window.  It was beautiful and we were so close to the beach that Curt loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is of Curt playing on the beach and you can see our hotel in the background- it is the Gran Hotel.  I don't know if Gran is something in Spanish or if they just didn't get the spelling quite right for Grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn4ETv4-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pTGmbVgB5Ow/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn4ETv4-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pTGmbVgB5Ow/s320/DSCN1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110412482438114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed at the beach for a while and when I saw Curt pick up a cigarette butt and bring it to his mouth, I was ready to go.  I  guess it is hard to go to places like a beach where you don't know what you will find when you have such a little one with you.  Luckily I was close enough to grab it from him before it touched his face. &lt;br /&gt;Curt was much more daring with the ocean.  He would play on the wet sand and we would walk around and when a wave came in we would run back to the dry sand.  Most of the time we made it without getting wet, but the ocean got us a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn3k69SMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kRtA5_5SJOk/s1600-h/DSCN1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn3k69SMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kRtA5_5SJOk/s320/DSCN1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110404056959170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got up that morning Miguel decided to go running on the beach.  When Curt saw him, he tried to follow him, but Miguel had no clue Curt wanted to be with him, so we just had to wave when Miguel ran by.  It was cute to see Curt run after him, unfortunately Miguel was too fast for me to get them in the same picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn3FDJ2sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R0wLLitVDIY/s1600-h/DSCN1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn3FDJ2sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R0wLLitVDIY/s320/DSCN1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110395501402818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 26th we were driving down the coast of Chile and we stopped in San Antonio.  This is the same place where I was bitten by a sea lion last time.  We kept our distance this time.  This is a picture of Miguel and Curt on our boat ride we took.  It was about 20 minutes and I think Curt was a little bored.  It was really nice though.  We watched birds on the water and then they would disappear under the water and Curt would say uh-oh and lift up his hands and then we would see the bird reappear and Curt thought it was a great game.  He was also fascinated by a cat that was playing on the rocks by the pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn2XW8vMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-lK1kT0h4bw/s1600-h/DSCN1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTn2XW8vMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-lK1kT0h4bw/s320/DSCN1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110383236398274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier in the day we stopped at another beach that has black sand.  I know you probably can't tell by the picture, but the sand is the color of asphalt.  Curt had fallen asleep in the car and I woke him up to play in the sand.  He immediately laid down in the sand and reappeared with this lovely mustache/beard.  Then he continued to lift his shirt and throw sand on his belly.  He is a total sand baby.  He was so happy at the beach.  It was fun just to watch him.  It makes me wish we were a little closer to a beach so he could spend more time there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTndeKrOlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GvkrvFCKRxw/s1600-h/DSCN1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTndeKrOlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GvkrvFCKRxw/s320/DSCN1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293109955567237714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Christmas we went to Miguel's sister-in-law's sister's house.  They had made some American food and it was a real treat-I had fluffy white dinner rolls and she even had some funeral potatoes.  Then for dessert there were cinnamon rolls.  She told me that the cinnamon in Chile is not a flavorful as it is in America, so she brought back a few containers of cinnamon with her.  Romina and Benjamin took Curt to the neighborhood playground and he played on the slide, the teeter-totter and the swings.  He loved playing with his cousins.  They lived in a gated community so it was a really nice and clean place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTnU5Is1yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OfEGFA1AfB4/s1600-h/DSCN1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTnU5Is1yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OfEGFA1AfB4/s320/DSCN1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293109808187889442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Christmas we had lunch with Miguel's dad.  Here is a picture of us on Christmas.  The tree in the corner has a dead snake wrapped around it and money tucked between the snake and the tree.  Curt was unfortunately really interested in it.  Miguel's dad had seen how much Curt loves hats and he let Curt play with his Chilean hat.  Curt had a great time.  We had turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTnN15FmrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hoNMtT3rrkk/s1600-h/DSCN1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTnN15FmrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hoNMtT3rrkk/s320/DSCN1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293109687058012850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Curt after he had opened all of his gifts-sometime between midnight and 1:30am.  He was so tired!  He just wanted to go to bed, but he did enjoy ripping the wrapping paper and seeing what was inside.  He spent time playing with all of his toys.  He got two stuffed animals-a penguin and a Shrek.  He liked the penguin, but he hit Shrek in the mouth and said, no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTnGTGQTYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YNkiWYwfb7k/s1600-h/DSCN1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTnGTGQTYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YNkiWYwfb7k/s320/DSCN1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293109557458914690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At midnight, we heard Santa yelling ho, ho, ho! and so we (mothers and children) went out in the street to see his sleigh.  We ended up walking around the corner and I asked Curt where Santa was and this picture was his response----&lt;br /&gt;Then  after a few minutes we saw that other people already had gifts from Santa and that he had come and gone and we had missed him, so we went back home and opened all of the presents he had left under the tree. &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a little funny because the presents had tags on them that said who they were from-I guess kids don't read tags anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTm6uXdUqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5MWypskK2Fk/s1600-h/DSCN1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTm6uXdUqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5MWypskK2Fk/s320/DSCN1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293109358620398242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture from Monday.  We spent the day with Titi and Betzy.  Titi built this little house for Romina.  Curt absolutely loved it.  He looks so cute in the little window and he would keep peeking out at us.  We had lots of fruit for lunch-watermelon, peaches, bananas, and cherries.  And for lunch we had a spinach/egg/cheese mixture-it was really good.  Betzy did our wash for us while we watched a movie and Curt took a long and much needed nap.  We ended up spending the entire day with them and that night Romina sang to Curt and he put his hands on his cheeks and just stared at her while she sang.  It was really cute.  We had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Miguel is still spending his last week in Chile.  I am really hoping he makes it home this week.  Curt and I miss him a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-679619653271237107?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/679619653271237107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=679619653271237107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/679619653271237107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/679619653271237107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-last-week-in-chile.html' title='Our Last Week in Chile'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SXTo1ILTeqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/enWq0RW6Sac/s72-c/DSCN1551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-2769538903269662875</id><published>2009-01-10T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:37:03.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Week in Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkBc-yQ_bI/AAAAAAAAAII/J42LuNpQTt0/s1600-h/DSCN1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkAhybEfVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VSawTB5bLn0/s320/DSCN1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289759817794354514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkAhY7hsdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qXjeOBxsJlk/s1600-h/DSCN1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkAhY7hsdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qXjeOBxsJlk/s320/DSCN1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289759810951164370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkBdzqnkdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IdaVRxQlDvU/s1600-h/DSCN1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkBdzqnkdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IdaVRxQlDvU/s320/DSCN1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760848920154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkAgmgfg4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/_tTwgiviDwk/s1600-h/DSCN1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkAgmgfg4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/_tTwgiviDwk/s320/DSCN1375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289759797416002434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8g_bP0GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F82PdsQJMjc/s1600-h/DSCN1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8g_bP0GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F82PdsQJMjc/s320/DSCN1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289755406058377314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at the airport. We left Utah at 11am and then we flew to Atlanta. We had a few hours layover in Atlanta and that is where Miguel and Curt discovered the best way to travel. Curt looks like he didn't like it, but when we started walking he would get Miguel to stop and he would climb on his bag and wouldn't get off until we stopped. As you can imagine, we got a lot of looks as we passed people, but most of them smiled at our ingenuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight landed in Chile in the morning and Curt woke up when we were leaving the airplane.  He had big crusties in his eyes and it turned out he had conjunctivitis(again).  Miguel's brother Pato and sister Mary picked us up at the airport and we went to Miguel's mom's house.  Their dog had 7 puppies and Curt was in heaven!  He was happiest when he had at least 3 dogs in his lap or arms, but was always trying to get all of the dogs with him.  Then he would pick a puppy up and carry it over to its mom.  It was really cute to see him playing with the puppies.  His cousin Antonia has a tricycle which Curt loved to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took lots of pictures with family.  This is a picture of Curt with his Aunt Mary and his cousin Antonia.  They were really cute with him and whenever they saw me they would kiss my belly and say hello to baby Isabella.  Antonia cried when we were leaving.  Curt was really upset and tried to get her to stop by hugging her, kissing her and smiling at her.  It didn't work because she was really sad that she wouldn't see Curt again for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Curt and his dad with his Uncle Pato, his cousin Nicole, his cousin Patito and of course, Antonia again.  It was really warm in Chile.  It was summer time there.  We had lots of delicious fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Curt riding the super cool trike that his cousin Antonia had.  He has hated the trikes we've tried to get him to ride here, so I don't know what magic that trike held, but he even tried to use the pedals.  I was pretty amazed and of course he had an audience of aunts, uncles and cousins who thought everything he did was amazing.  He was always the star in Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a picture of Curt with his Uncle Titi and Aunt Betzy and cousins Romina and Benjamin.  They came to see us later that night.  Curt loved it when Romina sang church songs.  He would just stare at her and the first time he heard her sing, he started to sing with her.  It was really cute.  He loved playing with his Uncle Titi, but sometimes Titi liked to play longer than Curt could handle it.  Betzy is pregnant- I think she is about 2 months behind me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up and had breakfast and then we went out to see Tio Juano's (Uncle John's) little farm.  Curt absolutely loved the chickens! He took a picture with Miguel holding a small chicken.  Miguel's Aunt Silvia is in the background.  Curt later walked into the chicken coop and the chickens went crazy.  Then one flew out of the door and just barely cleared Curt's head.  I think it scared him as much as it scared me.  Then we were ready to go back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8DXNKhxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o6zJu-1J3lo/s1600-h/DSCN1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8DXNKhxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/o6zJu-1J3lo/s320/DSCN1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754897045686034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that day, we went to Miguel's Aunt Magaly's house.  She cut Miguel's hair and Curt's too.  Curt was the best he has ever been when getting his hair cut.  He even kept the gown on the entire time.  I think it helped that Miguel made faces with him in the mirror.  We had lots of fun visiting with Curt's cousins.  They shared some cookies with Curt.  Miguel said they were his favorite when he was little.   Apparently they were Curt's favorite too because he took them all out of the bowl on the table and kept them in his hands-Maybe we were eating too many of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to visit Miguel's grandma on his dad's side of the family.  He called her Mamita (little mom) and this is a picture of Curt, Miguel, Mamita and Tia Margarita and Antonia (of course).  Miguel's Aunt Margarita speaks English fluently, so it was a nice change to be able to explain myself clearly when we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8DPGjCMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hAbYjXCDuCE/s1600-h/DSCN1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8DPGjCMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hAbYjXCDuCE/s320/DSCN1393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754894870448322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8C86tm7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pqiZb7lzlLo/s1600-h/DSCN1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8C86tm7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/pqiZb7lzlLo/s320/DSCN1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754889988971442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Curt asleep in Miguel's arms on the metro.  We went to downtown Santiago and it was a long ride.  Curt wanted to hold onto the railings by himself and he also tried standing up, but you can see how it all ended....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8CvpfpXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LTWKYYn9C_c/s1600-h/DSCN1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8CvpfpXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LTWKYYn9C_c/s320/DSCN1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754886427092338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8CbD-w_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/IItG3PyV8rk/s1600-h/DSCN1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWj8CbD-w_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/IItG3PyV8rk/s320/DSCN1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754880901039090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the pictures of Curt at the beach on Sunday.  We went with Miguel's mom and brothers and sisters and their families.  Curt absolutely loved the sand.  He hated the ocean, but loved the sand.  His Aunt Mary gave him the sand toys and he immediately dumped the sand all over himself.  He just couldn't get enough of it.  He then began to eat the sand.  He would lick the sand off of his fingers.  I tried and tried to stop him, but he still consumed a lot of sand.  I think this was the highlight of his first week in Chile.  He would have been happy to have stayed at the beach for the rest of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkBc-yQ_bI/AAAAAAAAAII/J42LuNpQTt0/s1600-h/DSCN1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-2769538903269662875?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2769538903269662875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=2769538903269662875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/2769538903269662875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/2769538903269662875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-first-week-in-chile.html' title='Our First Week in Chile'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SWkBc-yQ_bI/AAAAAAAAAII/J42LuNpQTt0/s72-c/DSCN1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-3668919795190623970</id><published>2008-11-30T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:32:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hat Craze!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STQDKUvKpwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aMq2mB7I1YU/s1600-h/PA230252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STQDKUvKpwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aMq2mB7I1YU/s320/PA230252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274844539457808130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTDu3uCvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XPaclNymQrQ/s1600-h/DSCN1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTDu3uCvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XPaclNymQrQ/s320/DSCN1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274580543423253234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Curt's Aunt Tammy and Aunt Becky went to Disneyland and Tammy brought back a pirate Mickey Mouse ears hat. She sings "Yo-Ho" and then the hat always seems to fall off. Curt thinks it is the funniest thing in the world. Then he puts it on his head and dances around and when it falls off he will sit and laugh and laugh. He also loves to try and put it on Tammy's dog, Romeo who is thankfully faster than Curt.&lt;br /&gt;He loves Mickey and when he sees something that is Mickey Mouse he'll say, "mi mo" which is his way of saying Mickey Mouse. The hat craze does not stop at the Mickey ears though. Miguel has a black hat he wears to dance the cueca in and Curt pu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTD8dxPVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sJ0_DjdWdVQ/s1600-h/DSCN1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTD8dxPVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sJ0_DjdWdVQ/s320/DSCN1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274580547072507218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ts it on and walks around the house, he can barely see under the brim. It's so cute. He has turned into a little ham lately. If I laugh at something he will do it repeatedly and then laugh with me. We also have a straw cowboy hat that he is fond of wearing. What a cutie. He also loves the snow and I know he is disappointed we don't have any yet, but whenever he sees some on t.v. or in pictures he yells, "no!" I always try to figure out what is wrong and then clue in that he &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSPNCl8sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8IQEpXtc0Fk/s1600-h/DSCN1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSPNCl8sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8IQEpXtc0Fk/s320/DSCN1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274579640988857026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually said 'snow' not 'no.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that with all the talk about him loving the slide by our house and playing out doors, we had never included a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSOrw-jyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hzN5T4o0amo/s1600-h/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSOrw-jyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hzN5T4o0amo/s320/DSCN1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274579632056602402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Curt going down his favorite slide with Miguel watching him.  He tries to walk up the slide when he's done going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSOZz_qRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r1Du7YxwqMw/s1600-h/DSCN1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSOZz_qRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r1Du7YxwqMw/s320/DSCN1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274579627237419282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Curt's oh-so tricky handstand.  Wow!  He's almost ready for the summersault....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMRkecBmkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/twGQebWxmK4/s1600-h/DSCN1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMRkecBmkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/twGQebWxmK4/s320/DSCN1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274578906924554818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one is of Curt after rolling down the hill.  It wasn't too big, but it is pretty steep and you can imagine with Curt's size, he got going pretty quick.  But he was not afraid...  He's a little too much like his dad in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTEO7VBsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/F-Fd0UIa9Z0/s1600-h/DSCN1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTEO7VBsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/F-Fd0UIa9Z0/s320/DSCN1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274580552028325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the sideways picture-I'm still not so tech- savvy....&lt;br /&gt;Curt is hopefully learning how to treat his dog.  Lately he loves to spend time with Jackie and he has been sitting by her and holding her, gently petting her.  Jackie likes this too.&lt;br /&gt;Jackie had a check up and I love her doctor!  The whole time he examined her he was telling her how pretty she was and what gorgeous eyes she had and then he told her her nose was a little long and asked if she had been telling some lies.  I thought he was great.  If he saw people, I would totally choose him for my doctor.  As it is Jack was less than impressed with him.  I guess she's a little harder to please than I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Update&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSPcqB5BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eOtbkYittho/s1600-h/DSCN1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMSPcqB5BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eOtbkYittho/s320/DSCN1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274579645180797970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an ultrasound 2 weeks ago and we found out that I am almost 18 weeks along, so I missed a whole month of being pregnant!  Or at least knowing about it.... Since I was 16 weeks at my ultrasound appointment, we found out that we are going to have a little girl!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTCzj1LxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/plRxsSerlb0/s1600-h/DSCN1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STMTCzj1LxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/plRxsSerlb0/s320/DSCN1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274580527502143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miguel is really excited.  We're thinking about names and so far we both like Isabelle or Isabella, but we're just getting started on that whole process.  But for now baby Isabelle is due on May 7th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-3668919795190623970?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3668919795190623970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=3668919795190623970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3668919795190623970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3668919795190623970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2008/11/hat-craze.html' title='The Hat Craze!!!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/STQDKUvKpwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aMq2mB7I1YU/s72-c/PA230252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-7640590559271751432</id><published>2008-11-23T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:22:15.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Our Favorites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-48.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731706896968&amp;amp;site=widget-48.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731706896968&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-48.slide.com/p1/3242591731706896968/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SSEE41Yx6hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/M4pKEvIURds/s320/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498413450390034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Halloween Curt was Frankenstein.  He was not a fan of the costume because it went over his head, but after he realized that he got candy going from house to house.  He was so excited.  A few people let him pick out his own candy and he thought that was pretty cool.  Then he got to pass out candy at Grandma's house and I think he liked that just as much as getting the candy.  He would take a little bag of m&amp;amp;ms and place it carefully in each child's bucket.  Then some teenagers came by and they had pillowcases instead of buckets and he just was not sure about putting the candy inside the pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SSEE4TLiqZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GhChhAxQZJ0/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SSEE4TLiqZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GhChhAxQZJ0/s320/DSC01796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498404268059026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we went to our ward trunk or treat everyone was giving out lots of extra candy, so they would hold the buckets out and let the kids take more than one treat. Curt quickly picked up on that and would grab as many as he could the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Curt a Pez dispenser that was a duck and I had him make the duck sound before I would give him a Pez.  He says gack, gack.  It's cute.  Then he loves to hear the rooster that lives next to our church.  He always does a sharp intake of breath imitating the rooster crow.  Just this week he started making the sound of a monkey-ah, ah.                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SSEE4KhnHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PYGLxTi1OC4/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SSEE4KhnHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PYGLxTi1OC4/s320/DSC01795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498401944706786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel bought a new motorcycle and Curt absolutely loves it.  He says, "Dada go. Vroom, vroom." He sits on the motorcycle and tries to rev the engine.  It is really cute that he loves it so much.&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to go to Chile for Christmas.  I am excited for Curt to meet his family, but a little sad to not spend the holidays with mine.  I can't complain though because Miguel spends every holiday with my family and is very happy and positive about it.  It will be summer there, so maybe we will get to spend some time by the beach.  Maybe I will finally get past the sick stage of pregnancy so that I will actually be able to enjoy the Chilean food this time.  I had my first doctor appointment last Friday and the doctor thinks I may be more than 10 weeks along.  He guessed somewhere between 12-14.  So this week I am having an ultrasound to find out exactly how far along I am.  But either way, I should be getting close to the point where I'm not so sensitive or sick.  Hopefully I will have more good news soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-3080414673195685555?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3080414673195685555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=3080414673195685555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3080414673195685555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/3080414673195685555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SSEE41Yx6hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/M4pKEvIURds/s72-c/DSC01801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-8209230894984007510</id><published>2008-10-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:00:24.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big News</title><content type='html'>I have some wonderful news....I'm pregnant!  We are expecting our little miracle around the end of May or beginning of June.  I'm not feeling so great, but Miguel and Curt have been angels.  Miguel has been doing the dishes and any other 'too smelly' jobs.  When I told Curt about us having a new baby, he pointed to the picture of him as a baby and I suppose that is as close as we can get to an explanation right now.  I think he will be an awesome big brother.  He will be really excited to have a little friend to play with (eventually).&lt;br /&gt; Recently Curt has discovered his belly button and mine too.  He is so interested in everything right now.  He loves to sneak up behind me when I'm cleaning something from the floor and pull up my shirt and give me a raspberry on my side.  Then we both laugh hysterically.  He is pretty cute. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy9oVVMMI/AAAAAAAAADg/dNXLAadwZ8Y/s1600-h/DSCN1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy9oVVMMI/AAAAAAAAADg/dNXLAadwZ8Y/s320/DSCN1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253434630963802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He loves Miguel's motorcycle.  He points to it and says, "Vroom vroom."  Then he'll say Dada, go, vroom vroom.  It is cute to see how his language is developing.  He knows that Miguel will take him to the park and let Curt climb up the slide, the wrong way, and then slide down.  When Miguel walks in the door, Curt runs up to him and says, "Go, go!" and leads Miguel over to the park.  They play for about 45 minutes every night.  Sometimes he will go sit in his little car, which is a stroller and say, "Go, vroom vroom."&lt;br /&gt; Curt heard a rooster last Sunday and since then, he has been trying to make that noise.  He sucks in air and that is his closest attempt.  We listen to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy-85AWeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDZ2b9y2jmk/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy-85AWeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XDZ2b9y2jmk/s320/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253434653662009826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; primary music as we drive home and his favorite song is 'If You're Happy and You Know It.'  One day we listened to it 5 times in a row because he would cry when it ended.  He likes to blink his eyes, although he often just squints, he touches his toes and he tries to snap his fingers, but he always claps when it's over.  Yesterday he did the popcorn actions to 'Popcorn Popping On the Apricot Tree."  He gets just as excited as we do when he learns something new. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy-dUyNHI/AAAAAAAAADw/89IIrSoa_XY/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy-dUyNHI/AAAAAAAAADw/89IIrSoa_XY/s320/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253434645188588658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;participant.  Curt loved the whole show.  He was either clapping or dancing, moving his head to the music the entire night.  Miguel thinks he is really trying to show his Chilean side.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy-Dj_HLI/AAAAAAAAADo/K50-9ZY56FQ/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy-Dj_HLI/AAAAAAAAADo/K50-9ZY56FQ/s320/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253434638273027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures from that night.  Miguel danced with Grace and some other lady    We went to the Chilean Independence Day celebration in September and Miguel was a huge danced with Curt.  He was happy to go with her though.  I  guess he is a bit of a showman, just like his dad.  The whole night was pretty long and very loud for Tammy, Becky, Lini, Sammy, Grace and me, but Curt was having such a great time.  He was not ready to go when we left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-8209230894984007510?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8209230894984007510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=8209230894984007510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/8209230894984007510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/8209230894984007510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-news.html' title='The Big News'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SOfy9oVVMMI/AAAAAAAAADg/dNXLAadwZ8Y/s72-c/DSCN1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-873811934336036813</id><published>2008-09-02T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:31:23.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PJ3WIZ2I/AAAAAAAAADA/FrM3-pZwFmY/s1600-h/DSCN1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PJ3WIZ2I/AAAAAAAAADA/FrM3-pZwFmY/s320/DSCN1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241643678455850850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, so I really don't have a good excuse, but I was pretty sure the weekly thing wouldn't happen. Anyways, life is busy-as usual. School started on the 25th of August and I have 28 students in my class this year. It's really different compared to my 19 I had most of last year. They are really cute though. I do love teaching third graders. I would include a picture, but I think it is illegal or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Curt and his cousin Lini reading a book together.  Curt loves reading time.  He will go get a book and bring it over and then back up until he is placed in my lap...&lt;br /&gt;Curt has been so adorable lately. He waves bye-bye to everything and everyone. Before he goes to bed at night he waves bye-bye to the fish, Jackie and anything else that is close to living. He knows and uses the signs for all done, more, sorry(it's not correct, but it works), and he folds his arms to pray by bringing his fists up to his chin. When I tell him to fold his arms for a prayer, he will start to say his own little prayer which I'm sure only Heavenly Father can understand. It's really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PKWSKX5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xMd5fjPdsLI/s1600-h/DSCN1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PKWSKX5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xMd5fjPdsLI/s320/DSCN1172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241643686760701842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also taken up cleaning lately.  He found the broom and dust pan and got really excited.  He started sweeping the floor and then he would grab the dust pan and scrape it along the floor.  It is really amazing to me what he learns.  He is totally a little sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go on walks with Eli and Helena and here is Curt patiently or impatiently waiting for me to start the walk.  Then after the walk he showed Eli the really cool balloon he got on our anniversary.  Miguel told me he bought flowers for me, but the balloon was for Curt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PKMRjcsI/AAAAAAAAADI/gbCWP76FS64/s1600-h/DSCN1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PKMRjcsI/AAAAAAAAADI/gbCWP76FS64/s320/DSCN1091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241643684073796290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Curt playing with his favorite new toy.  His dad put together this car track with a gas station and ticket counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, life is great for us, busy, but great.  Curt is the cutest person I have ever met.  It makes me sad to leave him in the morning to go to work.  Especially now that he will come out and wave at me and want a few more hugs before I go.  I think this is my favorite age of Curt so far.  He is just so much fun to watch and be around.  Today we went to a barbeque with  Miguel's friend and some cats wandered into his house and Curt was in heaven.  We spent the evening chasing the cats, one at a cricket while we were following it, the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PKny-kVI/AAAAAAAAADY/sNw6IQyrPAo/s1600-h/DSCN1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PKny-kVI/AAAAAAAAADY/sNw6IQyrPAo/s320/DSCN1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241643691461742930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; other climbed a tree.  There were dandilions in the yard that were big and white and seedy.  I taught Curt how to blow the seeds to make more dandylions, I think he may have actually put the dandylion in his mouth before he blew, but it was a learning experience for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to update this blog more often-notice how there are no promises, but I will do my best.  Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-873811934336036813?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/873811934336036813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=873811934336036813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/873811934336036813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/873811934336036813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SL4PJ3WIZ2I/AAAAAAAAADA/FrM3-pZwFmY/s72-c/DSCN1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-326899906667114982</id><published>2008-08-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:53:59.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curt's Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp-bQGCWII/AAAAAAAAACI/VkdyfowdLzc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp-bQGCWII/AAAAAAAAACI/VkdyfowdLzc/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231632923786107010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I added a picture of Miguel's family to the blog, so this time I decided to show off my family.  This was taken at our Folkersen family reunion this summer.  My sisters are totally awesome.  I love to spend time with my family playing games, rock band, making salsa or chocolate, whatever, they are my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp2P6ni3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/VQsED6JFT3k/s1600-h/DSCN1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp2P6ni3vI/AAAAAAAAABY/VQsED6JFT3k/s320/DSCN1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231623932949487346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Curt is doing lots of cute things now.  He waves bye-bye like it's going out of style and he blows kisses, but doesn't take his hand off his mouth so he really just blows on his hand.  Here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp24KKbwRI/AAAAAAAAABg/5sTWxV8HJcs/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp24KKbwRI/AAAAAAAAABg/5sTWxV8HJcs/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231624624317120786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also really cracks me up how he loves to stop and smell the flowers.  Sometimes it slows us down, but it is really, really cute.  My sister Kirsten took this picture and has it hanging in her bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp49QrychI/AAAAAAAAABw/3DfyT_Qcw7g/s1600-h/S6301273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp49QrychI/AAAAAAAAABw/3DfyT_Qcw7g/s320/S6301273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231626910990234130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp49D-7N0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qtd-HUtTEl0/s1600-h/S6301271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp49D-7N0I/AAAAAAAAABo/Qtd-HUtTEl0/s320/S6301271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231626907580839746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt and I went to Gardener Village last week with our friends Eli and Helena.  The boys love playing together.  Especially when there are animals involved.  We saw some geese and Curt obviously opted to climb on top of the wall.  He seems to always be drawn to the dangerous situations...   I think he gets that from his dad.  I have always been such a fraidy cat.   I think  Curt's favorite animals right now are our turtles.  He opens their cage and takes them out.  I think the pull their bodies inside their shells when they hear his voice.  He also loves to feed the fish.  All day, everyday he tries to feed the fish.  He grabs the fish food and carries it around the house trying to get me to help him feed the fish.  He is so stinking cute. He is also babbling a lot.  He always ends his babble with an inflection like he's asking a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp6Hn3vu8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JRfBjBVDrNs/s1600-h/DSCN1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp6Hn3vu8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/JRfBjBVDrNs/s320/DSCN1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231628188524723138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt just loves to read.  He found this book at Sam's Club and when I tried to put it back he was heartbroken.  He just wouldn't stop crying, so his Aunt Kirsten bought it for him.  He has played with the book everyday.  It stresses him out because the pages have pieces that pop out and he needs to have them all out.  I usually end up giving the book a 'time out' or losing it somewhere so that he will stop stressing out about it.  He really does love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to add a little about Miguel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp6HoZ5eoI/AAAAAAAAACA/6WuW0Pg5HUM/s1600-h/DSCN1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp6HoZ5eoI/AAAAAAAAACA/6WuW0Pg5HUM/s320/DSCN1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231628188667968130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We realized that it is going to be our 4th anniversary on the 14th.  It doesn't seem like we've been married that long, but then again it also seems like we've always been together.  I am so lucky to have a supportive husband.  I think he feels the panic I have as summer comes to a close.  I know I am running out of time to get all of my projects finished, so I just keep pushing.  He just built a shelf in our storage room for me (it took us both all day yesterday) and a few weeks ago he tiled our bathroom.  It looks pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5297617239101096141-326899906667114982?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/326899906667114982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=326899906667114982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/326899906667114982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/326899906667114982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2008/08/curts-update.html' title='Curt&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SJp-bQGCWII/AAAAAAAAACI/VkdyfowdLzc/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5297617239101096141.post-4491271036209995499</id><published>2008-07-27T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:16:54.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my first attempt at blogging.  I am going to try and update the blog every week.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1J_y1csoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m05K_Ciolvw/s1600-h/FSCN0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1J_y1csoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m05K_Ciolvw/s320/FSCN0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227916102773551746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wanted to add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; some of my favorite pictures of Curt.  I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; starting with our first family photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was taken when we got home from the hospital.  Notice how Jackie made sure she wasn't left out....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1IwtOv2sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FOhAtQTugDQ/s1600-h/S5300246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1IwtOv2sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FOhAtQTugDQ/s320/S5300246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227914744059386562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miguel's family that we went to visit in 2006.  It was really nice to finally meet everyone!  Chile was amazing... except for the sea lion bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can't belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1IZ_VxqzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0dLHxwjFSpo/s1600-h/Curt06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1IZ_VxqzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0dLHxwjFSpo/s320/Curt06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227914353783712562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ve how fast he is growing!  This other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;picture is his 2 month old photo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heidi took this and it is one of my favorite pictures of Curt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1JidUfSOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/epioiHXxxEw/s1600-h/DSCN0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1JidUfSOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/epioiHXxxEw/s320/DSCN0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227915598781958370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is running everywhere now.  He tries so hard to make people laugh.  He has a funny, super cheesy grin he likes to share when he's eating.  He likes to do lots of silly things to make us laugh.  I think when he grows up he will be the class clown.  This picture (above) is of Curt and Miguel at the Vancouver Aquarium.  It was pretty cool.  We got to see the new baby whale that was only 30 days old.  Curt just loved running in front of people and then when he would fall down they would have to try not to trip over him.  It was really exciting....Except for the looks the other people gave us.  They must not have a one year old who recently discovered his new freedom through walking.&lt;br /&gt;His favorite food is black beans.  Here's a picture of him after he's had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1HQWKHvkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/84EBqNQZ-NM/s1600-h/DSCN0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1HQWKHvkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/84EBqNQZ-NM/s320/DSCN0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913088598523458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As you can imagine, we do plenty of laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great picture of our two party animals at Curt's first birthday party.  I think the hat was Jackie's favorite part of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1HsHfjwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T3xr-1fh84k/s1600-h/DSCN0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1HsHfjwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T3xr-1fh84k/s320/DSCN0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913565698244978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1IEaE7KjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UzcdClA-Fp8/s1600-h/DSCN0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1IEaE7KjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UzcdClA-Fp8/s320/DSCN0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227913983003666994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Curt loves going to the park.  He likes to climb up to the top of the playground and go down the slide head first.  He's totally fearless.  I'm pretty sure we'll end up in the emergency room eventually....   When we went to the park with Miguel he showed him the water fountain and Curt just loved it.  I don't think he got much to drink, but he was soaked by the time we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., so it was a really long first blog, but hopefully I can give more details on fewer things next time...&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/5297617239101096141-4491271036209995499?l=shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4491271036209995499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5297617239101096141&amp;postID=4491271036209995499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/4491271036209995499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5297617239101096141/posts/default/4491271036209995499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonandmiguel.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-getting-started.html' title='Just Getting Started'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00985390506284499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SjaZ6HF3AYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pHPtw829i8c/S220/SDC11923.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LF8yT3Rl25o/SI1J_y1csoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m05K_Ciolvw/s72-c/FSCN0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
