<?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-4796464561239461995</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:09:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adam's family...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-5047230152954070201</id><published>2010-02-02T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:42:29.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to San Diego with Adam's family to celebrate Christmas. It was so much fun! We went to the zoo, Sea World, shopping, the beach, and so many more fun places. Here are so pictures from our trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSr7ItZbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7CWU6y84iTU/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433683864984577458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSr7ItZbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7CWU6y84iTU/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSrWtgLGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/h9IN1tqAhk4/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433683855206788194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSrWtgLGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/h9IN1tqAhk4/s320/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamas and babies. Let me just say...getting a picture with all the kids looking at the camera is IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSrDfk3dI/AAAAAAAAARs/uTnxFPRU6T8/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433683850048101842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSrDfk3dI/AAAAAAAAARs/uTnxFPRU6T8/s320/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petting a sting ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSqtU98II/AAAAAAAAARk/ZmnTyAW1bAQ/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433683844098027650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSqtU98II/AAAAAAAAARk/ZmnTyAW1bAQ/s320/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's beautiful smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hRPBZA9eI/AAAAAAAAARc/w5pq4a_AXXQ/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433682268935747042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hRPBZA9eI/AAAAAAAAARc/w5pq4a_AXXQ/s320/DSC01918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Dagny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hRN3JZS3I/AAAAAAAAARE/3iZ5wK6ko-E/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433682249006009202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hRN3JZS3I/AAAAAAAAARE/3iZ5wK6ko-E/s320/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute little bugs&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hRNQ5u1eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YD8dLacHN6s/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433682238739764706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hRNQ5u1eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YD8dLacHN6s/s320/DSC01886.JPG" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hROqeUu4I/AAAAAAAAARU/U3Fp1s_zmi4/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433682262783998850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hROqeUu4I/AAAAAAAAARU/U3Fp1s_zmi4/s320/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One...two...Shamu Shamu!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-5047230152954070201?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5047230152954070201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=5047230152954070201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/5047230152954070201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/5047230152954070201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2010/02/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S2hSr7ItZbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7CWU6y84iTU/s72-c/DSC01928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-4597786020401302504</id><published>2010-01-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:23:54.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have so much catching up to do.  My camera has been very stubborn about uploading pictures.  It has been making me sooo mad!!!  Anyways....here's some pictures from December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year a church in Tulsa puts up these AMAZING Christmas lights throughout their property.  Of course, Asher the elf child loves it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt3HdrIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6RoVFLOAYbQ/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902813482524690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt3HdrIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6RoVFLOAYbQ/s320/DSC01869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an American flag but my flash doesn't let it show very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt2slqsNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0Y1aUck852g/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902806268293330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt2slqsNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0Y1aUck852g/s320/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt2IE8qRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XnH5m8ovx8c/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902796467382546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt2IE8qRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XnH5m8ovx8c/s320/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to delete this one... I'm not great with computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytJloVsSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Vsl2GD1XizM/s1600-h/DSC01865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902031306338594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytJloVsSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Vsl2GD1XizM/s320/DSC01865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light show.  All the trees went with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytJRoDOjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4krrQmyFUOg/s1600-h/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902025936419378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytJRoDOjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4krrQmyFUOg/s320/DSC01864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park is huge.  This is not even half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytJM7TjPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Hefgqa0r2rg/s1600-h/DSC01863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902024675003634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytJM7TjPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Hefgqa0r2rg/s320/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bridge that goes with music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytIcy-m4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tp-6sGibHhc/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902011755174786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytIcy-m4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tp-6sGibHhc/s320/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher and his mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytIIbbVGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6l6OfQlGVFU/s1600-h/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902006287684706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0ytIIbbVGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6l6OfQlGVFU/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cutie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-4597786020401302504?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4597786020401302504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=4597786020401302504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4597786020401302504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4597786020401302504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/S0yt3HdrIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6RoVFLOAYbQ/s72-c/DSC01869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-385173291001344652</id><published>2009-11-06T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:03:01.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ54WAM_hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/srz6WoFBtMI/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401005493265956370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ54WAM_hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/srz6WoFBtMI/s320/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they rang the doorbell and knocked a thousand times on each door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ54HQ-C2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/6YTubHpVtMo/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401005489309748066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ54HQ-C2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/6YTubHpVtMo/s320/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween party....Adam and I were morning people...I know...LAME...but it was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ53hyWaEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cl-b8R-4ZAI/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401005479249209410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ53hyWaEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Cl-b8R-4ZAI/s320/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate from the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ53LbyWxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/djeIcYqIiYY/s1600-h/DSC01779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401005473248992018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ53LbyWxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/djeIcYqIiYY/s320/DSC01779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting webs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ522dHnMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/I2UZOm6evck/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401005467617434818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ522dHnMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/I2UZOm6evck/s320/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still shooting webs.  I couldn't get a picture of him without his hands up shooting webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher was Spiderman for Halloween this year. Surprise surprise right?! His obsession has yet to die but now I think we could be moving on to transformers. We'll see. Anyways, Halloween was super fun this year. He was into every aspect of it. He was looking forward to trick-or-treating for weeks. Being that I had to spend $30 on a costume, I was looking for every opportunity for him to wear it. SO...Wednesday night we dressed him up and took him to the aquarium. They always have a huge Halloween event. The theme this year was pirates and mermaids. It was a lot of fun! Asher got TONS of candy and saw a pirate scuba dive with the fish. We started our Halloween day off early with a Halloween party at some friend's house. The kids and the parents dressed up. Very funny! The kids played games and ate Halloween cupcakes. And the finale, TRICK-OR-TREATING!! Asher loved it!!! Our friends came over and we just went around our neighborhood. Asher, of course, had to be the first one to the door. It was a race every time. After a few house, Asher decides to stop saying "trick-or-treat" and started saying "we need candy!" UGHHH!!! Also, while all the other kids stood on the porch, Asher would walk into the house. One time, in his race to be first, he got to the door of another house and opened it and just walked on in. No knock, no doorbell, NOTHING!! The lady was very sweet about it. Maybe next year I should work with him on proper Halloween etiquette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-385173291001344652?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/385173291001344652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=385173291001344652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/385173291001344652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/385173291001344652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SvQ54WAM_hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/srz6WoFBtMI/s72-c/DSC01847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-5035313779051105155</id><published>2009-10-29T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:55:17.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrvFjdcuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5jFKQuyhW1E/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398034453813359330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrvFjdcuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5jFKQuyhW1E/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumruzeI1VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/38dQ4kq5qxw/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398034448959198546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumruzeI1VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/38dQ4kq5qxw/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture.  Look at that huge smile on Asher's face.  I know he's thinking he's real lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrC0DfgNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TP-jpxFFUys/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398033693201629394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrC0DfgNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TP-jpxFFUys/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee-haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrChogsdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/67je00uowzE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398033688256623058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrChogsdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/67je00uowzE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrCTt21OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iJyo3i1I_og/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398033684520948962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrCTt21OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iJyo3i1I_og/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?! Free to roam?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrBwFjOkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gtOvn35LOD0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398033674956651074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrBwFjOkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gtOvn35LOD0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was really hungry.  After this picture he stole the bag right out of Adam's hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrBqrxt-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IQJMlt38fhY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398033673506371554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrBqrxt-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IQJMlt38fhY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have an awesome pumpkin patch in Tulsa. We have gone two years in a row and Asher absolutely loves it!! This Sunday, we went back with our community group from church. Besides climbing on top of all the pumpkins, I think Asher's favorite part is all the animals. You can buy feed and feed goats, sheep, and pigs. However, I would not recommend feeding the pigs. The goats and sheep very kindly lick the feed off your hand...but the pigs...not so nice. One bit Asher's fingers and caused a cry fest for about five minutes. I don't blame him though...I'm sure it really hurt. Besides feeding the animals, Asher rode a pony and a camel. The whole group went on a hay ride and the men raced through a corn maze. I think they were excepting a big manly competition but they came out extremely disappointed. Apparently, the finish line was right next to the entrance. As for me, well I just try not to have a heart attack while I'm there. Anyone who knows me knows that I despise birds! This place has chickens that just freely roam around. UGHHHH!!!! They also have a pen in the middle with huge turkeys in there. It would be my luck that one would escape the pen while I'm there. The thought seriously makes my heart pound!! So I walk around the whole time looking over my shoulder hoping that some evil bird isn't following me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-5035313779051105155?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5035313779051105155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=5035313779051105155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/5035313779051105155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/5035313779051105155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SumrvFjdcuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5jFKQuyhW1E/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-7891574766891601606</id><published>2009-10-20T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:27:01.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick :(</title><content type='html'>So I'm sick today and it's not fun.  I woke up with a cough yesterday that I thought came from all the yelling I did at the U2 concert I went to on Sunday night (which was amazing by the way) but the cough just lingered and lingered.  Today I'm running fever and just feel really ran down.  I swear I'm not trying to be a big baby about being sick but to make matters worse, Adam is out of town all week.  AND my usual helper, my mom, is sick too!!  So my poor dad came all the way to Tulsa to keep Asher for me.  They are staying at a hotel tonight and have just been running around all day doing boy things. :) Again, I promise I'm not trying to be a baby. I would really muster up the energy to take care of Asher while being sick but truth be told, I'm so scared to be around him.  I don't know about anyone else but this whole swine flu thing has me freaked out!! Especially for my little boy.  There are so many different stories out there right now and I'm so scared for Asher to get it.  Some people say oh it's a mild cold and others say it's terrible with 104 fever.  Some people say absolutely do not vaccinate and other say it's dumb not to.  I just don't know what to do!!!  So all of this to say that my sweet dad is keeping Asher away from me....and now I'm terribly lonely! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-7891574766891601606?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7891574766891601606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=7891574766891601606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/7891574766891601606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/7891574766891601606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-sick.html' title='Being sick :('/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-2660414244417879517</id><published>2009-10-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:56:41.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5pWTUglI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ymNKL24w5qQ/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387705542998524498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5pWTUglI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ymNKL24w5qQ/s320/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy and daddy at the zoo.  It was hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5KIBKjJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uLRZWyXbQ_s/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387705006588333202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5KIBKjJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uLRZWyXbQ_s/s320/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the petting zoo.  He loved that specific goat for some reason.  Followed it around the whole time.  I had to tell him not to kiss it...that's gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5JkXCNUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1DebAkjrkqo/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704997016384834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5JkXCNUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1DebAkjrkqo/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear the Stache!  Asher says he has a "dirty mustache just like Boom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5JFYchWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fHwbsJuE8QU/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704988700804450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5JFYchWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fHwbsJuE8QU/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5It111NI/AAAAAAAAANw/GiS8aab4yv0/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704982381647058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5It111NI/AAAAAAAAANw/GiS8aab4yv0/s320/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that huge smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5IVDoPiI/AAAAAAAAANo/j-voAfqSW5U/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704975728590370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5IVDoPiI/AAAAAAAAANo/j-voAfqSW5U/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT31l7sIsI/AAAAAAAAANg/LTKM_x5C5sk/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387703554329551554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT31l7sIsI/AAAAAAAAANg/LTKM_x5C5sk/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, Asher, and Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT31V_28lI/AAAAAAAAANY/vPLcyQhWH7k/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387703550052069970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT31V_28lI/AAAAAAAAANY/vPLcyQhWH7k/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT30z6IxVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YbLEidOD-Rk/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387703540901266770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT30z6IxVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YbLEidOD-Rk/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinata time!  Sorry for the sugar rush parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT30jUBY_I/AAAAAAAAANI/WedQVY3g4Ss/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387703536446432242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT30jUBY_I/AAAAAAAAANI/WedQVY3g4Ss/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin the rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT30BGOaDI/AAAAAAAAANA/H-aSFMR4Ybw/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387703527261759538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT30BGOaDI/AAAAAAAAANA/H-aSFMR4Ybw/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher's new ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little boy is 3!! WOW!! It really does go by so fast. I'm trying to remember everything I can about his little life but it seems like his life is moving faster than my brain works! He is just so much fun right now. He hasn't even been 3 for a week yet but I'm loving this age. He's so funny!! This year was the first year that he was so excited to have a party. We have been talking about this party, planning this party, buying things for this party for over a month now. Every week he would say, "My friends come to my party this weekend?" And I would have to say, "Not this week." SO when the time finally came....man he was excited!! We had a spiderman birthday party in our backyard. He had tons of friends there and the real Spiderman made an appearance. Asher loved it!!! Spiderman's strength was really put to the test by three little boys. I think the cutest part of the whole party was singing happy birthday to him. He just smiled and laughed the entire time! Definitely melted my heart! After the party, my family stayed with us and we just played with toys and watched football. We had his party on Saturday but his real birthday was Sunday. Of course we had to celebrate the real birthday so we went to church and then headed straight out to the zoo. After the zoo, we played outside until the sun went down. We ended the birthday weekend by singing happy birthday as our good night song. Of course he was so excited that we had to sing it again! I love you Asher man and I thank God everyday for 3 amazing years with you. I'm so lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-2660414244417879517?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2660414244417879517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=2660414244417879517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/2660414244417879517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/2660414244417879517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-3rd-birthday.html' title='Happy 3rd birthday!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SsT5pWTUglI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ymNKL24w5qQ/s72-c/184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-4290471106095528625</id><published>2009-09-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:10:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOMER SOONER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I think this family is completely converted to the Boomer Sooners. Yes, we are now members of the Sooner Nation!! We have unexpectedly been able to see Landry, aka Uncle Boom, start in two games. We are so proud of him!! He has been amazing and we love watching him play. Here are some pictures from our fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384477280240809730" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmBjuXqNwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0DA8YQlUp-w/s320/DSC01616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher preparing for the big game, uniform and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmCc3XrNOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/moyhAn1Jas4/s1600-h/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384478261909337314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmCc3XrNOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/moyhAn1Jas4/s320/DSC01625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landry, doing what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmCxXzyiFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IwIpbreu5Fw/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384478614214576210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmCxXzyiFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IwIpbreu5Fw/s320/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landry on the big screen....so weird to see my little brother like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmDHxMfx8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tt8wmumZE0c/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384478998986213314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmDHxMfx8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tt8wmumZE0c/s320/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher and Wa-Wa-Britney at the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-4290471106095528625?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4290471106095528625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=4290471106095528625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4290471106095528625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4290471106095528625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/09/boomer-sooner.html' title='BOOMER SOONER!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SrmBjuXqNwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0DA8YQlUp-w/s72-c/DSC01616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3856045783692021437</id><published>2009-08-21T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:06:31.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>Good news...I heard from the camera lady and my camera is finally ready.  Now I can download all of my summer pictures.  I will probably be blogging about things that happened months ago, but will that really be any different from what I do now? haha.  Ok so in the meantime, I have been trying to write down some of the funny things Asher tells.  He's sooo funny now.  I  try to remember them all but he'll say things at random times and I don't have time to write them all down.  I try really hard to remember them all because these are memories that I want forever!  Here's a quick list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We say our prayers together every night as a family.  Asher's prayers are always very detailed.  The other night it went like this..."Dear Dod (God)...thank you for my puppies and the fence that shocks them and that Cashy gets shocked...Amen."  (we had to put an inground electric fence in our yard.  we are not mean dog people...I promise but this is the only way we can keep them from tearing up our fence.  I blogged about this problem earier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We took the dogs for a walk the other day and I was walking June and Asher was walking cash.   Asher: "Mom, Cash is freakin me out back here!" Me: "Why?" Asher: "He's just walkin real funny!"  Not sure what Cash was doing different but it was "freakin" him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was taking him to Adam's work the other day so he could have lunch with his daddy.  He yawned real big in the backseat.  Me: "Oh no Ash, are you tired?"  Asher: "No I just yawned."  Me: "Do you need a nap?"  Asher: "Yeah, I think I take one at work.  Do they have a sleepin bag or something for me?"  Hummmm.....do you take nap at work?  Is that allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talking about Uncle Boom's (Landry) truck.  Asher: "Boom's truck is realllllll fast!  It really bumpy too!"  I don't remember my reply but whatever it was Asher said, "Ohhhhhhh Holy Cow!!!  You need to pank his hiney!!"   I seriously have no idea where he learned Holy Cow.  Surely I don't say that anymore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just some of the funny stories that little boy has told me lately.    I love him sooooo much and I'm sooooo glad I'm his mommy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3856045783692021437?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3856045783692021437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3856045783692021437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3856045783692021437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3856045783692021437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-6096403195991674130</id><published>2009-07-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:15:03.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG IT!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sad times guys!!!!  My camera broke!!!!!  That's why I haven't blogged.  I can't upload my pictures.  My screen broke and I can't turn my camera on.  UGHHH!!!!!  I have so many cute summer pics on it.  I'm gonna get it fixed...just hope it doesn't cost as much to fix it as it would to just buy a new one.  Anyways...I'm super bummed out but I'm gonna work on getting those pictures because I have some good stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one funny story though, (while I'm thinking about it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's proof that Asher is definitely Adam's son... Asher LOVES music and he likes to listen to it loudly.  He always tells me to turn it up.  Most of the time it's Vegitales, Dr. Joan, or other kid music playing in the car but every once in a while I have to have a change in tunes.  Just for my sanity.  So the other we are driving along and I decide to plug in the ipod.  I'm flipping through songs and Asher would say "No this one boring song" or he would bob his head try to sing along.  I'm listening to some Red Hot Chili Peppers and Asher says, "No this boring...I want JOHNNY CASH!"  What?!!!!!  For some weird reason Asher finds Red Hot Chili Peppers boring and thinks Johnny Cash is the best singer ever.  Adam - you have seriously brain washed this kid!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-6096403195991674130?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6096403195991674130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=6096403195991674130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6096403195991674130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6096403195991674130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/07/dang-it.html' title='DANG IT!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-8216503251804600229</id><published>2009-06-23T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:00:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Rainier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU5RoPzzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xpP7VDw4CrE/s1600-h/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350580806510169906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU5RoPzzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xpP7VDw4CrE/s320/202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the base of the mountain. This is the visability they had when they started climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4x3DAJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nGPQFDADa2Y/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350580797982310546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4x3DAJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nGPQFDADa2Y/s320/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if that's fog or cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4qlNOLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f5wntCEaNi4/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350580796028434610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4qlNOLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f5wntCEaNi4/s320/211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are above the clouds now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4XihtwI/AAAAAAAAALw/BY7q5et3_EE/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350580790916921090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4XihtwI/AAAAAAAAALw/BY7q5et3_EE/s320/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This area was on their path to the top.  I don't know if you can see it, but there's an area of rocks that kept falling all day long, right across their path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4CK4NHI/AAAAAAAAALo/uRQ3GbiZx4g/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350580785180587122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU4CK4NHI/AAAAAAAAALo/uRQ3GbiZx4g/s320/220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture.  It's so beautiful.  I love admiring the beauty that God created.  This is a view that I will probably never see personally so I just love looking at this picture.  We really have an amazing God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much more to these photos and Adam has stories for each one, but he would never post about them.  Sorry you had to get the explanation from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-8216503251804600229?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8216503251804600229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=8216503251804600229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/8216503251804600229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/8216503251804600229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/06/mt-rainier.html' title='Mt. Rainier'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SkEU5RoPzzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xpP7VDw4CrE/s72-c/202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-6646183886719565042</id><published>2009-06-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:17:49.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzQfkPjyI/AAAAAAAAALg/nxTpm9BYmQE/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348362390923611938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzQfkPjyI/AAAAAAAAALg/nxTpm9BYmQE/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzP3P3x8I/AAAAAAAAALY/b9-Pzpqfqrg/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348362380100749250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzP3P3x8I/AAAAAAAAALY/b9-Pzpqfqrg/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzPvnAhxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ANGPD4tPs4I/s1600-h/DSC01428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348362378050307858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzPvnAhxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ANGPD4tPs4I/s320/DSC01428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok first, I want you all to be impressed with my posting. This is 4 in one month!!! I know, it's even surprising me. Anyways, I think I have a fish for a son. I should probably change his name to Nemo. We live in the pool. It's wonderful since the weather here is almost unbearable. I'm so used to dry 105 degree heat. This humidity kills me so the pool is my lifesaver and it's Asher's favorite thing to do. We usually go twice a day. The nicest thing about it is that Asher is really swimming now. He recently graduated from ISR, a survival class for infants. It was such an amazing experience. He doesn't know the exact strokes, but he swims with his face in the water and rolls to his back to float when he's tired. He can swim all the way across the pool! Of course, we still stay in the water with him and help him when he needs it but the course was a serious lifesaver. Asher has NO FEAR!!!! He thinks nothing of jumping off the side and just going for it. My biggest fear was him falling in the water without floaties and thinking that he would just be able to float. Now he knows how. It's awesome! If anyone has kids who are fearless around water then this class is totally for you. Here are some pictures of Asher on his last day. They practice swimming fully clothed so that they will know what to do if they fell into a pool with clothes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-6646183886719565042?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6646183886719565042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=6646183886719565042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6646183886719565042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6646183886719565042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SjkzQfkPjyI/AAAAAAAAALg/nxTpm9BYmQE/s72-c/DSC01431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3369005753112140769</id><published>2009-06-12T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:32:59.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>I love vacations!  I really love vacations!  BUT I HATE THE TRAVELING DAYS!!!!  You know, the day to travel to where you are going and the day to travel home.  Those days are FOREVER long and draining.  Yesterday we flew back from Seattle (more on this trip later) and ran into that huge storm in Dallas.  Well, we didn't actually fly into it but it was definitely affecting our flight.  We made it to Albuquerque and we were supposed to just touch down, pick up more people, and take off again.  We got stuck.  The airport in Dallas was shut down.  No one could fly in or out.  So we sat on the plane and just waited until we got word that the storm had passed and we could fly to Dallas.  That was torture.  I wanted to get home to Asher sooo bad!  All I wanted to do was jump off that plane and find another way back to Tulsa.  However, the airport opened back up and we took off.  When we got to Dallas, it was mass chaos in the airport.  People had been stuck there all day.  The stand-by line was over 100 people long.  The bathroom lines (in every bathroom) where coming out the doors and going down the halls.  People with babies and little kids where everywhere.  Talk about stress!!!!!  There was a lady flying alone with two kids and the youngest one was having a huge breakdown.  Nothing the lady did made her feel better.  My heart broke for both the mama and the little girl.  There's nothing worse than being stuck in a place with no where to go.  Needless to say, they made their plane and we made ours.  I loved touching down in Tulsa just knowing that my sweet little boy was waiting at home for me.  (Thanks mom and dad for watching him for us.)  Anways, just wanted to say that I had a great time on vacation but I hate the traveling part.  I'm really dreading the long flight I have coming up in a few weeks.  I'm gonna start praying about it right now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3369005753112140769?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3369005753112140769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3369005753112140769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3369005753112140769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3369005753112140769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/06/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-82260879147851887</id><published>2009-06-04T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:17:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Ash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_5EyqtKI/AAAAAAAAALI/_hd1hVNBjf8/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343661576390620322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_5EyqtKI/AAAAAAAAALI/_hd1hVNBjf8/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_42z-EjI/AAAAAAAAALA/caknBelNX08/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343661572637987378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_42z-EjI/AAAAAAAAALA/caknBelNX08/s320/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_4t5JGxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rsHT2mdXCiU/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343661570243762962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_4t5JGxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rsHT2mdXCiU/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_4Sez3HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qiOAapSI7xQ/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343661562885561458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_4Sez3HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qiOAapSI7xQ/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_35URGVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9jUjIoh0zsw/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343661556130453842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_35URGVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9jUjIoh0zsw/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is for my friend Ashlie. We have talked many times about dogs. Her little boy, Gentry would love a dog. We have two dogs so I have many stories to share with her. First thing, I love my dogs. I really do...BUT.... man they are a lot of work!! They have become very difficult lately. They have recently decided that they hate the rain. We live in Tulsa!!! You CAN NOT hate the rain!! It's like moving to Colorado when you hate the snow. We recently had a really long period of rain. I'm talking like everyday. SO...destruction! That's all I can say. We had to repair the backyard fence 3 times in one week. It's not like they don't have protection from the rain. They do. We have a covered porch and their dog house is on the porch. I also usually let them come inside but they literally give you two seconds to get them inside before they starting tearing a hole in the fence. One thunder and their gone. They have it down to a science. It doesn't take them long to tear a huge hole. Oh they are such babies! Not only was my fence destroyed but it also destroyed my house. I daily had to let muddy dogs into my house. My carpet is in horrible shape. I don't know what I'm gonna do with them! Sometimes I wish that an older couple who loves animals and treats them like children would come to my house and ask if I would sell my dogs to them. I think part of me would jump on that offer but the other part knows that my little boy would kill me. Oh life with dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok Ash, these pics are for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-82260879147851887?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/82260879147851887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=82260879147851887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/82260879147851887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/82260879147851887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-for-you-ash.html' title='This is for you Ash...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sih_5EyqtKI/AAAAAAAAALI/_hd1hVNBjf8/s72-c/DSC01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-348124296083391957</id><published>2009-06-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:10:34.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not gonna type again about being a bad blogger.  You guys already know this but this time I have an excuse.  My computer was not letting me upload pictures.  It messed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;!!  I finally got it to work and then my camera died.  Today I got all my bases covered and finally uploaded all my pictures.  I think I have some good stories to tell.  Before I go on to my Asher posting, I'm gonna do a husband post first.  PLEASE PLEASE pray for Adam this weekend.  He is on his way to climb Mt. Rainier.  I didn't think much about this at first, but then I found out that Mt. Rainier isn't like the ordinary mountain climb.  It's a glacier.  Yes, glacier.  Maybe I should have known that but I didn't.  He needed cramp-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt; (shoe things with spikes on the bottom), ice axes, a sleeping bag that will go down to -20 degrees, crazy things like that.  It has me a little worried but I know it's completely safe.  People make this climb everyday.  But still pray for him please.  I think it's weird the desires that God gives men.   God definitely knew when he created humans what he was doing making men and women so different.  I guess men can admire God's creation from on top of a mountain and women can admire something different lying on a beach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  That's my idea of an adventure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam- I hope you have a great time!  I miss you already! (he's only been gone 2 hours...pathetic, right?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-348124296083391957?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/348124296083391957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=348124296083391957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/348124296083391957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/348124296083391957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-1101723886382838691</id><published>2009-04-28T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:13:28.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spidey-panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfdVS8lPG9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uU07P_H50VU/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329822468004584402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfdVS8lPG9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uU07P_H50VU/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfdVSxc0ufI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yDM4GX3q64I/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329822465016510962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfdVSxc0ufI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yDM4GX3q64I/s320/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Asher to the Build-a-Bear workshop the other day. (ok it was like a month ago...again bad blogger.) He had so much fun. He couldnt decide what animal to chose. They really have ton of choices. But he finally decided on a panda, just like Kung-fu Panda. He helped the lady stuff the bear and then he gave it a bath. He brushed his fur and then picked out the clothes. Like I said, he is in love with super heros and there were a bunch of super hero outfits. There was a Batman one but this time he chose Spiderman. We asked him what the bears name was and he said, "Spidey-panda." It was super cute. We will definitely have to do that again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-1101723886382838691?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1101723886382838691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=1101723886382838691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1101723886382838691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1101723886382838691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/04/spidey-panda.html' title='Spidey-panda'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfdVS8lPG9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uU07P_H50VU/s72-c/DSC01267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3867322187704470474</id><published>2009-04-27T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:05:21.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzsMoUT4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sqcYlVqAIC0/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433674692972418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzsMoUT4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sqcYlVqAIC0/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzr7jjPuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7bKY215t6k8/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433670109576930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzr7jjPuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7bKY215t6k8/s320/DSC01248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzrnuX-QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oY4hwcnfUzk/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433664786266370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzrnuX-QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/oY4hwcnfUzk/s320/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzrZPNDTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/srf2clRI6VI/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433660897430834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzrZPNDTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/srf2clRI6VI/s320/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I would say that I'm sorry for not blogging in the last month but you guys already know that I'm a bad blogger. I'll be playing catch up for quite a while. In my defense though, Asher has been taking naps in his sleeping bag and not in his bed. This requires me to lay down with him and that really cuts into my computer time. Sorry! Ok so to start...Asher has really started to love super heros. I dont know why. I dont let him watch those cartoons because sometimes I think they are really advanced and sometimes just really violent. But he has picked up this love somewhere. It must just be born in boys. His favorite is Batman. We found Batman pj's at Walmart and he LOVES them. He would wear them everywhere if I let him but luckily I can destract him long enough to throw on other clothes before we go out. Although I know these are pj's but they really scare me. I don't like the thought of him sleeping with the cape on. It could strangle him right? He's very good about taking off the cape so he can sleep but that it the only time the cape can come off or be covered, which meant no wearing jackets over the Batman cape. Here are some pics of my favorite little Batman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3867322187704470474?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3867322187704470474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3867322187704470474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3867322187704470474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3867322187704470474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SfXzsMoUT4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sqcYlVqAIC0/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3903417480132565005</id><published>2009-03-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:44:53.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mootie Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1DE8Jc4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SNROUpwqDrA/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315079943465038722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1DE8Jc4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SNROUpwqDrA/s320/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1C1SLjUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HaWxBV0K2YM/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315079939262483778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1C1SLjUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HaWxBV0K2YM/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1CnPubsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BxrieFFKZmg/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315079935494090434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1CnPubsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BxrieFFKZmg/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher and Adam loves smoothies. I'm not a huge smoothie drinker so this is totally a Asher and Daddy time. Asher loves it!! He eats his dinner and then he asks for a "Mootie". He knows where everything is and is a huge help. He drags out the blender and puts it on top of the counter. This part is very scary. I'm so afraid that he is going to drop it and shatter glass everywhere but...this is a part of it. He gets it out and then says, "Whooo that heavy!!" Then he helps Adam get all the fruit from the freezer. This is actually a great learning experience because Adam makes him count out all the fruit. 4 strawberries, 2 scoops of yogurt, etc. After it's all done, they sit on the couch and drink up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3903417480132565005?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3903417480132565005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3903417480132565005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3903417480132565005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3903417480132565005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/mootie-time.html' title='Mootie Time!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/ScL1DE8Jc4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SNROUpwqDrA/s72-c/DSC01241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-873925748383667768</id><published>2009-03-14T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:23:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Somebody Please Give the Kid a Haircut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sbv12M7U3tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-1CnG4-CKXU/s1600-h/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313110496945430226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sbv12M7U3tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-1CnG4-CKXU/s320/DSC01173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sbv11VKC8fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hV7vkRsiPXk/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313110481974784498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sbv11VKC8fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hV7vkRsiPXk/s320/DSC01170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got this phrase a lot there awhile. Asher desperately needed a haircut. We wanted to grow it out but it just started from a very bad point. He received a horrible haircut back in December. The girl combed every single hair on his head forward and started cutting. Now I'm not a hair dresser but I could quickly tell that this one wasnt turning out very good. Naturally, the front was much shorter than the back. MUCH SHORTER. It didn't look that bad at first but then it started growing and every day it was more noticeable. But we decided that we would let it keep growing and we would see what happened. Oh Poor Asher! The long back part of his hair started curling. It formed ONE big roll like I curled it was a curling iron. The front looked cute - nice and shaggy. But the back!!! There was nothing I could do to control it. I sprayed it with water, hairspray, etc. It just would not go down. It stuck up from the second he got his hair washed. Needless to say, we broke down and got him a haircut. He looks much better but I think the back part of his hair is just trained to stick straight up. Oh well, at least people don't think that I curl it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pics are pre-haircut.  Just wanted you to see the "stickup" and also Adam should learn to just smile for me when I tell him to take a picture or else I will have to keep posting picture like this of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-873925748383667768?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/873925748383667768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=873925748383667768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/873925748383667768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/873925748383667768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-somebody-please-give-kid-haircut.html' title='Will Somebody Please Give the Kid a Haircut?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/Sbv12M7U3tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-1CnG4-CKXU/s72-c/DSC01173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-4916618463522740300</id><published>2009-03-03T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:06:29.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me knows I hate running.  It has NEVER been anything that I was interested in.  I thought that people who enjoyed running were crazy and truth be told, I still do.  BUT I have decided to take it up.  I'm running a half marathon in April with Adam and some friends.  I have started training and I'm using this program that is for beginners.  Beginners my butt!!  The first week we had to run 5 miles!  Geez!!!  But I did it, kind of.  I had to walk a few times.  My problem is no longer serious side cramps or gasping for air, but it's my dang knees.  Never before have I felt so extremely old.  When I run, it feels like my knee cap is going to fly out of my knee.  I sleep in Icy Hot every night and take 2 Mortins everyday.  Some of you might be laughing and saying it's only 5 miles but like I said, I have NEVER liked running which is exactly the reason I decided to do it.  I want to push myself and overcome a hurdle that I thought was completely impossible.  I struggled running one mile and now that's simple.  I'm really proud of my 5 miles....now if only a half marathon was 5 miles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-4916618463522740300?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4916618463522740300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=4916618463522740300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4916618463522740300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4916618463522740300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/running.html' title='Running!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-1417564275284207645</id><published>2009-02-16T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:21:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRCQvZD7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rSAXzZ_j5yY/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570241733332914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRCQvZD7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rSAXzZ_j5yY/s320/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRB0DChVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vnUAtgzWZmQ/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570234031113554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRB0DChVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vnUAtgzWZmQ/s320/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRBRMyXUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i9xVs7rxH40/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570224676756802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRBRMyXUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i9xVs7rxH40/s320/DSC01177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRBHumyiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sL8AkvxEe8k/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303570222134250018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRBHumyiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sL8AkvxEe8k/s320/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have two dogs, monster dogs at that. Cash is a lab and he's a little over weight but we are working on that and June is a Viszla. June is beautiful dog but she is very stubborn. She will not listen! Anyways, we have had these dogs since the beginning of our marriage. Cash came first and was VERY spoiled. He was our baby! My parents knew how much I loved Cash and got me June for Christmas the next year. Our dogs are such a huge part of our family. However, when we found out I was pregnant we got a little worried about the dogs. These were big dogs who were used to A LOT of attention and we just didn't know how we were going to manage them and a new baby. Needless to say, things worked out perfectly. The dogs have managed being spoiled less and have learned who the real baby of the family is. We all love them, especially Asher. We wakes up every morning looking for them. He hugs and kisses them and talks to them very sweetly. He is always saying, "Oh hi boy" and "Mere (Come here) Junie-B" and "NO Ju-Ju!" (that phrase is used a lot) and many many other things pertaining to the dogs. We take them on walks and Asher walks Cash. June and Asher are terrors together. He leaves things out and she tears them up. It's an endless cycle! Anyways, our dogs complete our family and I'm not sure how we will ever replace them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-1417564275284207645?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1417564275284207645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=1417564275284207645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1417564275284207645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1417564275284207645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-amigos.html' title='The 3 Amigos!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZoRCQvZD7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rSAXzZ_j5yY/s72-c/DSC01179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-446310637095333600</id><published>2009-02-10T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:18:58.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFCU41BJI/AAAAAAAAAII/UUPgxwz3kLg/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301234880149259410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFCU41BJI/AAAAAAAAAII/UUPgxwz3kLg/s320/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFCLBH8GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o1vxtbWlrU0/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301234877499699298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFCLBH8GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o1vxtbWlrU0/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFB2fQeNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xHeTkPaDAeA/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301234871988943058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFB2fQeNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xHeTkPaDAeA/s320/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFBSis94I/AAAAAAAAAHw/F-M0LCVUEcc/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301234862339716994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFBSis94I/AAAAAAAAAHw/F-M0LCVUEcc/s320/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok Girls (Casey and Becky), go ahead and laugh. Yes, I am just now posting pictures of our adventure of the ice storm that happened like 3 weeks ago! I will continue to say this, I am horrible at the blogging thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said before, Tulsa had an ice storm a few weeks ago. We were stuck inside for 3 days. Doesn't sound like fun but it actually was. Asher and I had so much fun together. He was sick for the first day so we did a lot of snuggling. We watched movies and laid on his Lightning McQueen sleeping bag. Not that I EVER want Asher to be sick but I do LOVE his sweet snuggles. He felt better the next day and was dying to go outside. I bundled him up and out we went. Between the ice and rain, a little bit of snow feel. Asher loved it! It wasn't the best snow ever but it was good enough for snow angles. We also played on the trampoline because a lot of snow had gathered on top. The only thing was that anytime a little bit of snow got under Asher's gloves, he would rip them off and want me to dry them off while keeping his hands warm all at the same time. This happened A LOT. He finally decided that he had enough of the snow and we went back in. We played lots of games. We took all the cushions off the couch and jumped on them, we built tents, we played Wii, we read, we made a cake, and many other things. It was great to spend all that time together without feeling the need to take care of the things life throws in your way. But by the third day, we were BOTH so glad to get out of the house for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-446310637095333600?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/446310637095333600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=446310637095333600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/446310637095333600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/446310637095333600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SZHFCU41BJI/AAAAAAAAAII/UUPgxwz3kLg/s72-c/DSC01197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3207904211629286175</id><published>2009-01-26T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:01:12.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Season!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate flu season.  It's so hard on the little ones.  Asher always comes down with something this time of year.  When he was five months old he had RSV and had to be hospitalized.  That was the worst experience I have ever been through.  Having a sick baby is hard enough on a mom but having to put the sick baby in that hospital is heartbreaking.  I hated every minute of it but God definitely heard my prayers and Asher got better fast.  However, ever since that experience, I have been really paranoid about Asher's wellness.  I never think that a cold is just a cold and I'm really fast to rush to the doctor.  Sometimes it may seem unnecessary but I've learned that it's always best to act on your intuition.  I would much rather a doctor tell me that it's just a cold and not to worry than for me to assume it's a cold when it could be something worse.  This year Asher got his first flu shot, well actually it was the mist, and so far so good.  I'm really thankful he was able to do it this year because I hate seeing him miserable with the flu.  BUT now he has a sore throat.  This is the first sore throat he has ever had.  He is running fever but has started some antibiotic and I'm sure he'll be better soon.  Even with the sore throat he is running around crazy which only makes his temperature go up.  It's hard to settle him down since we are stuck inside.  Asher needs outdoor time everyday or else he is crazy.  To make matters even crazier, we are having an ice storm. The news says to stay inside and no driving.  Everyone here says the news makes things sound worse than they are but I'm not taking any chances.  Besides it's freezing!!!  What a way to start off the week, right?  BUT on a positive note, Adam's sister, Amanda, had a baby girl this morning. Asher now has two little girl cousins.  We are so excited for Amanda and Chris.  Nothing is better than the joy of being a parent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3207904211629286175?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3207904211629286175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3207904211629286175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3207904211629286175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3207904211629286175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/flu-season.html' title='Flu Season!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3798572468273023880</id><published>2009-01-22T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:24:49.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5frstDNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7OiGmgThDNk/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185315931327698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5frstDNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7OiGmgThDNk/s320/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5ff0VtrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IVu0v2KjMSg/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185312742127282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5ff0VtrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IVu0v2KjMSg/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5fE3W43I/AAAAAAAAAHY/WmMbsAAyqIE/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185305507029874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5fE3W43I/AAAAAAAAAHY/WmMbsAAyqIE/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5eflqVlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/645DkeIyZXE/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185295500695122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5eflqVlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/645DkeIyZXE/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister got married over Christmas and it was beautiful! My grandma made a lot of the decorations and she did a great job. There were Christmas trees everywhere and tons of flowers. Everything was red and brown, very Christmasy. I loved it! I wish that I would have taken more pictures of the way everything looked but I knew it would be impossible to keep up with my camera. The only bummer of the weekend was that Asher got sick. He ran fever the entire time which made him super cranky. He was the ring bearer and I really needed him to be in a good mood. Of course, the day of the wedding he woke up from his nap mad at the world. I know that he just didn't feel good and he just wanted to be with me. I had a lot of stuff to help Magen with so it's was kinda hard. Asher wanted to go home. I attempted to put his suit on him and he hated it. He did not want to wear it. We eventually convinced him to put it on and he definitely started to cheer up as the wedding got closer. He was an awesome ring bearer, the cutest one I have ever seen ;) Magen, of course, looked beautiful. She was a million feet tall with her massive red heels. She really made me look short. Thanks Mag! After the wedding, Magen and Brandon headed off on a cruise and spent their first Christmas together as a married couple all alone. We definitely missed them but I know they enjoyed every last minute of their trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:  Landry and I cuttin a rug, my mom and Asher (notice the crankiness), all the girls, Magen getting her hair done by Britt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3798572468273023880?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3798572468273023880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3798572468273023880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3798572468273023880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3798572468273023880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-time.html' title='Wedding time'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SXi5frstDNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7OiGmgThDNk/s72-c/DSC01129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-8729962952654189326</id><published>2009-01-12T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:24:47.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIjSY_1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/BKqdMv-esPU/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474066792742738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIjSY_1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/BKqdMv-esPU/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIfFRQrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XnNilSqt404/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474065663967922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIfFRQrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XnNilSqt404/s320/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIAp037I/AAAAAAAAAG4/84p-W9bk24U/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474057495797682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIAp037I/AAAAAAAAAG4/84p-W9bk24U/s320/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIFaEJvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KnfwiH12cJ4/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290474058771867378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIFaEJvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KnfwiH12cJ4/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was so much fun this year. Asher was so super excited, which made us all excited. He helped me make sugar cookies for Santa. (By help, I mean he licked some icing and MAYBE iced one cookie.) We sat out some cookies and milk for Santa and Santa ate the whole plate. Granted, he had a little help. We are also able to have Christmas at our house, which is something that Adam and I have never been able to do before. My parents and my brother came to our house. (We definitely missed Magen, my sister, but she was on her honeymoon soaking up the sun on beautiful beaches.) My mom made our favorite dinner, chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes. Yummmmy is all I can say! We had dinner by candle light (maybe a little corny but I really enjoyed it) and then we went on a drive to look at Christmas lights. Looking at lights was one of Asher's favorite things this year. He still asks, "Where my Kissmas lights go?" Ahh, a boy after my own heart. I'm so glad that he enjoys the whole Christmas season as much as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures:  Asher riding the Neigh-Neigh that Mimi and Papaw bought him.  He's so sweet.  Everytime he rides it he says, "Thanks Mimi Thanks Papaw for my Neigh-Neigh.".  Asher riding his Harley motorcycle that Santa brought.  Asher sitting in a box with his lion that his Daddy bought.  They go lion hunting together.  Asher sitting in Boom's lap watching TV.  Asher loves his Uncle Boom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-8729962952654189326?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8729962952654189326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=8729962952654189326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/8729962952654189326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/8729962952654189326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWuKIjSY_1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/BKqdMv-esPU/s72-c/DSC01162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-6297099392133355569</id><published>2009-01-09T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:22:48.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new lesson...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I still need to get to my Christmas blogging but first I wanted to share a major lesson that I have just realized I have learned.  I was thinking this morning about how moms have to have an amazing memory.  While most days I am incapable of having an intelligent conversation (my brain in stuck in two year old mode), I am VERY capable and required to have an amazing memory.  This morning Asher looked at me and said, "Mama where my Doc?"  Where is your Doc???  Let me think???  I know that any other car will not statisfy, I have to find Doc.  My memory skills need to kick in.  This must be a requirement in becoming a mom.  In order to prevent major meltdowns, I have to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Doc was last left upstairs, probably in the bedroom while changing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)Spider man hands (his gloves) were last worn in the car and then pulled off because he realized he couldn't hold on to Doc as well if he was wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Sally (another Car, if you want tell the movie "Cars" is a favorite) is in the side saddle bag of the Harley power wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) All footballs are put in a closet downstairs and if he is looking for the black one, it's in the garage since we play with it in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Before agreeing to let him wear his Batman shirt, I have to remember whether or not it's clean, and if I remember it's dirty, I have to quickly change the subject to the Boomer Sooners, which then causes him to want to wear a Boomer shirt. I must remember the status of laundry before even walking into his closet.  This could cause major meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) All milk cups must be accounted for at the end of the day.  Remembering where they were last dropped is very important.  The smell of rotten milk is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the many things I have to remember on a daily basis.  I really think that moms are like super heroes.  All we want is to protect our babies and make their life as enjoyable as possible.  All this between the millions of loads of laundry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-6297099392133355569?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6297099392133355569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=6297099392133355569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6297099392133355569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6297099392133355569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-lesson.html' title='My new lesson...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-8248238132309353669</id><published>2009-01-03T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:55:44.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo-Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAIujw96JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M4wJWri_vUY/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287235558500591762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAIujw96JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M4wJWri_vUY/s320/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAH-pyqvjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OLFYeQpn_YE/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287234735484616242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAH-pyqvjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OLFYeQpn_YE/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAH-UFInhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WDk48yphEZY/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287234729656491538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAH-UFInhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WDk48yphEZY/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAH9r0-3gI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LwXlUmHIB3M/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287234718851325442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAH9r0-3gI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LwXlUmHIB3M/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher was completely obsessed with trains this Christmas. I can not count the number of times we watched Polar Express. It was by far his favorite Christmas movie this season. (Every once in a while we would throw in the Grinch but not that often.) When Asher was born, we decided that we were going to start him a train collection. We try to add different cars for birthdays, Christmas, or just special presents. But it's supposed to be something that he could keep forever, therefor it's not to play with. No fun for a little boy obsessed with trains! Adam decided that we would get the train out and put it around our Christmas tree. That lasted one day. Asher was constantly taking it off track and pushing it along. It just wasn't fair to tempt him like that so we put it up. Maybe next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One really fun train story this Christmas was when our small group at Church took the kids to a real Christmas train. It was an hour away from us but it super fun. Asher was pumped! Bad thing was that we had to stand in line to get on the train. That made him mad and his patience wore thin but we finally got on the train. The wait was well worth it. The train took us through the true story of Christmas. It goes from the creation of earth, to Jesus' birth, and his death on the cross. Very touching and awesome. Asher was amazed. HOWEVER, that night was the first Oklahoma ice storm so we didn't get to stay long and walk around the train station. Bummer but we will definitely be going back next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures:  Asher and Zach getting ready to go on the train,  Asher and Charli - Asher throwing a fit because we have to wait in line, all the kids looking through the fence at the train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-8248238132309353669?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8248238132309353669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=8248238132309353669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/8248238132309353669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/8248238132309353669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/choo-choo.html' title='Choo-Choo'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SWAIujw96JI/AAAAAAAAAGo/M4wJWri_vUY/s72-c/DSC01088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-1188554993149601402</id><published>2009-01-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:23:20.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7ZiSOYgiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aSvHTlcsL8s/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286902195610485282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7ZiSOYgiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aSvHTlcsL8s/s320/DSC01052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7ZiJ9wpuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZiT-VYDBkPM/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286902193393280738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7ZiJ9wpuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZiT-VYDBkPM/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7Zh-AM1CI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ff75vcDFcz4/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286902190182290466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7Zh-AM1CI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ff75vcDFcz4/s320/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7Y2P5f_-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TOH3gsIgJBE/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286901439071780834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7Y2P5f_-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/TOH3gsIgJBE/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I am going back in time. I know that I have already talked about Christmas but now I'm going all the way back to Thanksgiving. We all know that I am a terrible blogger and I am also terrible about downloading my pictures on to my computer. I have over 1000 pictures on my camera and I haven't downloaded any since Halloween. Geez!!! So I am starting over at Thanksgiving and I'm sure I'll be posting my Christmas pictures sometime in May. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was a lot of fun this year. Adam's sister, Lindsey, and her baby, Dagny came to visit. They stayed for 10 days. It was so much fun!! I loved having someone to hang out with all day and it was fun for me to see how Asher would interact with a baby. He was still a crazy little boy but over all, he was really good with Dagny. He did great sharing his toys with her. He really wanted to share his favorite toy, his football, but we had to keep explaining that she didn't know how to catch a football yet and that it was not good to throw it at her. That was a little scary. Asher was really sad to see her leave. He now always ask me, "Where my Dagny?" Then says, "Dagny live in Consin (Wisconsin)." It's very sweet. He loves his cousin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to my parents house for Thanksgiving and Asher was in HEAVEN!! Landry and a few OU football players came for dinner and Asher just thought they were all there to see him. One guy (HUGE guy) sat down and Asher walked right up to him, threw his blanket on his lap, and climbed on up. This big guy was shocked and not sure what to do with this little kid sitting on his lap. Pretty funny. After supper, Asher sat in the living room with all the guys and watched TV. He pulled his little chair in there and copied everything they did. He laughed when they laughed and repeated everything. Uncle Boom is a huge hero in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was great and I was so happy to have Lindsey and Dagny with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics:  Asher and Papaw at Thanksgiving.  He says Papaw is his buddy.  Asher holding Dagny.  He would only do it for a second then he would say, "It's hard!" and he would be done.  Asher the first night checking out this new little baby.  Dagny with Asher's animal that he really wanted her to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-1188554993149601402?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1188554993149601402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=1188554993149601402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1188554993149601402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1188554993149601402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SV7ZiSOYgiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aSvHTlcsL8s/s72-c/DSC01052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3556149096778217610</id><published>2008-12-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:30:08.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man!!</title><content type='html'>OK this is my second post saying that I'm sorry for not updating this thing.  Turns out I'm not that great at blogging.  For some reason, my days seem so short and cramped.  I feel like I rush through everything, especially during Christmas time.  I love Christmas but there is always so much to do.  Time sneaks up on me and the next thing I know, my sister's getting married and Christmas is here.  So this week has been extremely crazy.  I have been at the mall almost everyday.  I still have millions of presents to wrap and a lot of them have to be mailed out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;URRGGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I'm so far behind!!!  BUT - I LOVE this time of year!!!!  Asher is really enjoying it and he's so excited about Santa coming.  He actually sat on his lap at the mall.  It took some convincing but he was excited.  When Santa asked what he wanted, Asher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whispered&lt;/span&gt;, "Presents!"  Simple enough!!  I just can't wait for him to wake up and see his presents from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of presents, this year I have really realized just how blessed we are.  I'm so thankful for God's faithfulness in our lives.  We are in a place where we are able to give Asher presents for Christmas when a lot of parents can't do that for their children.  My heart aches for those who are in hard situations this year.  I want to share this story...  Adam volunteers every Friday at a school in north Tulsa.  It's definitely in a low income part of town.  The kids in this school are really sweet but they have a hard life.  During Christmas, the principal puts every class up for adoption.  Some of our friends and family have joined together and we adopted a second grade class.  We have 20 kids and are only allowed to spend $35 on each kid.  I know this is only fair but it's so hard!  It breaks my heart because I know that for some kids, the presents they recieve at school will be the only Christmas they have.  I know that there is SOOO much more to Christmas than presents (especially remembering the TRUE meaning of Christmas) but I can't imagine a child not knowing the joy and excitement that Christmas brings.  It reminds me of the kid on the Polar Express who sings the song about Christmas.  He says that he knows Christmas is supposed to be all these wonderful things but he has never really seen it.  Anways, I'm just so excited to be able to be a part of it.  God is so good to me!  I'm so proud of Adam for the time and energy he puts into making those kids feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3556149096778217610?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3556149096778217610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3556149096778217610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3556149096778217610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3556149096778217610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-man.html' title='Oh man!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-6412983121466840262</id><published>2008-11-14T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:20:07.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time!!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so so excited that it is Christmas time!!  (Yes I know that Thanksgiving isn't even here yet but in my mind it's already Christmas time.) This is the first year that Adam and I will really be able to enjoy Christmas in our own home.  We have been college students for the last 5 years and we had a whole month of Christmas vacation.  After finals were over, we usually left home and went to spent the holidays with our families.  That was really nice and I liked the month vacation we got but we never got to enjoy Christmas in our home.  I always decorated for Christmas but it seemed like such a huge effort to only enjoy until the second week in December.  This year I'm also having major Christmas decorating withdrawals because I didn't get to do ANY last year.  Adam graduated last December and we were in the middle of moving.  Our whole house was in boxes and that included the Christmas stuff!  I was very sad because that's just not me.  Christmas is my favorite time of the year.  I love decorating, baking cookies, wrapping presents, listening to the music.  My list could go on and on.  I'm also super excited for this year because Asher is at the age when Christmas is really going to be fun.  He loves going to the stores with me to look at Christmas stuff.  He loves all the huge lawn decorations.  (Adam will be forced to Clark Griswold the outside I'm sure.)  He also loves anything that has music to it, like all the dancing Santas.  Any time he sees a Santa figurine he says, "Kissmas!"  However, I am a little sad because I don't think that the whole "sit in Santa's lap for a picture" thing will be happening this year.  We already tried and he ran as fast as he could and hid behind Adam's leg.  Santa even tried to give him candy and he wasn't falling for it.  He loves Santa Clause, just from a distance.  I am also buying new decorations this year.  I told Adam that I have never done this before.  Most of my decorations are hand me downs.  I do have some stuff that my Grandmas have bought me but I'm just in the mood for some new ones!  I just bought new ornaments for the tree because my old ones are all red and silver and since we don't live in Lubbock anymore, I dont want a Texas Tech tree.  (Don't worry Red Raiders, I still love you just don't want you overtaking my Christmas tree anymore!)  I am planning on decking the halls this coming week.  My husband doesn't know it yet so either he'll read this or he'll just come home to a big surprise.  Needless to say,  I'm so excited for this Christmas season.  I wish it could last forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-6412983121466840262?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6412983121466840262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=6412983121466840262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6412983121466840262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6412983121466840262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-1703527655409071622</id><published>2008-11-08T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:35:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMbuTUf3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gUqk9YaY7qQ/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480853425618802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMbuTUf3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gUqk9YaY7qQ/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMbDdilmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zESGfrCimNI/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480841925760610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMbDdilmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zESGfrCimNI/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMa4z8leI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5MpGCvhDW5c/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480839066949090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMa4z8leI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5MpGCvhDW5c/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMaY3SPEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3BFyDiIuJuA/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480830491016258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMaY3SPEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3BFyDiIuJuA/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMaHJQMvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_DpeoavKyUs/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480825734542066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMaHJQMvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_DpeoavKyUs/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year Asher was Nemo for Halloween. He was the cutest Nemo I have ever seen! (I'm not biased right?!) So I had my hands full this year trying to top Nemo. I love little kid costumes. They are all so cute. It's hard to decided what to get but Asher is obsessed with pirates right now. His favorite movie is "Pan" and he walks around all day singing, "Yo-ho Yo-ho a pirate's life for me!" So it seemed liked the only logical choice was for Asher to be a pirate. We bought the costume a month early and I absolutely refused to let Asher wear it before Halloween. There's just something about two year olds - food, dirt, juice, crayon, etc. - always finds a way to attack their clothes. I did not want to ruin the costume and have to buy another one! So it set in the closet and when I finally put it on him, he was so excited! It came with a sword so of course we all got stabbed in the leg at least once. Now he was all dressed and we had to decide where to go. Well, lucky us! The aquarium here had a huge pirate themed indoor trick-or-treat. Asher loved it! He was a little scared of all the pirates at first. Guess he was surprised at what a real life pirate might look like but by the end of the night he was taking pictures with them. My parents came with us and we all followed Asher back and forth through the aquarium. To top the night off, my parents took Asher back to Oklahoma City with them and Adam and I had a weekend to ourselves. So relaxing!!!! Thanks mom and dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-1703527655409071622?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1703527655409071622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=1703527655409071622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1703527655409071622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1703527655409071622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRZMbuTUf3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gUqk9YaY7qQ/s72-c/DSC01031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3927176932238108616</id><published>2008-11-04T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:02:35.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqP6q-RVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H_44mDDiFQs/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895154820367698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqP6q-RVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H_44mDDiFQs/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqPgs97_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b0477aTVaWM/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895147849412594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqPgs97_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b0477aTVaWM/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqPCeVruI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ovF-WzK2Dd0/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895139734990562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqPCeVruI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ovF-WzK2Dd0/s320/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqO2WAZAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9CoMKhRMFzA/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895136478815234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqO2WAZAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9CoMKhRMFzA/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I have complained a lot about the weather here in Tulsa but I have absolutely no complaints about fall! The weather is beautiful! The trees are beautiful! I love it! I think the one thing I love most is all the excitement that comes with the fall. It means that holiday season has started. I have already decorated for Thanksgiving and I'm on edge waiting to break out the Christmas stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the weather has been so beautiful, Asher and I have been spending a lot of time outside. His favorite thing to do is play football. We play a lot of football! We also decorated pumpkins. Asher was interested in painting about two pumpkins and then he was done. So much for that idea! Our small group at church went to a pumpkin patch the other week. It was so much fun. We all got pumpkins and they had a lot of animals there to pet. Asher loved feeding the camels. They slobbered all over him. It was so gross but he loved it! We also went for a hay ride with all the kids. It moved really slow but I think they liked it. This is just some of the fun fall stuff we have been doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3927176932238108616?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3927176932238108616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3927176932238108616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3927176932238108616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3927176932238108616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-fall.html' title='Beautiful Fall!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SRCqP6q-RVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H_44mDDiFQs/s72-c/DSC00958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-5751999929276445817</id><published>2008-11-03T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:26:00.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's surprise party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ymeqgqfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RwtHc4L1V-U/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622863555537394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ymeqgqfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RwtHc4L1V-U/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ymNqtgnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_1NgFqULX98/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622858992976498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ymNqtgnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_1NgFqULX98/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-yl5nm8zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4Mu3H1Ajgfw/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622853611254578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-yl5nm8zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4Mu3H1Ajgfw/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ylWD-lBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/smIriXWF8o4/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622844066567186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ylWD-lBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/smIriXWF8o4/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh I'm so far behind! It is going to take forever to update everything we have done but I'll start with this story first. Adam's birthday and my birthday are 8 days apart and Halloween is one day after my birthday. This has been like two long weeks of parties. Asher is still singing "Happy Birthday Momma" and "Happy Birthday Daddy!" He also thinks we must always have a "party cake" at our house so I've tried my best to make sure that happens with some cookies and cupcakes. But on to Adam's birthday... Adam didn't want to tell anyone at his work that it was his birthday. He said that he didn't want it to be a big deal. That was not a good thing to tell me. I started emailing his co-workers to tell them it was his birthday and that we needed to do something funny to embarrass him at work. But after a lot of thought, we just couldn't come up with anything. So around 3:30 my friend Amy emailed me and said "Hey let's throw a surprise party tonight at my house!" Yeah!!! Adam never wants to do anything fun for his birthday. I was really excited. Adam works with some awesome people and we have made some really good friends but it was so last minute I was afraid no one would show up. But they did! And I think Adam was really surprised. I kept having to delay him because people weren't supposed to show up until 7. We went to dinner and Adam was ready to go home at 6:30. I told him that we had to go over to Amy and David's house before we went home because I needed to pay her for some pictures. I had to buy time by begging to go to Starbucks. I had to hide inside Starbucks for 15 minutes so we didn't get there early and ruin the surprise. This really annoyed Adam. When I walked out of Starbucks he was pretty mad. But we finally made our way to their house and he noticed everyone's cars outside. His mood changed pretty fast after that! It was a fun birthday and I'm really thankful for all of our new friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-5751999929276445817?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5751999929276445817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=5751999929276445817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/5751999929276445817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/5751999929276445817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/adams-surprise-party.html' title='Adam&apos;s surprise party!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SQ-ymeqgqfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RwtHc4L1V-U/s72-c/DSC00914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-6001559259825208709</id><published>2008-11-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:36:28.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am sooo far behind on my blogging.  October is a very busy month for our family.  We have had a lot of fun and I definitely will be making some new blogs soon.  I have a lot of catching up to do.  Check back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-6001559259825208709?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6001559259825208709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=6001559259825208709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6001559259825208709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/6001559259825208709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know.html' title='I KNOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-7823197931412152854</id><published>2008-10-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:55:37.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barf Man!</title><content type='html'>Asher has really started talking now and I love it!  He has stopped saying "shoo-wee" and "yucky" when something is gross.  He now says "Barf Man!"  It's great!  I think it's sooo cute.  So funny story... Here's a little background.  As most of you know, Asher's eating habits kill me!!  He is very picky and usually way too busy to even stop for food.  Dinner time is major stress to me.  Every bite is a negotiation.  "One more bite of chicken and you can have a chip."  "Three more bites of green beans and we can go outside and play."  At breakfast, he knows that he has to finish all his pancakes before he can get out of his highchair.  SO... he will shove the last three bites into his mouth at once which makes him throw up.  Throw up is no longer a big deal at our house.  The kid has the most delicate gag reflex ever!  Everything makes him throw up!  We yell at him constantly, "One at a time or you'll choke!"  Now he know what choking is. Choking means throw up. So on to my story... The other day we were driving in the car and he was eating yogurt covered raisins.  (I know they are gross but like I said he is a picky eater and so I try new things constantly.)  He was eating them just fine but all of the sudden he decided he didnt like them anymore.  He started coughing and I was watching him out of my rear view mirror and he spit out like five chewed up raisins.   Holding the chewed up raisins out to me he said, "Oh I choke!!!!  Barf Man!!!  Mama hoed (hold) it!!!!  So now "barf man" is used anytime something is yucky.  Anytime he has a dirty diaper he comes up to me and says, "I poo-poo!  Barf Man!!"  The other day he stepped on a piece of pancake with his barefoot and dramatically fell to the floor and yelled, "Barf Man!!!!" and picked the pancake off his foot.  (He also realized that he smushed it into the carpet and said, "Uh-oh Sorry Mom!"  What a sweet boy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-7823197931412152854?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7823197931412152854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=7823197931412152854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/7823197931412152854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/7823197931412152854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/10/barf-man.html' title='Barf Man!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-2172129440603631567</id><published>2008-10-13T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:33:42.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OU/Texas weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOTHKov13I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_OAWFdZrUQQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706941395130226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOTHKov13I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_OAWFdZrUQQ/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOTHQjxmBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C05d6DR0vMw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706942984886290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOTHQjxmBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C05d6DR0vMw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSrWqdpvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xBw5qGYCvLw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706463587215090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSrWqdpvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xBw5qGYCvLw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSriKLN0I/AAAAAAAAADY/MI2RAPJ5fjc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706466673014594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSriKLN0I/AAAAAAAAADY/MI2RAPJ5fjc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSrphoVUI/AAAAAAAAADg/sauLwnUHagU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706468650440002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSrphoVUI/AAAAAAAAADg/sauLwnUHagU/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSrzgFCpI/AAAAAAAAADo/gIGADcDfKCQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706471328287378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSrzgFCpI/AAAAAAAAADo/gIGADcDfKCQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSsH69eHI/AAAAAAAAADw/hDFd_mZgNA4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706476809746546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOSsH69eHI/AAAAAAAAADw/hDFd_mZgNA4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we went to Dallas for the OU/Texas game. It was crazy! Dallas suddenly flooded with fans from each school. People were wearing their OU or Texas shirts on Thursday. Two days before the game! We went to the mall and every store was putting their red clothes beside their orange clothes. Even the underwear, reds beside the orange. We went to a resturant Friday night and in the middle of dinner, a man stands up and starts yelling "Boomer!" and every Sooner fan in the resturant yelled back "Sooner!". Then the Longhorns started in yelling "Texas!" and I'm not sure what the Texas response is to that because all I can ever hear is "Sucks!" when someone yells out "Texas!" This was only the beginning. The game, of course, was even crazier. The atmosphere in the stadium was something I have never experienced before. It was so loud and crazy that Asher started crying as soon as we walked in. My ears were ringing from everyone yelling. Poor Asher was so excited to go watch "Boom play football" but I he was too overwhelmed to even pay attention to Landry. All he wanted us to do was put our hands over his ears. This lasted for the first half of the game but towards the ends he started cheering. He wore himself out and slept for the last quarter. Now as for Adam and I, as I have said before, we are not huge OU fans since we graduated from Tech but we support Landry. However, we have a new outlook on OU football after this game. We wore our Crimson and yelled right along with all the other Sooners. We were disappointed that OU lost but we are so excited to go back next year. The experience was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures: Asher was happy as long as he could wear Adam's hat (which in turn caused Adam to get really sunburned!), This is how we ended the game, Asher on the bus to the game.  He kept calling the bus a "mo-home" (motorhome), This is the smile he gives everytime you tell him to smile for the camera.  He closes his eyes.  It's very annoying!,  This was the best picture I could get of Landry,  This is a picture of the line that seperates Sooners from Longhorns, Asher looks annoyed but at least we arent having to cover his ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-2172129440603631567?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2172129440603631567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=2172129440603631567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/2172129440603631567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/2172129440603631567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/10/outexas-weekend.html' title='OU/Texas weekend'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SPOTHKov13I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_OAWFdZrUQQ/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-3088396570912713706</id><published>2008-10-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:18:37.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rodeo</title><content type='html'>Well first of all, I'm really sad because I dont have any pictures.  We got to the fair early and took Asher to the petting zoo.  I got out my camera and of course, it's dead.  SO no pictures but we had a lot of fun.  Asher loved the petting zoo.  He didn't pet all of the animals because it was really crowded in there but he did pet the goats and sheep. Before we got to the fair, he kept asking if he could see a "pid - oink-oink" so we made it a point to find a "pid" for him.  Lucky for us there was a mommy pig with a bunch of little piglets running around.  They were so cute and they made Asher very excited.  After the petting zoo, we headed over to the rodeo with our friends Denver and Sarah.  It was awesome!  Asher is fasicinated with horses.  He calls them "neigh-neighs" so he tought all the cowboys were really cool riding the horses.  I think his favorite part though was the bull riding.  He cheered for every rider.  He would clap really fast and yell "Oh Yeah!" for everyone.  Adam and I were really excited because Pat Green was playing after the rodeo.  We havent seen him in forever so we really wanted to make the concert.  BUT the rodeo ended around 9 and Asher was getting really sleepy.  We started laughing because we realized that we were going to be those parents who would force their two year old to stay up so that they could see a Pat Green concert.  We decided that we didnt want to do that.  I guess our college days are over anyways!  It was a fun night and Asher even slept till 8:30 the next morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-3088396570912713706?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3088396570912713706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=3088396570912713706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3088396570912713706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/3088396570912713706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/10/rodeo.html' title='the rodeo'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-7521199378181489798</id><published>2008-10-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:18:14.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOTmJ8CDMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/lz4rwzQZrpk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576123828777250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOTmJ8CDMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/lz4rwzQZrpk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a little bit of what football season feels like at our house. Adam and I both graduated from Texas Tech. While we may not be die hards, we definitely support our school. But here's the problem. My brother plays football for OU. We told Landry (my brother) that we would pull for OU as long as he stept foot on that field. So OU football is the only thing Asher knows. He knows how to do the "O00000....Uuuuu" with the hand signals and he also knows that when someone yells "Boomer" he yells back "Sooner". He only has OU shirts, pants, etc. It is very cute though. He call Landry "Uncle Boom". Any time football is on TV, it doesnt matter who it is, Asher always says "Yeah Boom!" and anytime he sees a football he says "Boom throw football." So needless to say so much for Texas Tech. But Adam and I are still working with him. We are teaching him to "get his guns up". But I think as far as football goes, Asher's heart will bleed crimson and white!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-7521199378181489798?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7521199378181489798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=7521199378181489798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/7521199378181489798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/7521199378181489798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/10/confusing.html' title='Confusing!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOTmJ8CDMSI/AAAAAAAAADI/lz4rwzQZrpk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-4040254657340688895</id><published>2008-09-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:48:06.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asher's 2nd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhCxU9seI/AAAAAAAAACg/-6QySEvghds/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251514971975430626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhCxU9seI/AAAAAAAAACg/-6QySEvghds/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDLy8eJI/AAAAAAAAACo/8TLKX28abA8/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251514979080501394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDLy8eJI/AAAAAAAAACo/8TLKX28abA8/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDVPpAfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ya0T94Lvhpc/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251514981616779762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDVPpAfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ya0T94Lvhpc/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDyXbKhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PmsA2QtLecQ/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251514989434055186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDyXbKhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PmsA2QtLecQ/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDw75bTI/AAAAAAAAADA/_Wwb3FDK9dU/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251514989050162482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhDw75bTI/AAAAAAAAADA/_Wwb3FDK9dU/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe7glwPDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VZNdnLpRghA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe7ylVutI/AAAAAAAAACA/zLNy0CvbDBI/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251512653030210258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe7ylVutI/AAAAAAAAACA/zLNy0CvbDBI/s320/028.JPG" width="645" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe8OOJe9I/AAAAAAAAACI/N_xuR54EkMQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251512660449131474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe8OOJe9I/AAAAAAAAACI/N_xuR54EkMQ/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe8RwZz6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/CZ9nSg8qCmo/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251512661398114210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe8RwZz6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/CZ9nSg8qCmo/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe8yW1O_I/AAAAAAAAACY/qiN-8CLKTVY/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251512670149229554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEe8yW1O_I/AAAAAAAAACY/qiN-8CLKTVY/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was Asher's 2nd birthday. Needless to say, I'm still tired! We had a lot of fun activities planned. First, we went to the zoo with all of our friends from church. Asher always loves going to the zoo. We have only been 3 times and every time we make a list of things not to do. We no longer bring the stroller (waste of time since he is way too busy running around) and I don't bring my purse (just one more thing to keep up with). This time Asher wore he monkey harness and he ran all over the place. He also insisted on wearing his sunglasses that squeeze his head off and he will not let you readjust them at all! We saw all the animals but I think Asher's favorite part was riding the "choo-choo train". He kept yelling "All Aboard! Choo-Choo!" He also had to ride the merry-go-round. He picks out what animal to ride on and it's usually between the shark or the chomp-chomp (alligator). Since it was his birthday, he got to ride them both. After the zoo, we ran home for a quick nap and then it was off to the park. We all had a great time at the park. A lot of friends came and some family that lives in town. Aunt Sis always came which made Asher very happy! I had a bakery make Asher a Lightning McQueen birthday cake since that was the theme. Asher loves that movie. Then though the party was a lot of fun, it was a little stressful for me. Two year olds have time limits to everything and guessing those time limits is impossible. I tried to move him from one thing to the next without causing a fit. I had to move fast to let the kids play, then pizza, then cake, then presents, then time to go home. I'm just impressed that I made it home with everything. Asher even brought home a gallon of sand that was either in his hair, diaper, or shoes. He had to be taken straight to the bathtub! He had a ring of dirt and sweat around the top part of his diaper. SO as I was trying to wash the dirt out of all the hidden areas, Asher leaned back against the back of the tub and put his hands behind his head and said, "Whew! I tired!" I laughed and said, "Me too buddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pictures from top:  1.)where all the dirt came from, 2.) why dirt and sweat dont mix, 3.) blowing out the candles, 4.) helping mommy open the presents as I said before the attention span was wearing down, 5.) the final product of the day notice the dirty face, 6.) the monkey harness, 7.) trying to capture all the kids in one picture, 8.) Asher, Bryson, and Gavin.  I dont know why Asher thought he needed to hold on to Gavin but it was very cute! 9.) Asher and Kennedi at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-4040254657340688895?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4040254657340688895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=4040254657340688895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4040254657340688895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/4040254657340688895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/ashers-2nd-birthday.html' title='Asher&apos;s 2nd Birthday!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SOEhCxU9seI/AAAAAAAAACg/-6QySEvghds/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-581036440960670945</id><published>2008-09-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:57:27.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah for Cousins!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SN5z-xNEbSI/AAAAAAAAABw/n_evBKq6DLM/s1600-h/dagny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250761737757814050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SN5z-xNEbSI/AAAAAAAAABw/n_evBKq6DLM/s320/dagny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam's sister Lindsey just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Dagny Louise. It means a "bright beautiful day" and she IS a bright beautiful day! We can't wait to meet her! For the last two years Asher has been the only grandchild on both sides of the family so he is super excited to finally have a cousin. (He may not realize it yet but he is!) We are also waiting on Asher's second counsin to get here. Adam's other sister, Amanda, is having a baby in January. They decided to keep the sex of the baby a surprise so Adam calls the baby his "neicephew"! The family is really growing now and we are so excited! Life with all my cousins was interesting and fun to say the least! I'm really glad that Asher can have that same experience. Adam is already starting to plan family vacations with all the cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-581036440960670945?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/581036440960670945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=581036440960670945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/581036440960670945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/581036440960670945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-for-cousins.html' title='Yeah for Cousins!!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SN5z-xNEbSI/AAAAAAAAABw/n_evBKq6DLM/s72-c/dagny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-9061086667614448052</id><published>2008-09-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:11:22.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqPmOQ34ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/f8FMuGyeT-I/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249666202480402834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqPmOQ34ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/f8FMuGyeT-I/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOgsmA5xI/AAAAAAAAABA/jJwFzIzCFKI/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665008031295250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOgsmA5xI/AAAAAAAAABA/jJwFzIzCFKI/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOhaNiFWI/AAAAAAAAABI/9fo48Jd9dFo/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665020276643170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOhaNiFWI/AAAAAAAAABI/9fo48Jd9dFo/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOiPVr_7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ac1KLoola9M/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665034537926578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOiPVr_7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ac1KLoola9M/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOig71ZxI/AAAAAAAAABY/lURkbe8_PEQ/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665039261329170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOig71ZxI/AAAAAAAAABY/lURkbe8_PEQ/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOjOoMQfI/AAAAAAAAABg/_-lUWqxoICE/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249665051526971890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqOjOoMQfI/AAAAAAAAABg/_-lUWqxoICE/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends, Becky and Kevin and their boys, Carter and Bryson, got a boat over the summer and they invited out to the lake with them a few Fridays ago. It was so much fun! Asher loved it! He was real still and quiet at first but by the end he was running all over the boat. I had to hold on to the back of his life jacket to make sure he would sit down while we were going. As soon as he noticed my hand, he would push it away and say, "No Mom! I do it!" Oh boys!!! Are they always so rebellious? He even innertube with Adam. It was kind of funny though because we went real slow and Adam was definitely weighing down the back part. We could never get them to flatten out. We needed to go faster but I'm not so sure what Asher would have thought of that so we just pulled them along with the front part of the tube in the air. Adam and I finally got to wakeboard which is something we havent done in years. It was fun but neither one of us could walk the next day. We both wore Icy-hot to bed that night! After boating, we all had dinner out on the lake. The boys loved it. I dont think any of them ate their food. They were too busy throwing it to the ducks. I'm pretty sure the ducks were good and full by the time we left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(picture from top: Kevin and Carter- Carter was very smart and wore goggles so the water wouldnt splash in his eyes, Asher chillin on the boat, Bryson with his cruly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Adam and Asher getting ready for a ride, The boys feeding their supper to the ducks - noticed the grip Adam has on Asher. This is all the temptation he needs to jump right in!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-9061086667614448052?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/9061086667614448052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=9061086667614448052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/9061086667614448052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/9061086667614448052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-trip.html' title='Lake Trip'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqPmOQ34ZI/AAAAAAAAABo/f8FMuGyeT-I/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-1783654038214273587</id><published>2008-09-23T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:39:12.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqJA7w0HqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ASjvxgPwcIw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249658964789173922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqJA7w0HqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ASjvxgPwcIw/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqIgorEYfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOToL_9v84U/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249658409908986354" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqIgorEYfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOToL_9v84U/s320/016.JPG" width="684" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqIIK5cQLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OD9gEi3_khk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249657989599346866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqIIK5cQLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/OD9gEi3_khk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asher started preschool 2 weeks ago. It is an awesome school and his teachers are amazing. They do a lot of fun activities and Asher always comes home with a craft he made. However, this change has been a little hard on him. I think he is starting to have a little bit of separation anxiety which makes his school days really hard on both of us. BUT we finally had a break through! He did not cry yesterday! He did cry when I left him but I told him if he didnt cry for the rest of the day, I would bring him a sucker when I picked him up. I guess the bribing worked! I know now that I will probably be bringing a sucker with me to school for the next year! His teacher told me that he is making friends. She told me about one conversation between Asher and a little girl. Asher said, "I drive to Wal-Mart or Target." The little girl said, "Wal-Mart!" which then Asher replied, "Target! OH YEAH!" (jumping up and down and waving his hands in the air) I guess maybe I go to those places way too much. It's sad when he can recognize the parking lots of each one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-1783654038214273587?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1783654038214273587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=1783654038214273587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1783654038214273587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1783654038214273587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/preschool-rules.html' title='Preschool Rules!'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SNqJA7w0HqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ASjvxgPwcIw/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-2418700559139779868</id><published>2008-09-14T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:39:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lessons of being a mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SM12JyNNEII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A1o9_PMmohg/s1600-h/588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245979051424551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SM12JyNNEII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A1o9_PMmohg/s320/588.JPG" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like there is so much to talk about that I don't really know where to start. Asher is so funny now. Everyday he is doing new things that makes us laugh. But with each new day comes more worries. I don't feel like I was prepared for this part of being a mom. The worries seem endless and sometimes very overwhelming. Asher is very adventerous and I love that about him. I try not to be too overproctective with him because I feel that I would crush the spirit of who he is. This is not an easy thing to do! Especially for a first time mom. I want to protect him from everything and that is impossible. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a big "What if..." person. I constantly tell Adam that something might be wrong with Asher. He might need to go to the doctor. "What if he has another ear infection?" "What if he has bad headaches and can't tell me?" "What if he is allergic to that type of food?" The questions go on and on. Adam tells me I worry to much but I just don't know how to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the lesson I learned today is that I can stop worrying because as much as I love Asher there is someone who loves him more than I can possibly imagine. Handing my little boy over to God is a struggle everyday. I know that in God's hands, Asher is protected in ways that I would never be able to. I believe this is the best thing I can ever do for Asher. I can place him in God's hands and watch the wonderful things that God will do in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I daily stand on the promise that I can come to Jesus with my worries. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where I find rest from the worries of being a mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-2418700559139779868?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2418700559139779868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=2418700559139779868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/2418700559139779868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/2418700559139779868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/lessons-of-being-mom.html' title='The lessons of being a mom...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kq5B0kgvYYE/SM12JyNNEII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A1o9_PMmohg/s72-c/588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796464561239461995.post-1669405816492305162</id><published>2008-09-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:03:33.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you are all farely aware of the fact that I am horrible about emailing people pictures. This is something that I feel horrible about. It's always a frustrating process to me. I never have anyone's correct email and trying to get email addresses from Adam is just as frustrating. So...to blog!! I decided that I would set up this blog. This will be a great way to post pictures of Asher and to also let you know what's going on in our ever-changing life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796464561239461995-1669405816492305162?l=peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1669405816492305162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4796464561239461995&amp;postID=1669405816492305162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1669405816492305162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796464561239461995/posts/default/1669405816492305162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-love-pressnalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146500098593424895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
