<?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-4165071916544042682</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:00:23.598-05:00</updated><category term='Noraisims'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='All About MOM'/><category term='Photographers'/><category term='Blog Problems'/><category term='Allergies'/><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='Kids activities'/><category term='My stud'/><category term='Cousins and more'/><category term='Smith Kids'/><category term='Girly Fun'/><category term='Daring Bakers'/><title type='text'>the evans' factor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5133497250118228593</id><published>2010-09-25T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:30:06.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog Part II</title><content type='html'>Here is goes... welcome to the story of "US"... well...not the whole story... most of the story...  oh, you'll see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQyv2NHONSg?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQyv2NHONSg?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/09/video-blog-part-ii.html' title='Video Blog Part II'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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-4165071916544042682.post-5026510220714501111</id><published>2010-09-24T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:33:37.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog</title><content type='html'>Again, I am clearing out my video card, and wanted to share a couple of well worth your time videos. (Not really, but I can give you a cheat, and tell you at which point it is worth your time to watch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is of Nora's first soccer game. Well, second soccer game. Her first game, I didn't have my act together, and I forgot the camera, and her water bottle, and almost forgot her... but we made it there, and to our surprise, it is a very laid back environment. As you can tell. I will warn you, usually when I am recording something, I have a baby crawling on me, or I am more into what I am recording then the quality of the camera. Another warning... I yell a lot. It is obnoxious, and ear piercing. For this video, Nora is in the blue jersey, #3. The first few minutes are not too exciting, neither are the last few minutes, but there is a cute moment around 4 and a half minutes into it, where Nora looks at me, has her&amp;nbsp;tongue&amp;nbsp;out, and has the cutest grin. You'll also notice there is a police officer observing the game. I have no idea weather she is a parent, visiting for a restraining order requirement, or what she is doing there.&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7KuN9sUw90?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7KuN9sUw90?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second video is of Smith playing with a pop-up toy. He was trying to get one door closed for a while, and it was really frusterating him. So I tried to get is recorded... and he of course felt like we were paying attention to him, so he was very pleasing. Nora tried to help me record, and Smith play... he was naked! Yes, after I feed Smith dinner, and before he goes to bed, he gets to play naked. He loves it, and I don't care. Again, poor visual quality, and my awful nagging voice.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lju0SsEOIg?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lju0SsEOIg?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For family home evening, Nora asked us to "recreate" the story of "US". So Joel did just that. It was so cute. I wish I would have recorded the entire thing, but I just got the tail end of it. And it was in&lt;strike&gt; 2 parts&lt;/strike&gt; 3 parts. WARNINGS again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING... SOON...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5026510220714501111?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5026510220714501111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5026510220714501111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5026510220714501111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5026510220714501111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/09/video-blog.html' title='Video Blog'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2945821518898281916</id><published>2010-07-09T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:33:23.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruits of their Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I say “their”, because Joel and Nora have really been doing the work in the garden, and I would hate to steal their thunder. Now, I know that I posted a few weeks ago, about the disease that our garden contracted, so I am not sure that any of this stuff will be edible.&amp;#160; But, I am still excited to share the pictures with you. We are growing cherry tomatoes….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb5APSWqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PCo8quIiOCw/s1600-h/DSC_5330%5B23%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5330" border="0" alt="DSC_5330" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb5jwkM8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qNa0x-gT-vI/DSC_5330_thumb%5B26%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sugar Baby Watermelons: and can I just say how cute these little babies are! I love that the stripes look like stretch marks… I just want to rub body butter all over them, and bring them a diet coke, and tell them, that we will still love them after we eat them. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb6O0YeRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jbADaArbw4s/s1600-h/DSC_5327%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5327" border="0" alt="DSC_5327" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb6ilHRiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/j0SWYeUmzE4/DSC_5327_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" height="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb7CqBDeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mk7mzhbM1Uw/s1600-h/DSC_5331%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5331" border="0" alt="DSC_5331" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb7u6sx5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0RtA2KSQ1cE/DSC_5331_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="512" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cucumbers&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb74tsTHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Vr5cMqqRKj8/s1600-h/DSC_5328%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;:&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5328" border="0" alt="DSC_5328" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb89aIdAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LQJKMfbH608/DSC_5328_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t seem to get pictures of our beans before Nora picks them and eats them… but its the only time I can get her to scarf her vegetables, so, I’m not going to complain.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2945821518898281916?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2945821518898281916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2945821518898281916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2945821518898281916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2945821518898281916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/07/fruits-of-their-labor.html' title='The Fruits of their Labor'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDfb5jwkM8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qNa0x-gT-vI/s72-c/DSC_5330_thumb%5B26%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7549571158810931333</id><published>2010-07-09T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:57:24.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me when it's too much!</title><content type='html'>I can't help it... he is at such a fun age! I can tell that it is going to be very soon, that I am not loving his "stage". He isn't quite moving around on his own... but when he is, I am going to be one anxious momma! Again he is naked... yes he wears clothes, they usually fit, but sometimes they look like a Richard Simmons costume... so take a look at my babbling bubby!&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFKwdSNLd3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFKwdSNLd3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7549571158810931333?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7549571158810931333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7549571158810931333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7549571158810931333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7549571158810931333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-me-when-its-too-much.html' title='Tell me when it&apos;s too much!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2445389316517520892</id><published>2010-07-07T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:15:22.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Documented milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TDSaC1yBDWI/AAAAAAAACVw/8DC75qvbWFM/s1600/2010-07-07+11.10.36-722578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TDSaC1yBDWI/AAAAAAAACVw/8DC75qvbWFM/s320/2010-07-07+11.10.36-722578.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491183219258756450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to say that I was a good mom... here is a milestone marker. Last week Smith started sitting up on his own. Today he does it for as long as I need him to. More importantly... the laundry basket that is about to be folded AND put away! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2445389316517520892?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2445389316517520892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2445389316517520892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2445389316517520892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2445389316517520892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/07/documented-milestone.html' title='Documented milestone'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TDSaC1yBDWI/AAAAAAAACVw/8DC75qvbWFM/s72-c/2010-07-07+11.10.36-722578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3120350696714614458</id><published>2010-07-06T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:27:11.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's give em something to talk about...</title><content type='html'>I have an issue with always posting pictures where the house is clean, or, I have my hair done, or, the kids are dressed... well today, you would only love this video, if 1) you love my baby, or 2) you want something juicy to talk about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith has been very clingy today, and has wanting me to snuggle him, and play with him anytime I am not. I have to admit that I love it, but once again, my laundry is not done, and I have been really trying to keep up with it. So, while we were playing, I reached over to grab the recorder. Keep in mind, that yes, I am aware of the dress up closet in the back ground, and I am aware it is a wreck. Also keep in mind that we just finished dinner, and I do believe that there is spaghetti sauce on my chin. And because he has been DROOLING all day, I took Smiths soaking wet clothes off. Also, no, you aren't hearing the garbage disposal... that is me grunting... I just think it is too real, and too adorable to leave on the camera... I had to post it. So there is a whole list of things to use, the next time you want to talk about me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeTbrysiHBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeTbrysiHBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3120350696714614458?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3120350696714614458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3120350696714614458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3120350696714614458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3120350696714614458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-give-em-something-to-talk-about.html' title='Let&apos;s give em something to talk about...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6443199854993815886</id><published>2010-07-04T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:39:37.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was the most amazing day I have had in a very long time. I usually get so excited about my birthday, and then it usually turns out to be a disappointment. Mostly because I have unclear, and ridiculous expectations… so this year, I decided… it will just be another day, and if anything fun and exciting happens, then it will be an added bonus. I did make a recommendation, (maybe I am slightly OCD…) and that was to attend the opening of the butterfly house, at the Norfolk Botanical Gardens, (My new favorite place in Hampton Roads!) Joel went above and beyond the call of Birthday Girls Husband. He invited the Siweks, and planned a picnic at the gardens too. Really, he even brought food, and silverware, and drinks… ok, so he forgot napkins… but he thought of everything else. Impressive! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Smith enjoyed his first ever pickle… and we were all able to enjoy the smell of it the rest of the day. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3maa9ntI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SLUbqRn8c2A/s1600-h/DSC_5066%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5066" border="0" alt="DSC_5066" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3m-n7otI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-0Uv_wyNrXw/DSC_5066_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="582" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought these cookies were ridiculously cute! And they were equally delicious… &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3nRt1yNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mt1DnN6Cu3Y/s1600-h/DSC_5086%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5086" border="0" alt="DSC_5086" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3nyp3-DI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7lL8HxngQAA/DSC_5086_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="563" height="379" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; The magnolias were absolutely beautiful. I just wanted to steal them! Hah… sometimes… I crack myself up… did anybody else get that? Anyways… I would have stolen the magnolias… but they were bigger than Nora’s head, so I’m pretty sure, I wouldn’t have gotten away with it. Aren’t they amazing? &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3oWWn5FI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B_MxzUGFGIY/s1600-h/DSC_5121%5B19%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5121" border="0" alt="DSC_5121" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3pMpwY1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/4LZuFC2xuoc/DSC_5121_thumb%5B22%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="425" height="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we arrived at the Butterfly house, I said, “My birthday would be absolutely perfect, if a butterfly landed on one of us.” No pressure… but we all wanted Kirstynn to have a “Perfect birthday”… right? I was so impressed with the amazing creatures in the house. It had me dreaming of all the photography equipment I will someday have. (I allow myself to fall into the “it’s all about me” rut… maybe once a year… so kill me!) But look at these amazing, colorful, and kinda freaky bugs… &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3pnZNFDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dymgLoRZrxk/s1600-h/DSC_5129%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5129" border="0" alt="DSC_5129" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3qAPaHmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/44jglxnkcWU/DSC_5129_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3quWkqwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vMhrf5jlCeE/s1600-h/DSC_5130%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5130" border="0" alt="DSC_5130" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3rODwUXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1mDHkI52gQk/DSC_5130_thumb%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3rj2vsbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hMwWkJ2Z8eA/s1600-h/DSC_5134%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5134" border="0" alt="DSC_5134" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3sA7ehsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_Y23cZ1JIqE/DSC_5134_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="664" height="659" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This one just mesmerized me… it is a Caterpillar with what looks like lady bugs all over it! They double in size, EVERYDAY! It was crazy… I want to go back tomorrow, just to see how huge it will be!&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3slcC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kOnF8khCB7Q/s1600-h/DSC_5152%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5152" border="0" alt="DSC_5152" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3tLnBsOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Utg5YmfSG0A/DSC_5152_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="582" height="632" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then…&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3tm6Lz5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/w5YiFFQYuuk/s1600-h/DSC_5143%5B51%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5143" border="0" alt="DSC_5143" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3uJqFKcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TOKzKFmuRik/DSC_5143_thumb%5B49%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="417" height="617" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got my birthday wish! She was so still, and so in tune with this beauty. She even said, “bonjour butterfly”, which is what “Fancy Nancy” says, whenever she meets a butterfly. Notice her dress? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We then went on to the new Exhibit, The Enchanted Storybook Forest. I guarantee, you will be seeing and hearing more about this place, as the summer goes on. I was very impressed with the exhibit, and Nora was equally impressed. It is displays of different children's stories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Alice and Wonderland:&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3ulX5uRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZLRkzMtSGsE/s1600-h/DSC_5185%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5185" border="0" alt="DSC_5185" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3vBC5klI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ao6idXM0iJM/DSC_5185_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Old Woman that lived in a shoe… and had so many children, she didn’t know what to do… that’s me…&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3v7GRYPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1KrVMD1rzuM/s1600-h/DSC_5240%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5240" border="0" alt="DSC_5240" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3wanMIsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xtA7wnTaWXk/DSC_5240_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also have, The Three Little Pigs, Old Mac Donald, and lots more! Plus, they have these little “Roaming Gnomes”. That must be what makes it “Enchanted”. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3w9cR_LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PM9V0dQot-0/s1600-h/DSC_5192%5B32%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5192" border="0" alt="DSC_5192" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3xr3ZhWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CXBtdpqZoeY/DSC_5192_thumb%5B30%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3yKJO0ZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UJ9o8xSjLjk/s1600-h/DSC_5208%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5208" border="0" alt="DSC_5208" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3ykHrTGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8l6k8ZX4Gdo/DSC_5208_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was Smith for 95% of the day! He was so great, and so was daddy! They are BY FAR… my favorite men in my life! &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3zP_wJSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LXXjNB4jX88/s1600-h/DSC_5168%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5168" border="0" alt="DSC_5168" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3zzme4WI/AAAAAAAAAG4/r-_E-XGBYWc/DSC_5168_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE30YPT97I/AAAAAAAAAG8/csq9a8Yokok/s1600-h/DSC_5170%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5170" border="0" alt="DSC_5170" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3098SyFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3AkMpS8qBQA/DSC_5170_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But when our lil’ Bubs woke up… we HAD to have him pose for a picture. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE31XwsgrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3-N7sZ-yr7Y/s1600-h/DSC_5260%5B19%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_5260" border="0" alt="DSC_5260" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE32C1MJbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/me0B2tjtDnQ/DSC_5260_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="563" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The day was so amazing! I am so excited to go into my 32nd year. If I could only get a bottle of whatever Nora has been taking… I think I would have her energy Happy 4th of July! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6443199854993815886?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6443199854993815886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6443199854993815886&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6443199854993815886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6443199854993815886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TDE3m-n7otI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-0Uv_wyNrXw/s72-c/DSC_5066_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8239430826424673772</id><published>2010-06-30T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:00:00.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is THE END! I have enjoyed the posts, and I have dreaded the posts… overall, I am proud that I actually did it, and I accomplished a goal. My family needs my time, and when it is convenient for me to share our special moments… I will do my best. For now, I don’t really care that laundry often gets out of control, it doesn’t bother me that I usually have puke on my shirt, and if I have diet coke for breakfast, lunch and dinner, I won’t lose sleep at night. Crafting, has fell to the bottom of my to do list. Photography is around the middle of the list. Cooking is near the top, but, enjoying the time I have with my kids while they are still small and creating memories that they will cherish, has made the top of the list, along with being the happy, sassy, sexy, wife, my husband deserves.&amp;#160; I am going to use my birthday, as the date to set goals, and reevaluate myself. I hope that year 31 will be the one where I will conquer motherhood, and come out still standing… even if there are kids hanging off of me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCvaezv-6dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-8Y3Nv1bitE/s1600-h/CSC_5058%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="CSC_5058" border="0" alt="CSC_5058" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCvafxhGS5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Xuw54ayPGGQ/CSC_5058_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8239430826424673772?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8239430826424673772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8239430826424673772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8239430826424673772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8239430826424673772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-30.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 30'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCvafxhGS5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Xuw54ayPGGQ/s72-c/CSC_5058_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2695668043947280066</id><published>2010-06-30T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:48:32.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Yesterday we had a wicked awesome 5 minute storm blow through VB. I secretly love it when that happens… but when it was raining BUCKETS… I grabbed Nora, and we danced in it. My good friend Candice, had the awesome idea of PICTURE OF THE DAY… she grabbed the camera, and snapped a few shots! YAY… then the power went out! Ugh… I secretly love storms, when the power DOESN’T go out! When it came back on… I HAD NO INTERNET! We tried and tried everything we knew how to, to get it fixed, and as frustration grew late into the night… I called it… sometimes it’s ok to go to bed angry with computers! For some this would seem unheard of… but I have learned when defeat is near, and sometimes it is just easier to surrender, and continue the battle after a good nights rest. I don’t know how I would have made it happen without the nerds at the Hatch Home. I swear between the two of them, they could take over the computer world. But I love them, and owe them lots of chocolate, and diet coke… (What, did you say that not everybody loves DC and chocolate as much as I do… how is that possible? Hmmm… can’t be… ) Anyway, as the Picture of the Day comes to an end… I will be thinking, and gathering more ideas for future blog themes.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCvXyoCiEQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iyO05TM2L_Q/s1600-h/DSC_4994%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_4994" border="0" alt="DSC_4994" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCvXzRL_irI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zTW6xTs0Wh4/DSC_4994_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2695668043947280066?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2695668043947280066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2695668043947280066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2695668043947280066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2695668043947280066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-29.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 29'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCvXzRL_irI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zTW6xTs0Wh4/s72-c/DSC_4994_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7182062940647141033</id><published>2010-06-28T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:15:19.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day... day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCk7GHEL1JI/AAAAAAAACVo/P8TiWauac5w/s1600/2010-06-28+18.17.40-719819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCk7GHEL1JI/AAAAAAAACVo/P8TiWauac5w/s320/2010-06-28+18.17.40-719819.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487982597089514642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This entire month... I have wanted to take a beautiful picture of a meal. Well everytime I remember that, the meal is over. So here is the plate at the end of the beautiful meal we had for dinner tonight. Tomatoe garlic chicken pasta! Mmm mm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7182062940647141033?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7182062940647141033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7182062940647141033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7182062940647141033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7182062940647141033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-28.html' title='Picture of the day... day 28'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCk7GHEL1JI/AAAAAAAACVo/P8TiWauac5w/s72-c/2010-06-28+18.17.40-719819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5530423830362783895</id><published>2010-06-28T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:25:50.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day...day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCi-_qOm_zI/AAAAAAAACVg/nUyyOstBewc/s1600/2010-06-28+10.17.47-750363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCi-_qOm_zI/AAAAAAAACVg/nUyyOstBewc/s320/2010-06-28+10.17.47-750363.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487846146827550514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are a fan favorite around my house. We call them &amp;quot;eggy pancakes&amp;quot;. I think they are also known as Dutch Pancakes, German Pancakes. We like to keep it local here! Good ole eggy pancakes are served in our home at least once per week, usually 2 or 3 times. Today I had some leftover strawberries from the strawberry shortcakes I forgot to serve the missionaries the other night. Poor guys! So we topped our pancake with those. Otherwise, we usually just use powder sugar and sometimes syrup. So yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5530423830362783895?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5530423830362783895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5530423830362783895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5530423830362783895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5530423830362783895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-dayday-27.html' title='Picture of the day...day 27'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCi-_qOm_zI/AAAAAAAACVg/nUyyOstBewc/s72-c/2010-06-28+10.17.47-750363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2978619386031570838</id><published>2010-06-26T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:47:12.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day... Day 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCatoOWeDlI/AAAAAAAACVY/NTldmkTqve4/s1600/2010-06-26+21.43.48-732360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCatoOWeDlI/AAAAAAAACVY/NTldmkTqve4/s320/2010-06-26+21.43.48-732360.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487264102556241490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t believe I&amp;#39;m gonna do this. If I want to go to bed tonight... I got work to do! My new name... Cinderelly!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2978619386031570838?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2978619386031570838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2978619386031570838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2978619386031570838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2978619386031570838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-26.html' title='Picture of the Day... Day 26'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCatoOWeDlI/AAAAAAAACVY/NTldmkTqve4/s72-c/2010-06-26+21.43.48-732360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3831607519102794009</id><published>2010-06-25T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:18:51.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day…. Day 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Grandma was here this week. We have so much fun when grandma is here. She takes us in the back yard, and looks for bugs with us. She reads all sorts of different books. She is so funny and silly!!! She is taking us on vacation later this summer!!! WOO HOO! We love going on vacation. See you at Chincoteague Island Grandma!!!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCVjh-RjVSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i17Ki6E4TJw/s1600-h/eeewslug%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="eeewslug" border="0" alt="eeewslug" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCVjis2ezEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JP5dfzuz1ak/eeewslug_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3831607519102794009?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3831607519102794009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3831607519102794009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3831607519102794009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3831607519102794009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-25.html' title='Picture of the Day…. Day 25'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCVjis2ezEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JP5dfzuz1ak/s72-c/eeewslug_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6772031829666291981</id><published>2010-06-25T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:23:04.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day... Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCUCGfns2MI/AAAAAAAACVQ/bGjjwzLhYVw/s1600/2010-06-24+14.37.17-784760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCUCGfns2MI/AAAAAAAACVQ/bGjjwzLhYVw/s320/2010-06-24+14.37.17-784760.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486794031611304130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can we say... GUILTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6772031829666291981?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6772031829666291981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6772031829666291981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6772031829666291981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6772031829666291981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-24.html' title='Picture of the Day... Day 24'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCUCGfns2MI/AAAAAAAACVQ/bGjjwzLhYVw/s72-c/2010-06-24+14.37.17-784760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-903284169343785710</id><published>2010-06-25T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:22:10.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day... Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCUB4-N9NfI/AAAAAAAACVI/WvZpNf-KmXI/s1600/2010-06-24+19.50.08-730727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCUB4-N9NfI/AAAAAAAACVI/WvZpNf-KmXI/s320/2010-06-24+19.50.08-730727.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486793799306655218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Girls night out... and the last orange scone has my name on it! In BIG BOLD LETTERING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-903284169343785710?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/903284169343785710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=903284169343785710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/903284169343785710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/903284169343785710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-23.html' title='Picture of the Day... Day 23'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCUB4-N9NfI/AAAAAAAACVI/WvZpNf-KmXI/s72-c/2010-06-24+19.50.08-730727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3366257970730105705</id><published>2010-06-22T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:06:15.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day... day 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCF6J5R2OTI/AAAAAAAACVA/vCE2hHM_ewk/s1600/2010-06-19+11.54.05-775233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCF6J5R2OTI/AAAAAAAACVA/vCE2hHM_ewk/s320/2010-06-19+11.54.05-775233.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485800131527063858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This tub of love is 6 months old today! I know its a lot to ask... but can I keep him an extra large paper weight for a little longer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3366257970730105705?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3366257970730105705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3366257970730105705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3366257970730105705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3366257970730105705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-22.html' title='Picture of the Day... day 22'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TCF6J5R2OTI/AAAAAAAACVA/vCE2hHM_ewk/s72-c/2010-06-19+11.54.05-775233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7190648360959885026</id><published>2010-06-21T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:39:21.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Only 9 more pictures! What a relief. I love that this little project has made me more, “out there” in the blogging world, but it is a lot of pressure. I appreciate that I have friends, parents, cousins, and others motivating me to continue my picture of the day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nora finished her first semester at Little Gym. It was the first time that she had a scheduled/routine class. As a mom, I never thought of this being a big deal, but when I look at where she was when she started at Little Gym, and where she is now… it is pretty incredible. The gym is great for her. She has learned so many behaviors that I can’t teach her at home. Waiting in a line for your turn- she often says to me, “We don’t cut in front of our friends.” She usually says it at the appropriate times, like when I move her aside to answer the front door, or when I put Smith in front of her in the bathtub, but I think the only time she has heard that is when the word “Friends” is tacked on the end.&amp;#160; She also has gained confidence in many areas as well. Miss Whitney, the teacher, gave Nora her award, and said that Nora is always the first one to volunteer, and always has something to contribute to the class discussion. Hmmm… I wonder where she gets that from? Before she started the class, she didn’t even want anything to do with the balance beam, and by the end, she was walking through a hula hoop down the beam. I asked her, “What is your favorite part of “Little Gym”? She said, “the rings, Mihh Whitney, and doing the chihen dance(the chicken dance)”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We will be taking the summer off from Little Gym, but our Jazzy Bug will return in September for her 2nd semester. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just love this picture… each girl has her own little personality… and the picture shows it perfect! Thank you to Grandma, Lulu, Papa, and Nana for funding our little gymnast this semester. She couldn’t have done it with out you! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCAURaGxBZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E6uLcPgdfuo/s1600-h/DSC_4947%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_4947" border="0" alt="DSC_4947" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCAUSBe_9OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YqlTs7V_nSA/DSC_4947_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7190648360959885026?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7190648360959885026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7190648360959885026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7190648360959885026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7190648360959885026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-21.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 21'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TCAUSBe_9OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YqlTs7V_nSA/s72-c/DSC_4947_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4178693993562711357</id><published>2010-06-20T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:14:49.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Happy Fathers Day dad! I love and miss you!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TB4iVLT3v3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_cj_95r8zHs/s1600-h/DSC_3152%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_3152" border="0" alt="DSC_3152" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TB4iV7bnoWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ynZap023cKk/DSC_3152_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4178693993562711357?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4178693993562711357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4178693993562711357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4178693993562711357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4178693993562711357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-20.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 20!'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TB4iV7bnoWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ynZap023cKk/s72-c/DSC_3152_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5401430637830849886</id><published>2010-06-19T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:07:34.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy Fathers Day!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TB1346zhABI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qh47NGv67yY/s1600-h/DSC_3066%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_3066" border="0" alt="DSC_3066" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TB135QCw6qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/obwKweKfucA/DSC_3066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5401430637830849886?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5401430637830849886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5401430637830849886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5401430637830849886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5401430637830849886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-19.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 19'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TB135QCw6qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/obwKweKfucA/s72-c/DSC_3066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2440400531092616490</id><published>2010-06-18T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:59:34.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; “HI LULU!!! HI PAPA!!!! LOVE YOU!!! MISS YOU!!!” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBxAolmD4mI/AAAAAAAAADs/sZQ6NAbeG8c/s1600-h/DSC_3645%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_3645" border="0" alt="DSC_3645" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBxApEEVU8I/AAAAAAAAADw/b_4N151-Gbo/DSC_3645_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2440400531092616490?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2440400531092616490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2440400531092616490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2440400531092616490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2440400531092616490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-18.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 18'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBxApEEVU8I/AAAAAAAAADw/b_4N151-Gbo/s72-c/DSC_3645_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8758651818199989486</id><published>2010-06-17T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:59:38.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; My kind of place!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrvJzL3WTI/AAAAAAAAADk/wnKuQGQGYyw/s1600-h/DSC_4050%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_4050" border="0" alt="DSC_4050" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrvKSl74hI/AAAAAAAAADo/iwgMrBz6cNI/DSC_4050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8758651818199989486?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8758651818199989486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8758651818199989486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8758651818199989486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8758651818199989486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-17.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 17'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrvKSl74hI/AAAAAAAAADo/iwgMrBz6cNI/s72-c/DSC_4050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8035066574274076614</id><published>2010-06-17T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:57:46.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrutj78iHI/AAAAAAAAADc/R3JmsnKNqjE/s1600-h/DSC_4039%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_4039" border="0" alt="DSC_4039" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBruubN9dgI/AAAAAAAAADg/d7-o0_8jAJw/DSC_4039_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8035066574274076614?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8035066574274076614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8035066574274076614&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8035066574274076614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8035066574274076614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-16.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 16'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBruubN9dgI/AAAAAAAAADg/d7-o0_8jAJw/s72-c/DSC_4039_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8298564775410172917</id><published>2010-06-17T23:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:56:40.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day… Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrudFUJg5I/AAAAAAAAADU/rTAFBmlAK5Q/s1600-h/DSC_4210%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_4210" border="0" alt="DSC_4210" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrudyvuaAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Tqak-tyhAWI/DSC_4210_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8298564775410172917?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8298564775410172917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8298564775410172917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8298564775410172917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8298564775410172917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-15.html' title='Picture of the day… Day 15'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBrudyvuaAI/AAAAAAAAADY/Tqak-tyhAWI/s72-c/DSC_4210_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8690581347759859586</id><published>2010-06-14T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:08:41.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; I know I said I would blog about my garden, so here it goes. It is pretty sad, so I don’t want to go into too much details. Joel and Nora have spent that past 2 months, putting lots of heart and soul into their garden. Joel&amp;#160; loves to spend time watering it, and Nora loves to play outside while she watched daddy labor. We were very excited to grow “pie making pumpkins”, peppers, beans, edemamne, watermelon, sunflowers, and corn. Not too sure what happened, but we noticed a white fungal disease growing on the pumpkin leaves. Then a rabbit came and ate all the bean and pepper plants. Then the pumpkins got a white fungus. So, it is kind of sad. It could have been a thriving garden. The stuff that didn’t get eaten has been growing like crazy, but I am sure it will not produce good fruit… *SIGH*… maybe beach pictures tomorrow? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBbEhX99NBI/AAAAAAAAADM/b7m-2xrIBmY/s1600-h/DSC_4820%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_4820" border="0" alt="DSC_4820" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBbEiO7a17I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mbUbcLEHBks/DSC_4820_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8690581347759859586?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8690581347759859586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8690581347759859586&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8690581347759859586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8690581347759859586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-14.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 14'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBbEiO7a17I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mbUbcLEHBks/s72-c/DSC_4820_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8186971885890618577</id><published>2010-06-13T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:13:44.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; So random I know! Meet Maggie! I have to edit a photo shoot from this weekend, with over 700 pictures, so tonight, I decided, I would post from the 6th folder, and the 13th picture. I’m not sure if she reads my blog, but if she did, she would be so embarrassed. She works with Joel, and is obviously a DARLING girl! She had her headshots done at work the same day Joel did his. So, I think Joel took this picture. But it was my 06/13 picture. I am going to start editing, and there will be lots of fun pictures coming this week. We have a busy week planned, and so I am excited to share it with you! Maggie, please don’t hate me. If it helps at all, this is my favorite one from all of your headshots. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBWQVFq9SwI/AAAAAAAAADE/muR8dqs2lqw/s1600-h/DSC_3971%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_3971" border="0" alt="DSC_3971" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBWQV6LJwEI/AAAAAAAAADI/w5rUOTrbArI/DSC_3971_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8186971885890618577?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8186971885890618577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8186971885890618577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8186971885890618577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8186971885890618577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-13.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 13'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBWQV6LJwEI/AAAAAAAAADI/w5rUOTrbArI/s72-c/DSC_3971_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5337450040872814056</id><published>2010-06-12T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:30:10.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; What could she possibly thinking? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daddy says, “Mommy is paying attention to me. It’s hard being so cute.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mommy says, “Wow… do I have a great mom or what?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next week, I will be posting gardening pictures. Our garden developed a disease, so we are a little “down in the dumps”. But I will post all about it starting tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had a great family day. Nora and daddy went to on a date. Mommy cleaned the house. Then the whole family went to “scout” out some photo session spots, and stopped for ice cream. Nora chose, Cake Batter, mixed with mint, and gummy bears. It’s no wonder she just picked out the gummy bears, and left the ice cream. New rule, you have to chose flavors mommy and daddy would eat, in the event, that Nora doesn’t finish it. Lesson learned. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBQ0nrqDezI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3btApetQPjg/s1600-h/NoraStairs%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="NoraStairs" border="0" alt="NoraStairs" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBQ0oVIAJlI/AAAAAAAAADA/qgT7g8LnJt8/NoraStairs_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5337450040872814056?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5337450040872814056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5337450040872814056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5337450040872814056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5337450040872814056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-12.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 12'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBQ0oVIAJlI/AAAAAAAAADA/qgT7g8LnJt8/s72-c/NoraStairs_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3365348135240751153</id><published>2010-06-11T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:11:58.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 11</title><content type='html'>I hate posting pictures of me. I think its a photographer thing… but I would much rather post pictures of my kids, or my hot husband, or even my plants that I haven’t killed yet! However, it is very rare that Joel and I have a picture together. It may only be an, “arm stretch self portrait”… and my head may look HUGE compared to his tiny head… (trust me, he has the brains in our relationship), but it is us… real life… us! And don’t get mad, if you notice, Smith is also in the picture. Well, his ginormous head is! &lt;br /&gt;YAAAY… ITS THE WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;YAAY… ITS SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;YAAY… My maiden name is engraved on the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;YAAY… Grandma comes in 5 more bedtimes!&lt;br /&gt;YAAY… Nora told me yesterday, “Mamma, you’re the best mommy in the whole life.” &lt;br /&gt;YAAY… I have a photo shoot this weekend, with 7 three-year-olds! &lt;br /&gt;YAAY… its menu planning weekend! &lt;br /&gt;YAAY… I have all the laundry done, and folded… yet to be put away… can’t baskets count as dressers? Dressers are so overrated.&lt;br /&gt;YAAY… I think I’m going to take the kids to the beach on Monday… Oops, not “YAAY”. &lt;br /&gt;YAAY… I am almost half way done with my picture of the day! Phew… “I think I can… I think I can… I think I can…”&lt;br /&gt;MUAH! Loves to all y’all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBKCm9_SAZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/50ArksCoNCE/s1600-h/Day%2011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Day 11" border="0" height="428" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBKCnzngtFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UfkgCcqKnqQ/Day%2011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Day 11" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3365348135240751153?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3365348135240751153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3365348135240751153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3365348135240751153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3365348135240751153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-11.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 11'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBKCnzngtFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UfkgCcqKnqQ/s72-c/Day%2011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5127478610862191419</id><published>2010-06-10T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:06:23.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; This is Picture of the Day thing is getting more and more TRICKY! My dad sent us to Virginia with these beautiful plants. Not knowing if they would make it. Well, they did, and I had to share them, before I killed them. What should I post tomorrow? Anyone has a request? The more specific… the better! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBGMCw5fCSI/AAAAAAAAACs/ErjotmY7hjg/s1600-h/Lily%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Lily" border="0" alt="Lily" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBGMDclhvYI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y8iVJE8SpHI/Lily_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5127478610862191419?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5127478610862191419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5127478610862191419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5127478610862191419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5127478610862191419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-10.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 10'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBGMDclhvYI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y8iVJE8SpHI/s72-c/Lily_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-349442777214955509</id><published>2010-06-09T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:38:38.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Joel came home from work today with employee head shots, and asked me to do some mild editing on them! As I am editing, he is putting Smith to bed. I hear, “When did you learn to roll over?” Oh how I love him!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; When I am driving in the car, and he calls me, my car says, “Call from… HOTNESS”. I really have an amazing guy to call my husband. Yeah, he needs a little help in the “mothering” department, but he is a great dad! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBAl-lkCdzI/AAAAAAAAACk/sjRbDXCZHWU/s1600-h/Joelblog%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Joelblog" border="0" alt="Joelblog" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBAl_Hoc0_I/AAAAAAAAACo/BKwaoVibB0Y/Joelblog_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-349442777214955509?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/349442777214955509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=349442777214955509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/349442777214955509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/349442777214955509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-9.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 9'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TBAl_Hoc0_I/AAAAAAAAACo/BKwaoVibB0Y/s72-c/Joelblog_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6783952860835088889</id><published>2010-06-08T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:42:29.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day… Day 8</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when mommy leaves the room in the middle of doing laundry! “Son, you got a pany on yo head”. Name that movie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TA7jV5YO2xI/AAAAAAAAACc/19oz8unyAKw/s1600-h/DSC_3949%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_3949 copy" border="0" height="428" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TA7jWkozGsI/AAAAAAAAACg/xzXJIvAJI20/DSC_3949%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_3949 copy" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6783952860835088889?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6783952860835088889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6783952860835088889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6783952860835088889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6783952860835088889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-7_08.html' title='Picture of the day… Day 8'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TA7jWkozGsI/AAAAAAAAACg/xzXJIvAJI20/s72-c/DSC_3949%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4691752339003143551</id><published>2010-06-07T17:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:46:55.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day…. Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; It is summer, and I am exhausted just planning all the things I want to do with Nora! I am so lucky to have a Candice. She wants to hang out with us, and loves my kids. 1) She makes good company, and I don’t have to talk like a 3 year old to her. 2) She has hands that know how to hold chubby babies, and how to change chubby babies diapers. 3) My kids love her! I don’t think that I would brave Busch Gardens with the two kids alone. Today was our first trip of the year. I didn’t know this, but online, you can print off a certificate for pre-school age kids to get in free for the whole summer. I did not know! So we will be able to go back often this summer. I sure hope Grover can handle it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TA1c-C3DbZI/AAAAAAAAACM/-bclPGiZHwY/s1600-h/NoraGrover%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="NoraGrover" border="0" alt="NoraGrover" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TA1c-ioGk2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GrTZGeCJdkM/NoraGrover_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t forget to comment on the pictures you want to see more of. Looks like Garden/Basil, is still in the lead. I will give you till the end of day 10. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4691752339003143551?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4691752339003143551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4691752339003143551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4691752339003143551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4691752339003143551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-7_07.html' title='Picture of the Day…. Day 7'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TA1c-ioGk2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GrTZGeCJdkM/s72-c/NoraGrover_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7479143396735821409</id><published>2010-06-06T20:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:28:17.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day… Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so excited about my POD! I am glad that y’all have enjoyed them as well. I wasn’t sure if you would or not. I am going to start posting pictures based on popular demand! So, the more comments I get on a single photo, the more of that same type of photo you will see. If I were to go off the last 5 days, the BASIL would be in the lead. I would love more than anything to post more pictures of my garden… if that's what everyone wants to see. So go tell your friends, and everyone you know to post comments on what you want to see more of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Thank goodness for camera phones… otherwise, a lot of these pictures would be possible. However, Smith is quite the wiggler, and when I ask him to, “please hold still,'’ it gets him all excited, and kicking, and moving. I captured him being sweet, and semi-still right before bed. This baby is more amazing then I could ever imagine. He makes my life so hard, but I love him for it. I can’t ever get anything done, because he always loves me to coo at him. When I leave him in his bed to Cry it out, I’ll sometimes sneak in, and make his binky magically appear, and all he does, is giggle, and smile… HE loves magic! Have a great week everyone, and enjoy this lover baby of mine!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(P.S. The onesie in this photo is size 12-18 months… yeah… he’s 5 months old!) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAw9HvPsRfI/AAAAAAAAACE/OjFcjQyUvGM/s1600-h/2010-06-06%2019.58.33%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="2010-06-06 19.58.33" border="0" alt="2010-06-06 19.58.33" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAw9IP7ZigI/AAAAAAAAACI/IeQreSrAgJI/2010-06-06%2019.58.33_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7479143396735821409?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7479143396735821409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7479143396735821409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7479143396735821409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7479143396735821409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-6.html' title='Picture of the day… Day 6'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh6.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAw9IP7ZigI/AAAAAAAAACI/IeQreSrAgJI/s72-c/2010-06-06%2019.58.33_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8712513135228934519</id><published>2010-06-05T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:16:06.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day... day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TAratpmokPI/AAAAAAAACU4/Qfmgdvz3KKg/s1600/2010-06-05+19.00.51-766022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TAratpmokPI/AAAAAAAACU4/Qfmgdvz3KKg/s320/2010-06-05+19.00.51-766022.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479432374446493938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy is out on a &amp;quot;Moms Night Out&amp;quot;. Not only do I love my hubby, who&amp;quot;s,  &amp;quot;manning the fort&amp;quot;, but I also love my friends!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8712513135228934519?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8712513135228934519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8712513135228934519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8712513135228934519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8712513135228934519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-5.html' title='Picture of the day... day 5'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TAratpmokPI/AAAAAAAACU4/Qfmgdvz3KKg/s72-c/2010-06-05+19.00.51-766022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5217844152739424088</id><published>2010-06-04T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:42:53.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day... Day 4</title><content type='html'>Are y'all surprised that I have posted every day for the last 4 days? I am! Today isn't actually a picture, its a video, but it is worth a thousand words, and so are pictures. I just cleared out our video camera, and was going through all the clips we made in the last few months. This is the first time I watched this video, and it brought me to tears. It is completely unlike anything to introduce your child to their sibling. How do you explain to your three year old that this person will spend the rest of her life with her? It was a beautiful, touching moment for me. My kids are my world. I can honestly say that I have the best kids in the world! Every mom should be able to say the same thing.&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYVwy8pU5-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYVwy8pU5-s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5217844152739424088?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5217844152739424088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5217844152739424088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5217844152739424088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5217844152739424088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-4.html' title='Picture of the Day... Day 4'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2258159036492972589</id><published>2010-06-03T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:58:11.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day… Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;And, its not of my children! It kills me to do so, but I swayed away from the kids in my POTD post. This is in my garden though, and I LOVE IT! I love when I am making dinner, and I can say, “Nora, please go get me 4 BIG BASIL leafs.” And she does it! Like I said before, she loves the garden. She knows more about it than I do. It is her and her daddy’s project, so I try to keep my nose out of it. Unless I’m cooking! Enjoy your evening, and maybe I’ll get the lil ones back on here tomorrow?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAgzgKTKXOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7XmWx0KtrdE/s1600-h/usabasil%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="usabasil" border="0" alt="usabasil" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAgzgsjoEpI/AAAAAAAAACA/QTx0-ejq0LU/usabasil_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2258159036492972589?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2258159036492972589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2258159036492972589&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2258159036492972589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2258159036492972589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-3.html' title='Picture of the day… Day 3'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh3.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAgzgsjoEpI/AAAAAAAAACA/QTx0-ejq0LU/s72-c/usabasil_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1271585804636172252</id><published>2010-06-02T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:09:33.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day… Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; We actually have a garden growing. Nora couldn’t be more thrilled. So I have given her a camera to play photographer. Maybe one of these days, she’ll actually have a picture where her finger isn’t right in front of the lens.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAcAyk_e2uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1gsc0jnpqfE/s1600-h/DSC_3788%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_3788" border="0" alt="DSC_3788" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAcAzDe8hSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7H0kF5BF0v0/DSC_3788_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="321" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1271585804636172252?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1271585804636172252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1271585804636172252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1271585804636172252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1271585804636172252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-2.html' title='Picture of the Day… Day 2'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAcAzDe8hSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7H0kF5BF0v0/s72-c/DSC_3788_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3642584290705997731</id><published>2010-06-01T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:52:40.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day.... day 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAVWvWeDZuI/AAAAAAAAABk/Uxdf7Q9sFHY/s1600/2010-06-01_12_08_31-753075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAVWvWeDZuI/AAAAAAAAABk/Uxdf7Q9sFHY/s320/2010-06-01_12_08_31-753075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3642584290705997731?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3642584290705997731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3642584290705997731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3642584290705997731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3642584290705997731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-of-day-day-1.html' title='Picture of the day.... day 1.'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/TAVWvWeDZuI/AAAAAAAAABk/Uxdf7Q9sFHY/s72-c/2010-06-01_12_08_31-753075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1919958225906903158</id><published>2010-05-28T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:00:33.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kreme King</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TACRYuySvKI/AAAAAAAACUk/FnlRH1gU4G4/s1600/2010-05-21+09.05.59-733628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TACRYuySvKI/AAAAAAAACUk/FnlRH1gU4G4/s320/2010-05-21+09.05.59-733628.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476537000944385186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1919958225906903158?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1919958225906903158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1919958225906903158&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1919958225906903158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1919958225906903158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/05/krispy-kreme-king.html' title='Krispy Kreme King'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/TACRYuySvKI/AAAAAAAACUk/FnlRH1gU4G4/s72-c/2010-05-21+09.05.59-733628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2491812184576062793</id><published>2010-05-26T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:25:48.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life will go on…</title><content type='html'>But it will be no where near as fun as it was this last week. Brenda and Brody came, and made our home a fun, happy, sweet place to be. So stress free. So low key. It was great to have them here, and I am sad to see them go. I can totally understand why their daddy wants them home so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I loved to have a friend to talk to, that knows EVERYTHING there is to know about me. We talked about our rebelious teenage years together. (When I say “rebelious”, I mean when we would skip school and go to the mall, and sneak into movies that we maybe should have not seen… innocent rebels we were!) We talked about being moms, wife’s, friends, sisters, kids… there was never a dull nor awkward moment. She upgraded my world technically, and I made hers more food friendly. I am glad that I get to have the low-cal upgrade!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Our babies played, and became friends. I think one even proposed marriage? Maybe once college and missions, we can suggest a marriage proposal. I think there may be some advantages to living on a compound that has lots of kids, and lots of wives. I must admit, I think I would like it. &lt;br /&gt;This next week we will be getting back in our normal routine. With summer around the corner, and with lots of things to do, I can’t imagine that I will be able to keep my blog up any better then I have, but one can only hope. Thanks to Brenda, I have much more tools to make blogging easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/S_1eH1l_jOI/AAAAAAAAABE/Te5imMlHgHs/s1600-h/DSC_3433%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_3433" border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/S_1eIUlVsNI/AAAAAAAAABI/ncz8yTXylP4/DSC_3433_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC_3433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2491812184576062793?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2491812184576062793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2491812184576062793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2491812184576062793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2491812184576062793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-will-go-on.html' title='Life will go on…'/><author><name>kirstynn evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345296047536466082</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://lh4.ggpht.com/__5tn1WTR3JY/S_1eIUlVsNI/AAAAAAAAABI/ncz8yTXylP4/s72-c/DSC_3433_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6399892825341426553</id><published>2010-05-20T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:01:44.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest techie gal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S_WjOMpdzOI/AAAAAAAACUc/yyfNLpiDWFc/s1600/2010-05-20+15.12.42-704332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S_WjOMpdzOI/AAAAAAAACUc/yyfNLpiDWFc/s320/2010-05-20+15.12.42-704332.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473460386447346914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am having a week loaded with fun. My BFF since we were 12 years old, and her precious sweet 11month old Brody came to check out the Va Beach. We managed to get all three kiddies asleep at the same time, and now we have &amp;quot;grown up girl bonding time&amp;quot;. She taught me how to blog from my phone. One feature that may change my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6399892825341426553?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6399892825341426553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6399892825341426553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6399892825341426553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6399892825341426553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-techie-gal.html' title='The greatest techie gal!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S_WjOMpdzOI/AAAAAAAACUc/yyfNLpiDWFc/s72-c/2010-05-20+15.12.42-704332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1467661086488622844</id><published>2010-04-08T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:21:29.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Grandma:</title><content type='html'>We are having so much fun with you while you are here. You have "blown" us away!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S75_7uUYkBI/AAAAAAAACUU/WTJK_xTxd1k/s1600/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S75_7uUYkBI/AAAAAAAACUU/WTJK_xTxd1k/s400/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457940462442156050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1467661086488622844?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1467661086488622844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1467661086488622844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1467661086488622844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1467661086488622844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-grandma.html' title='Dear Grandma:'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S75_7uUYkBI/AAAAAAAACUU/WTJK_xTxd1k/s72-c/Picture+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5925888730404326570</id><published>2010-03-31T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:56:11.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm... Yummy lovies!</title><content type='html'>I do have one more in me. I wanted to post an email that my lovie hubby sent to me. Please, if you have to gag, keep it to yourself. No one wants to hear your gagging comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first arrived in this world I was surrounded by angels. They would sing and whisper to me of heaven and Jesus and my Father's love. As time passed they became hard to see, fading in and out of perspective. Their voices blended in with the voices of the people around me and I heard more every day conversation and less testimony of heaven. Only one angel did not fade. Only one angel still whispered to me about Jesus and my Fathers love. She grew firmer, her voice grew clearer, sweeter until she was the only one angel I could see. I love her. She is my mommy and she will always be my angel whispering to me the way back to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubby Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5925888730404326570?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5925888730404326570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5925888730404326570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5925888730404326570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5925888730404326570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/03/mmmm-yummy-lovies.html' title='Mmmm... Yummy lovies!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2015342454647375253</id><published>2010-03-31T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:51:20.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>Here we go again... you know the drill. I'm too busy to blog. Too much going on, Two kids... blah blah blah. I have a new excuse though, there is too much to blog about, I don't know where to start. It seems like whenever I start a blog post, something gets in my way, and I can't finish it. I want to do one long post, but should I do several short posts? Then I just feel like, "Eh, 1 short post should wet their appetites for a few minutes", and then *COUGH thirty COUGH* days later, I spit up a post. We are purchasing a new fancy schmancy computer with our tax return, and I pray that will make my blogging life easier. If not, at least it will look good in our office. Excuse me for just a moment, while I throw up some cuteness... Ok... so that last one... not so cute. This was me being involved in "parent involvment day" at Noras dance class. What can I say, I love looking like a fool for my kid! She loves me, and doesn't even judge me... YET.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7TDsdFRI/AAAAAAAACUM/X5ai5RIyPuU/s1600/DSC_2439%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7TDsdFRI/AAAAAAAACUM/X5ai5RIyPuU/s400/DSC_2439%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454979878503650578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7SSEX5SI/AAAAAAAACUE/H3XBmKD-bCo/s1600/DSC_2385%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7SSEX5SI/AAAAAAAACUE/H3XBmKD-bCo/s400/DSC_2385%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454979865182201122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P56_GFYGI/AAAAAAAACT0/Tu1EW5RXlx0/s1600/CSC_2490%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P56_GFYGI/AAAAAAAACT0/Tu1EW5RXlx0/s400/CSC_2490%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454978365440483426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7RyJJXwI/AAAAAAAACT8/8IhZSZ8Y0Wc/s1600/DSC_2353%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7RyJJXwI/AAAAAAAACT8/8IhZSZ8Y0Wc/s400/DSC_2353%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454979856612286210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I thought I had more in me, but I'm out... I promise to post again, just not in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2015342454647375253?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2015342454647375253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2015342454647375253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2015342454647375253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2015342454647375253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S7P7TDsdFRI/AAAAAAAACUM/X5ai5RIyPuU/s72-c/DSC_2439%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4743941059895866851</id><published>2010-02-23T15:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:54:46.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's still February....</title><content type='html'>and I love you all. If there is anyone that still reads this blog... I LOVE YOU! My purpose for blogging is to keep the loved ones informed, and updated, and to journal. I admit, I have sucked at it all since Smith has been born, and maybe even before that. The truth is, that the winters here are so sad and depressing, that there is nothing even to share. I have already been planning the next winter, so it is more fun for us all. Somethings I just can do when I am VERY pregnant, and with a new baby. Call it an excuse, or what you will, but that is my excuse. As I type this today, I am using one hand, while I attempt to use my other hand to help my kid nurse. Something that is not an easy task. But, I wanted to share some love today. The month is almost over, and it would be unfair to all... 3 of you?, if I didn't express my love today. WARNING: These are some REAL pictures. I am keepin it real, because I know how a few of my readers LOVE the keepin it real pictures. It makes you feel better about yourself, and because I love you, I want you to feel better today! I have been very busy cleaning and doing laundry and adjusting to the mom with 2 kids thing, that blogging has been last on my mind. Today, I sit in a room full of clean laundry that just needs to be folded and put away (I hate that part), &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBNQT1mXI/AAAAAAAACSU/ytIVKHOV3RY/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441545945742678386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBNQT1mXI/AAAAAAAACSU/ytIVKHOV3RY/s400/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the kitchen is a disaster! I was so exhausted after Monday, that I didn't even clean the kitchen after dinner. And anyone who has been in my kitchen while I cook, knows that I know how to use a kitchen! I use about every square inch of it... don't believe me?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBLE4txJI/AAAAAAAACR8/VwMSOPDByjY/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441545908316390546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBLE4txJI/AAAAAAAACR8/VwMSOPDByjY/s400/Picture+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to share some love with the grandparents. It is fun to talk on the phone to them, but I know when they call, they really only want to talk to Nora. That is ok with me, because I know that there are people that love my kids almost as much as I do. And that makes me happy. But, here are a few of our February going ons...Nora was sick for about a week. Bless her snotty little heart. She tried so hard to be happy, and would constantly say in the saddest stuffiest voice, "I'm sorry I'm sick. Thank you for helping me get better." It made the five days inside worth it. She is so precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RFuJ3LhAI/AAAAAAAACTs/9dlfWBZLacw/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441550908994061314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RFuJ3LhAI/AAAAAAAACTs/9dlfWBZLacw/s400/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith also picked up a little cough. But it didn't stop him from growing up too fast. That stink is so big! He is heavy, and chunky. His rolls and dimply butt make me beam! Nora was always skin and bones, and never had those folds and rolls, so I am enjoying them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RFtlYRjZI/AAAAAAAACTk/saa99ImllfU/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441550899200757138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RFtlYRjZI/AAAAAAAACTk/saa99ImllfU/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentines Day, I got flowers, and a massage to be used in the future. I am so excited to be pampered. Joel also got flowers for Nora! She was so excited, and appreciated them like no other women could ever appreciate flowers. She smelled each one in the bouquet, and oohed and ahhd at every one. She put me to shame. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RFrpY3DII/AAAAAAAACTM/KWd4hWtb0uk/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441550865917217922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RFrpY3DII/AAAAAAAACTM/KWd4hWtb0uk/s400/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had a "FANCY" dinner party. It was our opportunity to make a nice "fancy" meal, Chicken Cordon Bleu. That's fancy for.... Fancy Chicken. Nora got all dressed up, and we had our friends over. It was low key for us, but we hyped it up for the fancy one. Candice and Joe came over. Nora thought Joe was her prince. It is so funny. She thinks he is "hanhum". I'm not makin this stuff up... I don't know where she gets these things! (How embarrassing, I forgot to put my broom away! Ugh... just keepin' it real people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RDFc3WI1I/AAAAAAAACSs/4wLXRUd8vuA/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441548010697139026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RDFc3WI1I/AAAAAAAACSs/4wLXRUd8vuA/s400/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all sat, and tried to make Smith laugh. No such luck! But we sure tried.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBN9t3kNI/AAAAAAAACSc/EeRST3vWCBY/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441545957931454674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBN9t3kNI/AAAAAAAACSc/EeRST3vWCBY/s400/Picture+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as I sit here and blog, here is what I have the pleasure of staring at... It's no wonder, I never blog... he is way too cute! And he already hates me taking his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBMQyV2_I/AAAAAAAACSM/DwJhqAOxUuU/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441545928690752498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBMQyV2_I/AAAAAAAACSM/DwJhqAOxUuU/s400/Picture+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBLutmCqI/AAAAAAAACSE/QxNgmj9gHfI/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441545919544036002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBLutmCqI/AAAAAAAACSE/QxNgmj9gHfI/s400/Picture+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so glad that the weather has finally decided to be nice to us, so I hope very soon to be extremely active outdoors. It is hard to believe that we are coming up on our anniversary of our move out here. There are days that seem like we have been here FOREVER, and there are days that it only seems like we have been here for 50 years. Either way you look at it, it has been a long time away from our loved ones, and doesn't get much easier. We love it here though. We have been making some great friends, we love the beach, and all the other things there are to do, but there is no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This post was actually started on Tuesday. My kitchen was cleaned, and is now a mess from tonight! Laundry is still there! Who needs dressers? Also, I have been staying up way too late watching the olympics, and have been a little sleep deprived, so forgive my typos, and my run-on sentance, fragments... a.k.a. my grammatical imperfections! I speaked only the trufe!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4743941059895866851?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4743941059895866851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4743941059895866851&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4743941059895866851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4743941059895866851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-its-still-february.html' title='Because it&apos;s still February....'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S4RBNQT1mXI/AAAAAAAACSU/ytIVKHOV3RY/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4262323247690892909</id><published>2010-01-31T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:22:08.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW in the forecast!</title><content type='html'>Yeah... we've heard that before, and what the people down here think is snow, is an average day in Michigan. Its almost like, "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". We never really know if we should believe the weather reports. Saturday morning when we woke up, I felt like we were in Michigan again. It was so beautiful, and there was LOTS of SNOW! When Nora woke up, and we showed her what Mother Nature delivered us, she was so excited. This sort of snow only happens here once every five years or so. Lucky us! We watched as our neighbors used CD's to scrape off their cars, or kitchen utensils. We chuckled when we realized that no one around here has snow shovels, or snow pants. There was also lots of ice on the roads, and from what we hear, nobody really knows how to drive on ice, so we hunkered down for the weekend. On the news, we saw that big pick up trucks we getting stuck in intersections, because they didn't have any weight in the back. Joel went to church early Sunday morning to help clear the side walks. He showed the boys a thing or two about shoveling, and they knocked it out in time. Then we didn't even make it to church. Apparently we weren't the only ones. There were about 20 people there, and they only held the first hour of service, and sent everyone home. Schools have already been canceled for Monday. The issue here is, they do not have the equipment to maintain the roads in these conditions. So, it is safer if everyone just stays home, and waits for it to warm up. Which will be tomorrow! I love the snow when it comes for two days, then leaves for the rest of the year. That is what I call winter. Then we can fully appreciate all four seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside to build a snowman, and the snow wasn't right... so we just threw snow at each other. We left most of our snow clothes back in Michigan, so we had to be creative. Suprisingly, Nora loved the snow, and wasn't shy at all to get down in it. And eat it! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyUxcp6CI/AAAAAAAACRQ/e1aTfS7uWV4/s1600-h/Picture+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyUxcp6CI/AAAAAAAACRQ/e1aTfS7uWV4/s400/Picture+189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433014964177201186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyUeBCxYI/AAAAAAAACRI/CnEF-Kkog_A/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyUeBCxYI/AAAAAAAACRI/CnEF-Kkog_A/s400/Picture+190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433014958961116546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyTx0EC7I/AAAAAAAACRA/UIs5Ek4mpPw/s1600-h/Picture+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyTx0EC7I/AAAAAAAACRA/UIs5Ek4mpPw/s400/Picture+175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433014947095514034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyTH1K6WI/AAAAAAAACQ4/XsQfII345h8/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyTH1K6WI/AAAAAAAACQ4/XsQfII345h8/s400/Picture+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433014935825869154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XySusK4_I/AAAAAAAACQw/ddWD76S1Qpk/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XySusK4_I/AAAAAAAACQw/ddWD76S1Qpk/s400/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433014929077232626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing in the snow, we had some yummy homemade hot chocolate, (not homemade marshmallows though... mom, we would have loved your marshmallows this weekend!) We were all enjoying the treat. Then we told Nora that the snow would be gone in a couple of days. And then we told daddy he had to go back to work tomorrow. Then we told Smith he's too little to go in the snow, and maybe when he turns 5 he'll see snow again. Then mommy went to grab a diet coke, because I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0KST4GaI/AAAAAAAACRw/u3fMXyiXb_0/s1600-h/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0KST4GaI/AAAAAAAACRw/u3fMXyiXb_0/s400/Picture+194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433016983043447202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0KFBOgVI/AAAAAAAACRo/HaOVIAqptbI/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0KFBOgVI/AAAAAAAACRo/HaOVIAqptbI/s400/Picture+195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433016979475562834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0JhgN1MI/AAAAAAAACRg/p5gnSetaMKc/s1600-h/Picture+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0JhgN1MI/AAAAAAAACRg/p5gnSetaMKc/s400/Picture+196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433016969941865666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0JOMKxjI/AAAAAAAACRY/yMonipj_Sno/s1600-h/Picture+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2X0JOMKxjI/AAAAAAAACRY/yMonipj_Sno/s400/Picture+198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433016964757505586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4262323247690892909?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4262323247690892909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4262323247690892909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4262323247690892909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4262323247690892909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-in-forecast.html' title='SNOW in the forecast!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XyUxcp6CI/AAAAAAAACRQ/e1aTfS7uWV4/s72-c/Picture+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6079924082327376107</id><published>2010-01-31T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:42:43.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moby...He'll LOVE it!</title><content type='html'>I had a friend recommend this &lt;a href="http://www.mobywrap.com/"&gt;MOBY WRAP&lt;/a&gt;. I read reviews, and got other recommendations, and ordered one right away. It sat in our storage for 5 months... before we actually got to use it. Smith LOVES this thing. He instantly falls asleep, and frees up my arms to do whatever I need. I will put the Moby on at the beginning of the day, and then drive with it on, and put him in it when we get where ever. The grocery store, moms groups, the mall, Noras dance class, church activities. It is really great! So, it is my "PRODUCT" pay it forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XqMJjZbtI/AAAAAAAACQo/6h-rNxQ6tU8/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XqMJjZbtI/AAAAAAAACQo/6h-rNxQ6tU8/s400/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433006019936087762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XqLYDDxhI/AAAAAAAACQg/cEjI0sQFAS4/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XqLYDDxhI/AAAAAAAACQg/cEjI0sQFAS4/s400/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433006006647113234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he is getting to the age, that he will be spoiled by it soon, so I have to use it less at home, and more when we are out and about. Tough love goes a long way! and is much easier with baby number two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6079924082327376107?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6079924082327376107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6079924082327376107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6079924082327376107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6079924082327376107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/mobyhell-love-it.html' title='Moby...He&apos;ll LOVE it!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2XqMJjZbtI/AAAAAAAACQo/6h-rNxQ6tU8/s72-c/Picture+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7149137642520382628</id><published>2010-01-28T10:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:26:54.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smith is MIGHTY!</title><content type='html'>Joel wanted to name Smith, "MIGHTY". Really, no joke! He thought that if you have a name like "MIGHTY" then you will go on to do "MIGHTY" things in life. I am glad we didn't name him that, but I think that he would have fit the name, if we had. When Smith was 4 days old, he had to be re-admitted because of Jaundice. I stayed with him over night to nurse him. It was very emotional, and scary for me. It was totally routine, and happens all the time, but I was still a wreck! I wanted to be at HOME with my baby. When he left the hospital the first time, his belirubin score was 11, normal. When he was admitted 4 days later is was 22, WAY above normal. Our goal was to get the score back to 11, 12, 13ish. In order to test the score, every 4 hours he had to have his foot pricked, and then squished to fill a vile of blood. It was traumatic for him and I both! Every 4 hours, I had to go visit the snack bar, or vending machines. I couldn't be in ear shot, or I would attack like a momma bear! By the next morning his score was 13. He is mighty! His poor poor little tiny foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GpH_C4SnI/AAAAAAAACP4/ftM-8_cyoJ4/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GpH_C4SnI/AAAAAAAACP4/ftM-8_cyoJ4/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431808580233218674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first day at church, Joel was able to administer Smiths blessing. Something all babies receive in our church. It is where he was given his name, and a few other blessings daddy thought were appropriate for him. It was no surprise that the word "MIGHTY" was used, but not for his name, phew! Smith looked precious on his blessing day, so I had to steal a few shots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GrKPku7xI/AAAAAAAACQI/z5PkxfjcBU0/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GrKPku7xI/AAAAAAAACQI/z5PkxfjcBU0/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431810818053173010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GrJliEwwI/AAAAAAAACQA/OUcraKZg1Q0/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GrJliEwwI/AAAAAAAACQA/OUcraKZg1Q0/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431810806767731458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu and Papa made it down for the special event, and to meet their new grandson! Papa participated in the blessing too. Thank you dad! And we caught our first family of four photo. The big bags under my eyes, say it all! I really try to look put together, but at times, there is not enough concealer in the world! It's ok... you can judge me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GsH-k97PI/AAAAAAAACQY/S4vsc8dTPXI/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GsH-k97PI/AAAAAAAACQY/S4vsc8dTPXI/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431811878642642162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GsHUUQF-I/AAAAAAAACQQ/eRf8KnL-HQo/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GsHUUQF-I/AAAAAAAACQQ/eRf8KnL-HQo/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431811867298240482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7149137642520382628?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7149137642520382628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7149137642520382628&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7149137642520382628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7149137642520382628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/smith-is-mighty.html' title='Smith is MIGHTY!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GpH_C4SnI/AAAAAAAACP4/ftM-8_cyoJ4/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6015431235148279853</id><published>2010-01-28T09:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:59:23.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los dulces</title><content type='html'>... means "candy" in Spanish. Our friends vacationed in Mexico over the holidays, and brought us back some los dulces. It's an acquired taste! Lots of hot chile. We tried it all though, and enjoyed Noras discussed reaction. It's the thought that counts, and we are so glad you thought of us... Thanks Cisneros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlzFc_O4I/AAAAAAAACPg/is8uOIJk8LE/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlzFc_O4I/AAAAAAAACPg/is8uOIJk8LE/s400/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431804922641202050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlylO6RNI/AAAAAAAACPY/Y9q3WGSxWuI/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlylO6RNI/AAAAAAAACPY/Y9q3WGSxWuI/s400/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431804913992221906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlyUBbyxI/AAAAAAAACPQ/QkN2uY5TgY4/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlyUBbyxI/AAAAAAAACPQ/QkN2uY5TgY4/s400/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431804909372295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2Gl0GR6qZI/AAAAAAAACPw/TkjJW244xpI/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2Gl0GR6qZI/AAAAAAAACPw/TkjJW244xpI/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431804940043069842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlzjBzLtI/AAAAAAAACPo/LAY336bmQzo/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlzjBzLtI/AAAAAAAACPo/LAY336bmQzo/s400/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431804930580229842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6015431235148279853?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6015431235148279853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6015431235148279853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6015431235148279853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6015431235148279853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/los-dulces.html' title='Los dulces'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GlzFc_O4I/AAAAAAAACPg/is8uOIJk8LE/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7954985779555073737</id><published>2010-01-28T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:44:41.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL men wear pink!</title><content type='html'>While at Target last night, I found a bargin! I love bargins, but this one had to be approved by daddy. You see, when I had Nora, I made sure to get mostly gender neutral "stuff". My sister in law let me borrow a bouncy seat for Nora, so we didn't have one for Smith. So when I found this deal at Target, and it was pink... I weighed the pros and cons, called Joel, and he said what every wife wants to hear during this phone call, "Whatever makes you happy."So we bought it, and set it up for our little man. Even though it's pink, we still think he looks good in it, although... he may think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GiiogUVlI/AAAAAAAACPI/S1OKfTX5IbE/s1600-h/Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GiiogUVlI/AAAAAAAACPI/S1OKfTX5IbE/s400/Picture+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431801341457749586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7954985779555073737?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7954985779555073737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7954985779555073737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7954985779555073737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7954985779555073737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/real-men-wear-pink.html' title='REAL men wear pink!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S2GiiogUVlI/AAAAAAAACPI/S1OKfTX5IbE/s72-c/Picture+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6147973376871302635</id><published>2010-01-28T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:34:42.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noraism: Wishing on a Star</title><content type='html'>Last night Nora and I had a "girls night out". She got to stay up late, and was able to tell us where to go, and what to do. She chose to go to Target, (that's my girl), and wanted to get Princess and Frog panties. With Princess Frog on the brain: we left the house, and it was dark out. Very VERY rarely does my child exist outside when it is dark. She usually turns into a pumpkin around 7pm. But last night she saw some stars in the sky, and was EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora: Mommy, what do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: I wish for a happy daughter, who listens to her mommy! Nora, what do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;Nora: I wish for curly hair! A ring from my prince, and Princess and Frog panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought the princess thing was a phase, and maybe it is... but will this phase go away before she thinks she really truly is a princess? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6147973376871302635?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6147973376871302635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6147973376871302635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6147973376871302635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6147973376871302635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/noraism-wishing-on-star.html' title='Noraism: Wishing on a Star'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3594508611233263705</id><published>2010-01-17T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:45:26.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets call it... UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou98UkA3I/AAAAAAAACPA/kbq62mndwwc/s1600-h/Picture+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou98UkA3I/AAAAAAAACPA/kbq62mndwwc/s400/Picture+290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427874355099206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou9R1ExiI/AAAAAAAACO4/LOlGU1ocTRM/s1600-h/Picture+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou9R1ExiI/AAAAAAAACO4/LOlGU1ocTRM/s400/Picture+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427874343692846626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou9LgCwkI/AAAAAAAACOw/7bsTCkxmdiQ/s1600-h/Picture+320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou9LgCwkI/AAAAAAAACOw/7bsTCkxmdiQ/s400/Picture+320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427874341994021442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou8kxS0AI/AAAAAAAACOo/fqbgUeU4jyI/s1600-h/Picture+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou8kxS0AI/AAAAAAAACOo/fqbgUeU4jyI/s400/Picture+358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427874331597393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3594508611233263705?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3594508611233263705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3594508611233263705&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3594508611233263705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3594508611233263705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-call-it-untitled.html' title='Lets call it... UNTITLED'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1Ou98UkA3I/AAAAAAAACPA/kbq62mndwwc/s72-c/Picture+290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3317736555638066032</id><published>2010-01-17T18:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:27:47.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward...</title><content type='html'>How sad, that I haven't blogged in a really long time. We will see how long my favorite little boy gives me, before he beckons me, aka... my yumminess!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to blog about something that brought tears to my eyes, and I couldn't wait another moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went to dinner with some very dear friends of ours. We were celebrating Joe's birthday! Yay... Happy Birthday JOE!!! We love you!!! Anyways, we went to his favorite place. I local/trendy/happening place that we have never been before, but we loved. Five 01 City Grill. We have Lulu and papa in town, so we left them home with Nora, which they loved, but the birthday boy was less in love with! (Nora and Joe are like BFFs, or something!!!) Smith made his first public appearance! So, Saturday night, three couples, new baby, fun restraint. While our friend Dana was holding, googling over Smith, the table next to ours, was also admiring/googling over him. They were 2 beautiful women in their early-mid 60s (was my guess), they looked like they could be sisters, but also best friends. They asked about Smith, how old, how big, the usual... and then one of the women proceeded to tell us about her 42year old baby, who is 240 lbs, and 6ft 2. I could tell that she was either an amazing grandma, or had a BIG mommas boy somewhere. She left to use the restroom, and stopped to talk personally to me about her baby, and how beautiful she thought Smith was. She went out of her way to make me feel very special. I was touched. As they left, they again stopped to talk to us, and gave a little bit of mommy advice, which I always think is precious. I kept thinking what a sweet lady she was, and that she really made me feel warm and fuzzy with her special comments. If I could adopt a local grammy... she is who I would look for! =) After the women were long and gone, our waitress came to our table, and said, "The women at the table, were so impressed with your party, and they thought you were all so happy, and such beautiful families, they picked up your bill." Now, I have heard of these sort of things happening, but never has it ever happened to me. I felt like the poor distraught waitress that was left $100.00 tip. Our whole party was so ecstatic. It was such a nice gesture. It was nice that we got out of having to pay, but what was even nicer, was that she made it a point to make me feel good. She could have left without paying our bill, and I would have been just as impressed with her generosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometime this week, I will pay it forward, and I would encourage anyone else to do the same. It doesn't have to cost any money, or it could cost as much as you can afford. Just the fact, that you can make someone else feel good about themselves in such a simple way. These are just a few pictures. The guys... The girls... and the booth of 2 special ladies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OoYihKsfI/AAAAAAAACOQ/L_FBrKBpMZY/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OoYihKsfI/AAAAAAAACOQ/L_FBrKBpMZY/s400/Joe%27s+Birthday+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427867115447824882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OqnBmrR7I/AAAAAAAACOg/zZWvM0yxmz8/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OqnBmrR7I/AAAAAAAACOg/zZWvM0yxmz8/s400/Joe%27s+Birthday+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427869563333855154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OoYHaOxsI/AAAAAAAACOI/J097mVERP1A/s1600-h/Joe%27s+Birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OoYHaOxsI/AAAAAAAACOI/J097mVERP1A/s400/Joe%27s+Birthday+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427867108170974914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3317736555638066032?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3317736555638066032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3317736555638066032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3317736555638066032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3317736555638066032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/S1OoYihKsfI/AAAAAAAACOQ/L_FBrKBpMZY/s72-c/Joe%27s+Birthday+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1415457337212047409</id><published>2009-12-30T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:16:53.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve...</title><content type='html'>Yes, the day we were sent home from the hospital was Christmas Eve. It was such an exciting time for us all. Not only was Santa coming over, but so was the baby brother. When we left the hospital, Smith checked out perfect. His tests all came back great, and his levels were all normal. His billirubin level was at 11, which is normal. (More later) Nora was ecstatic to see Smith and I both. Because of the swine flu, there is a ban on anyone under 18 entering the hospital, including siblings of newborns. So it was really sad for me not to see her for a few days. She was excited to see us both, but I think she was more happy to see Smith, or as she says, "Scooby Doo and Smith". She thinks we should all have two names. I am "Mommy, and Kirstynn", she is, "Nora and Moo Child" (some name Joel came up with, don't ask...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztxULYTypI/AAAAAAAACN4/KjQAXh1lKwo/s1600-h/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztxULYTypI/AAAAAAAACN4/KjQAXh1lKwo/s400/Picture+203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421051167936596626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora loved the baby Jesus story. We talked about it every night, and she had her own little figurines that she played with. Sometimes the princess would make an appearance at the stable, but we tried to keep it as reverent as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztxT7UbhoI/AAAAAAAACNw/OzbftDp7iKM/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztxT7UbhoI/AAAAAAAACNw/OzbftDp7iKM/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421051163625358978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve our great friends Candice and Joe brought over Christmas dinner. And not just any dinner... this was a special dinner, and I was honored, that they chose us to share it with. Candices "Nana" is a very old Mexican woman living in SanDiego, and although I have never met Nana, Candice speaks of her very highly, and I can't help to think if we ever met, that I would love her as well. She makes tamales. It is a very labor intensive project, but every year for Christmas she spends hours making hundreds of these yummy mexican food. Because she loves her _______ so much, she shipped several dozen to Candice here in Virginia. And yup... you guessed it, they shared some with us. They were incredibly delicious, and I could have not asked for a better dinner my first night home. WAIT... the only thing that wold have made it better would have been some of my Nana's labor intensive apple cookies, or maybe a few cannolis, or oohh... maybe- stop... I can't eat like I used to be able to. I have to focus on getting this belly in shape... but if I could have just one more tamale, and one cannoli, then I would be the luckiest gal there is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztvnjW6OsI/AAAAAAAACNo/nJ1QtZ6V9v8/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049301767436994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztvnjW6OsI/AAAAAAAACNo/nJ1QtZ6V9v8/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztvnGDdHeI/AAAAAAAACNg/TgD4Cxsq5c0/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049293901209058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztvnGDdHeI/AAAAAAAACNg/TgD4Cxsq5c0/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Nora went to sleep on Christmas eve, she opened a pair of jammies from her lulu and papa. And we set out a treat for the Jolly man himself, and his reindeer. I was so tickled at how smart my kid can be sometimes. We asked her what we should leave for the reindeer. She said, "Breakfast". I thought... well, that's silly, and asked her, "What kind of breakfast?" She said, "Oatmeal". Oh, well I guess reindeer do eat oats... so we left the reindeer a dish of rolled oats. They are messier than carrots, but I think they enjoyed the grainy break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztvmjQzjxI/AAAAAAAACNY/8zBkn-vdoSo/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049284561964818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztvmjQzjxI/AAAAAAAACNY/8zBkn-vdoSo/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4165071916544042682-1415457337212047409?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1415457337212047409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1415457337212047409&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1415457337212047409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1415457337212047409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SztxULYTypI/AAAAAAAACN4/KjQAXh1lKwo/s72-c/Picture+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2330555738898295819</id><published>2009-12-24T21:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:58:10.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all angels...</title><content type='html'>As I sit here on Christmas Eve,I have a hard time not reflecting on the Angel Gabriel that warned Mary and Joseph that they would bring a Savior into the world. And that his name would be Jesus. From that warning, world changing events continued to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I married the love of my life, my world changed. It changed once again, when we brought a darling daughter into it. And again, our world changed when we delivered our boy on Tuesday evening. To say that angels were present, would be a total and complete understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went to bed on Monday night, we knew the events that were to transpire the next day. We had a plan. With very little sleep that night, morning came. We received a phone call at 6ish am, that slightly dampened our plans for Nora. We had 15 minutes to come up with a new plan for her day. That new plan came in the form an angel named Kathy. Kathy (a teenager from church) received a phone call VERY early, asking if she could spend the day with Nora, so we could deliver the baby. We rushed to pick her up, and left her with our sleeping daughter. Already, my heart started to break. Knowing that Nora would be fine, I felt sad that her day had changed already, and I didn't even have the chance to explain it to her. Oh well, I couldn't worry about that right now. I had other things to think about... PUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and I arrived at the hospital, checked in, and met my nurse. She wasn't the angel that my grandma was when I was in labor the first time, but she was the next best angel in line. I know my grandma sent her to me. This angels name was Janice. Janices daughter had a baby the day before, so she was in grandma mode. Around 9am, Janice and the attending, broke my water. They were seemingly surprised by the amount of water that was released. "Much much more water then usual." All that meant to me, was maybe a smaller baby? Less weight to lose later? PUSH!!! It was another hour until they checked me. I had dilated another cm, but hadn't felt any contractions. They started the petocin at a very low dosage. Another hour went by, and NOTHING. So they upped the petocin. OH WOW! OW! I have a very low tolerance for pain, so as soon as there was a contraction that made me cry, I ordered my epidural. Am I glad that I did! Meet angel number 3... Kevin. Kevin was the anestesis. When he showed up, I wanted to kiss him. Then I explained to him my epidural story from my first delivery. I felt that it didn't take the first time, and the deliver was way more painful then it could have been. So, he was aware of my desires. LITTLE TO NO PAIN! Kevin was happy to oblige, and was so excited to make all my painless dreams come true. While he was administering the epidural, he received 3 more orders from other patients. So, I was glad that I called when I did. PHEW! The drugs did its job... for a little while. When the labor increased, so did the pain. Janice was not comfortable with how heavy I had to breath through the contractions. So, she called Kevin, and asked him to come back. He came back, and administered some more of something WONDERFUL! With no pain at all, we were preparing to start pushing. The babies heart rate was very low when I laid on my left side, so they were very cautious of the numbers on the monitor. Around 4pm, my angel friend Candice arrived. I had invited her to be a part of our day, and she arrived at the perfect time. Her and her husband are celebrities in our house but today, they were both angles. Nora loves her husband Joe. It made me so happy that I would have a friend there during this event. She was in charge of the camera, which was another reason I needed her there. I had a midwife that had been checking up on me, and when it was time to push, at 4:30pm, she was right there. She told me that the baby was in position, and that position was... FACE UP. She had a fancy term for it... O.P. or P.O. one of those. I guess I wasn't too concerned, because I had no feeling whatsoever. I started pushing, or what I thought was pushing... it is an odd feeling, when you are told to push, and you can't really feel it. Again, this was new for me. This sort of painless, "feeless" pushing went on for a good hour. I was told, "You're doing so good! You're great! Good job!" All the things that an amazing angel-like husband is supposed to say. Janice also helped to motivate me during this process. After pushing for what seemed like FOREVER! I asked them to... are you ready for this... I asked them to take the epidural off. I was worried that I would continue pushing for hours and hours, and I just wanted to get this over with! So, they took me off the epidural. Then I started screaming, and maybe cursing a couple of times. The doctor came in to check on us. He was the jolliest, roundest, cutest, ob I have ever seen in my life! Such a doll! Or should I say, such an angel! My only fear was how big his hands and arms were. Especially when they said, he was going to flip the baby. I guess that newer/younger doctors don't like to "flip" the baby, they just take the mom in for a c-section. So, I am so blessed that it worked out the way it did. So, now it was just a matter of pushing my brains out, without eyeballs popping out of my head! At some point, Dr. Big hands Jolly, decided we needed to use the vacuum. At that time, I didn't even care, what they did, this kid had to get out! Dr. Jolly used the vacuum with all his strength, twice, and on the third try, he was out. When I delivered Nora the experience was beautiful, spiritual, emotional, less physical, and I was so happy the first minute of her life. With this delivery... I was exhausted, angry, in pain, it was a totally different experience. It took a few minutes, but once I had processed with just happened, I was a new person, and I had just brought a new person into this world. Smith David Evans was born at 6:30pm on Tuesday December 22nd, 2009. He weighed 7lbs and 3oz. He was really 7lbs and 2.8oz... bit I am taking credit for 3oz. Here are some pictures from the day. I am quite behind in posting this, and since I see the light at the end of the blogging tunnel, I am going to quickly put the pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angles that were present on that day, made it possible to bring Smith in this world with more ease and comfort. Had it not been for the numerous prayers and support throughout the country, a few angels may have not shown up. The most amazing angel of the day, was my brand new baby boy. He only sleeps, eats, and poops, but he does it cuter than any other baby I know! He has brought so much joy in our home. His older sister is so protective of him. She wears hand sanitizer around her neck, and uses it often, and offers it to all who come visit. She has her grandparents in town for the week, so I am a little more forgiving of her sudden hearing disorder. Maybe next week she will be able to listen better. For this week, I will admit... I feel a little guilty sticking her in a deserved time out. So, thank you for all the many thoughts and prayers that our friends and family pour out to us. We are sooo blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last picture of my tummy before it disappears! (And by disappears, I mean babyless... by no means did it disappear... YET!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy4Qi8_AI/AAAAAAAACLg/OT0tS3YVdRo/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420771412333624322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy4Qi8_AI/AAAAAAAACLg/OT0tS3YVdRo/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathing through contractions... I still had a sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy48p26TI/AAAAAAAACLo/DVsFQHx-N-E/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420771424173746482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy48p26TI/AAAAAAAACLo/DVsFQHx-N-E/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the greatest coach. He was awesome, and continues to be dad, cook, mom, cleaner, and Prince Naveen. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy5XY2MoI/AAAAAAAACLw/T0Z4x8IBw3w/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420771431350153858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy5XY2MoI/AAAAAAAACLw/T0Z4x8IBw3w/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathing through contractions... steady as a rock!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy571o6-I/AAAAAAAACL4/DjIBMNBPcHU/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420771441134595042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy571o6-I/AAAAAAAACL4/DjIBMNBPcHU/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH BOY! No sense of humor... I didn't know I had veins in my forehead that made me look so tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy6WMmKyI/AAAAAAAACMA/_f9UKYHMQrc/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420771448210205474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy6WMmKyI/AAAAAAAACMA/_f9UKYHMQrc/s400/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this was my first reaction when they put Smith on me. It is a very honest photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpzlcwfY4I/AAAAAAAACMI/fxDBAkA4TuE/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772188705743746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpzlcwfY4I/AAAAAAAACMI/fxDBAkA4TuE/s400/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said...  7lbs 3oz sounds so much tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpzloCYBsI/AAAAAAAACMQ/m1uVtjrRc-M/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772191733548738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpzloCYBsI/AAAAAAAACMQ/m1uVtjrRc-M/s400/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Collecting foot prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpzmHkm2iI/AAAAAAAACMY/8ARO6sVixsw/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772200198625826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpzmHkm2iI/AAAAAAAACMY/8ARO6sVixsw/s400/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Jolly... do you see the size of those HANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpzmqol80I/AAAAAAAACMg/6hO1M28eaAw/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772209610584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpzmqol80I/AAAAAAAACMg/6hO1M28eaAw/s400/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me yelling... "KELLY CLARKSON!!!" Ripping off my epidural felt like a back wax would feel. But it felt so much better than what I had just done, so it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpznAMLhhI/AAAAAAAACMo/ImLfxz6iPa0/s1600-h/Picture+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772215396992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SzpznAMLhhI/AAAAAAAACMo/ImLfxz6iPa0/s400/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janice. Super awesome wonderful nurse. She will for sure be in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0KCP_PvI/AAAAAAAACMw/kjxm8VUSzsA/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772817245257458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0KCP_PvI/AAAAAAAACMw/kjxm8VUSzsA/s400/Picture+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Daddy cried. He didn't cry the first time, so I think he was emotional and happy for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0KXt058I/AAAAAAAACM4/SO-iObJt-Mc/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772823007553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0KXt058I/AAAAAAAACM4/SO-iObJt-Mc/s400/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candice... she is amazing, and what she just witnessed made us even better friends. I hope I didn't scare her out of having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0K2WDjgI/AAAAAAAACNA/-2g4tP0FdG0/s1600-h/Picture+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772831229349378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0K2WDjgI/AAAAAAAACNA/-2g4tP0FdG0/s400/Picture+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Joe... if my kids ever show up missing, we will send the police there first. Of course they will kick and scream that they have to come back home. Joe is way more fun than mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0LN1XAeI/AAAAAAAACNI/IRFdJMPjEoI/s1600-h/Picture+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772837534663138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0LN1XAeI/AAAAAAAACNI/IRFdJMPjEoI/s400/Picture+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little bundle. Our Christmas miracle. Our newest addition in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0LlJJhBI/AAAAAAAACNQ/bEPEMNW175Y/s1600-h/Picture+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420772843791680530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szp0LlJJhBI/AAAAAAAACNQ/bEPEMNW175Y/s400/Picture+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2330555738898295819?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2330555738898295819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2330555738898295819&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2330555738898295819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2330555738898295819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/12/calling-all-angels.html' title='Calling all angels...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Szpy4Qi8_AI/AAAAAAAACLg/OT0tS3YVdRo/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8535742496598701257</id><published>2009-12-19T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:01:30.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy was I wrong!</title><content type='html'>I haven't left the house for three days now! I have just been home prepping my "nest"!!! There have been reports of snow, but I though, nah... not here. Tonight I felt like I should take a walk on the beach to maybe get some fresh air, and hopefully feel some stronger contractions. When I opened the door, I almost cried!!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sy2FOK_2NlI/AAAAAAAACLY/39nLnE8BjAE/s1600-h/DSC_1270%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sy2FOK_2NlI/AAAAAAAACLY/39nLnE8BjAE/s400/DSC_1270%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417132405313386066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHHYYY??? From what I hear, people down here do not know how to drive in the snow, and although I would like to think I am a seasoned pro, I don't want to risk getting in a wreck with some local driver! That would be bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8535742496598701257?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8535742496598701257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8535742496598701257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8535742496598701257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8535742496598701257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-was-i-wrong.html' title='Boy was I wrong!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sy2FOK_2NlI/AAAAAAAACLY/39nLnE8BjAE/s72-c/DSC_1270%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5122150689838595623</id><published>2009-12-13T19:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:35:10.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random GOING ons...</title><content type='html'>Lets hope this is my last post "with child"! I am not due for two more weeks, but I will be demanding induction this week! Last week I was diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://www.aad.org/public/publications/pamphlets/common_pruritus.html"&gt;pruritus&lt;/a&gt;. Basically a kidney problem that allows salts to pass through, and cause my skin to itch. I have been itching so bad, that I am getting sores. The prescribed me a steroid, and some prescription strength antihistamine. The steriods are only a week long prescription, and have not helped at all. And The antihistamines knock me out cold, so I can only take them at night when I am not needed in any other capacity. The only real solution is to deliver the baby. While watching A Baby Story, there was a girl that had the same condition, and they induced her two weeks early. So... here's to hoping. Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other happenings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a couple more craft projects. I have to say as of lately, it is really nice, to sit.... and just work on a project. It is my way of relaxing! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOQgjht9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/tR7fu92asxw/s1600-h/DSC_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOQgjht9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/tR7fu92asxw/s400/DSC_1269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414890541250885586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOQPz4ImI/AAAAAAAACJw/IkNQJkBCdrc/s1600-h/DSC_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOQPz4ImI/AAAAAAAACJw/IkNQJkBCdrc/s400/DSC_1260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414890536756060770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOPim46kI/AAAAAAAACJo/ULJwxp_wQ8c/s1600-h/CSC_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOPim46kI/AAAAAAAACJo/ULJwxp_wQ8c/s400/CSC_1049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414890524621990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOPcwPauI/AAAAAAAACJg/YFvlOQce3T8/s1600-h/DSC_1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOPcwPauI/AAAAAAAACJg/YFvlOQce3T8/s400/DSC_1048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414890523050601186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend the three and a half of us went to the aquarium. They had some fun things going on, and Joel rarely gets to go with us, so it was fun to show him all the new things there! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRX3lF7RI/AAAAAAAACKY/Th5pzL42bOs/s1600-h/DSC_1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRX3lF7RI/AAAAAAAACKY/Th5pzL42bOs/s400/DSC_1115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414893966225435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRXafK_6I/AAAAAAAACKQ/Q9SbIa7b8_Q/s1600-h/DSC_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRXafK_6I/AAAAAAAACKQ/Q9SbIa7b8_Q/s400/DSC_1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414893958415974306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRXI5Z1dI/AAAAAAAACKI/InVECuF13b4/s1600-h/DSC_1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRXI5Z1dI/AAAAAAAACKI/InVECuF13b4/s400/DSC_1106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414893953694160338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRWip6AVI/AAAAAAAACKA/DxmgEMHyY2M/s1600-h/DSC_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWRWip6AVI/AAAAAAAACKA/DxmgEMHyY2M/s400/DSC_1082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414893943428612434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Joel and Nora were playing, while I was crafting, and Joel was singing sooo loud. I had Joel grab the camera, and take a shot of Nora's reaction. Then Nora started singing, using my pump apparatus as a megaphone. The two of them... crack me up! I am sure the neighbors think we are nuts, but I would much rather my house be filled with LOUD SONG, then loud unfriendliness. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWSSTb8CQI/AAAAAAAACKo/zYFKBNaoVVw/s1600-h/CSC_1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWSSTb8CQI/AAAAAAAACKo/zYFKBNaoVVw/s400/CSC_1094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414894970135644418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWSR_tRasI/AAAAAAAACKg/eFN_jCpez7k/s1600-h/DSC_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWSR_tRasI/AAAAAAAACKg/eFN_jCpez7k/s400/DSC_1077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414894964839639746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Joel take some pictures of me. He is practicing, because while I am delivering, he is going to have to coach me, update my FB, and take pictures. So, he will be pretty busy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWTLTkDllI/AAAAAAAACK4/6hkDPd529Qw/s1600-h/DSC_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWTLTkDllI/AAAAAAAACK4/6hkDPd529Qw/s400/DSC_1135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895949422237266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWTLH706bI/AAAAAAAACKw/BDKpdhzAv1c/s1600-h/CSC_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWTLH706bI/AAAAAAAACKw/BDKpdhzAv1c/s400/CSC_1247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895946300713394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the only real thing going on is CHRISTMAS. We haven't really planned anything. We are so excited to have our family from Michigan come. We went to meet Santa. Since Jesus received 3 presents on Christmas, Santa will be bringing 3 presents for our kids each year. This year, Nora asked him for, "1)Princess and Frog toy, with the prince 2) Walking Sleeping Beauty, (no idea what that is???) 3) A babeeee brutter."  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWVLefboRI/AAAAAAAACLA/_BxUi3m19Vg/s1600-h/CSC_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWVLefboRI/AAAAAAAACLA/_BxUi3m19Vg/s400/CSC_1248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414898151378886930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. I made myself a treat today, that will hopefully bring me the luck that I need this week. So, I better start in on it!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWVxYPa0yI/AAAAAAAACLI/MpINeqMWuCw/s1600-h/DSC_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWVxYPa0yI/AAAAAAAACLI/MpINeqMWuCw/s400/DSC_1245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414898802536141602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES mom... I will probably eat most of it, and of course I will share with Joel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5122150689838595623?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5122150689838595623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5122150689838595623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5122150689838595623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5122150689838595623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-going-ons.html' title='Random GOING ons...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SyWOQgjht9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/tR7fu92asxw/s72-c/DSC_1269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7809347036663953864</id><published>2009-11-29T18:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:28:18.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week to be Thankful for!</title><content type='html'>Having mom and dad here, was like having an extra pair of hands! I was able to "NEST" almost the whole week. I got lots of house work done, decorating, preparations, shopping, date night, plus some other fun things. For Thanksgiving Dinner, we decided that we would rather go out to eat, and save the trouble of all the preparations, and clean up. Of course that also meant, no left overs, but I think it was worth it. My parents found this amazing Thanksgiving Buffet at a Marriott on the water. It was beautiful! The selection was amazing! The dessert didn't have pumpkin pie, (its a southern thing, only sweet potato), but it did have a chocolate fountain, with all the fixings, plus lots of other yummieness. Lulu and Papa got Nora a new video, and she watched it after she ate her dinner, and the rest of us just kept eating. Plate after plate... we dirtied our share of dishes, so I was glad that we weren't at home. After dinner, I found the amazing lobby, with these amazing loungers! AHHHH... full tummy, and even a place to rest. The rest of the family went exploring, ships, and other cool attractions. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPj_tuu4I/AAAAAAAACJQ/MrTUs1K-c54/s1600/DSC_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPj_tuu4I/AAAAAAAACJQ/MrTUs1K-c54/s400/DSC_0999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409684688475175810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPjTY4vYI/AAAAAAAACJI/fed__LLFNDA/s1600/DSC_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPjTY4vYI/AAAAAAAACJI/fed__LLFNDA/s400/DSC_0960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409684676576591234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPjMP0GEI/AAAAAAAACJA/Akl-i5JEPhk/s1600/CSC_1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPjMP0GEI/AAAAAAAACJA/Akl-i5JEPhk/s400/CSC_1035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409684674659489858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, only 4 more weeks before the due date of this baby. Ironically, I have been feeling better as of last week, then I have my entire pregnancy. I am finally taking some medication that has a handle on my heartburn, and food has never tasted sooo good. My mom was appalled when on black Friday I downed 2 whole Panera Bread bagels. I will not feel guilty for eating more than my share of food for the rest of my pregnancy. I have only gained 9lbs, so how bad can it get? I had Joel take a few pictures, which he hates doing, and I hate posting, but I should really do it anyway! My doctor appointments are now every week, so I will know more and more each passing week. We have everything set up, and ready, so I THINK I am ready for his arrival. Emotionally, I am not sure that I will ever be ready, but physically, we are just waiting. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPkEaBtFI/AAAAAAAACJY/LKwCajxHmEU/s1600/DSC_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPkEaBtFI/AAAAAAAACJY/LKwCajxHmEU/s400/DSC_1013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409684689734710354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some more of my crafty pictures this week. I am having so much fun with modge podge, and hot glue! I can't wait to show you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7809347036663953864?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7809347036663953864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7809347036663953864&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7809347036663953864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7809347036663953864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='A week to be Thankful for!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SxMPj_tuu4I/AAAAAAAACJQ/MrTUs1K-c54/s72-c/DSC_0999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8749390732036560176</id><published>2009-11-29T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:59:52.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8749390732036560176?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8749390732036560176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8749390732036560176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8749390732036560176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8749390732036560176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7697271529567186245</id><published>2009-11-25T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:10:42.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy CRAFT!</title><content type='html'>My poor pathetic blog. SOOOOO sad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 30 shopping days left, and only 33 pregnant days left... I am so blessed to have my parents in town! They are here for the Thanksgiving holiday, but more importantly, they are here to get me ready for all the upcoming happiness! I finally realized, that I can craft! With help from all the crafty bloggers, and being too tired to do anything but sit or lay, I have been able to get a few things done. I am really proud of my accomplishments, and therefore, I must blog about it! There is not much I am getting done in my world right now, so these things make me feel completely useful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my Christmas wreath! I am having a very untraditional, color theme going on here. But, I love it. It was so easy, and fun to make, and I love pulling up to my house to this. I used leftover scrap book paper, glue, hot glue, and a styrafoam wreath. I think is goes great against the dark colored from door. I haven't noticed the neighbors stopping in the tracks yet... but I have a feeling, this baby could stop traffic. (HAH!!!) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9G2e-KI/AAAAAAAACIg/EJ4a2rUNnhQ/s1600/Picture+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9G2e-KI/AAAAAAAACIg/EJ4a2rUNnhQ/s400/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408133708980877474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next craft is more traditionally colored, but untraditionally assembled. Papa, and Nora, made this craft possible. Some hot glue, craft wire, an old frame from the thrift store, and cute little Christmas balls were all I needed to make this work of art. I am thinking I can leave the frame up, and Change out the center based on the seasons? We'll see how motivated I am in January??? But, just be looking for updates on the frame. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9syp0sI/AAAAAAAACIo/OB3KQhrbNG0/s1600/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9syp0sI/AAAAAAAACIo/OB3KQhrbNG0/s400/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408133719165358786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9xcr_GI/AAAAAAAACIw/dGAdNM8_T7g/s1600/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9xcr_GI/AAAAAAAACIw/dGAdNM8_T7g/s400/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408133720415403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M-bTJonI/AAAAAAAACI4/e6FXhXrMrkU/s1600/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M-bTJonI/AAAAAAAACI4/e6FXhXrMrkU/s400/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408133731649692274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more that are in the works, and maybe will be posted at a later time. I will make sure to take a belly picture when I inhale a half of turkey. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7697271529567186245?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7697271529567186245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7697271529567186245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7697271529567186245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7697271529567186245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-craft.html' title='Holy CRAFT!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sw2M9G2e-KI/AAAAAAAACIg/EJ4a2rUNnhQ/s72-c/Picture+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8078827946763777084</id><published>2009-11-14T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:42:53.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting closer!</title><content type='html'>We are almost there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-am-pregnant.com/1261987200" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="How`s my pregnancy doing?" src="http://www.i-am-pregnant.com/countdown/_foot/1261987200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8078827946763777084?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8078827946763777084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8078827946763777084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8078827946763777084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8078827946763777084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-closer.html' title='Getting closer!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1865433250483632263</id><published>2009-11-10T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:19:39.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Spice YUMMEENESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvmtAfhXH7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/UDNcS7n2Ah0/s1600-h/starbucks-pumpkin-spice-latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvmtAfhXH7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/UDNcS7n2Ah0/s400/starbucks-pumpkin-spice-latte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539451980652466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every moms group I go to, I hear all about, "Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes". One of my "besties" almost put her family in financial ruins because of the "Fall Favorite".  Since, I am not a coffee drinker, I decided to make my own, "Pumpkin Spice" concoction. I shared this with my bestie, and she is now on her way to financial freedom! Hahaha... Really, she told me it tastes "Exactly Like Starbucks". So for all the moms that love this drink, try it today. I love it even without the coffee. But, if you must, and I understand that people must have a, "MUST", (mine is my cold Diet Coke from a can at 4pm.) then go for it. But, if you aren't a coffee drinker, like probably 75% of my readers, then, "Cheers" for a non-coffee yummy treat. I will be making this for all my "Holiday Visitors". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons of Pumpkin puree&lt;br /&gt;1 Teaspoon of Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoon of white sugar, OR I hear Splenda is good too&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of milk, I used 2%, but skim, or whole, whatever your hips can afford&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Teaspoon of Pumpkin Pie Spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix this all together in a small saucepan. Whisk constantly for 5 minutes, then it will be nice a frothy, and ready to drink. Or, poor over your liking of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1865433250483632263?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1865433250483632263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1865433250483632263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1865433250483632263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1865433250483632263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-spice-yummeeness.html' title='Pumpkin Spice YUMMEENESS!!!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvmtAfhXH7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/UDNcS7n2Ah0/s72-c/starbucks-pumpkin-spice-latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6708106948827698349</id><published>2009-11-01T21:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:48:14.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 going on 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvXbRnnMGQI/AAAAAAAACIA/7cUAB4pZ_C0/s1600-h/DSC_0725%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvXbRnnMGQI/AAAAAAAACIA/7cUAB4pZ_C0/s400/DSC_0725%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401464423838390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think I would need to make this purchase until I was at least 50! Well, a recent doctor visit indicated otherwise. It is ironic, that someone in my condition (33 weeks pregnant) would need to be on so many pills! It is hard to keep track of. Is that because there are so many, or because I am getting so old, I can't remember which ones to take when? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prenatal Vitamin 1/day&lt;br /&gt;Iron Supplement 1/day&lt;br /&gt;Stool Softener 2/day&lt;br /&gt;Acid reducer 2/day&lt;br /&gt;Pepcid 2/day&lt;br /&gt;TUMS use in moderation, no more than 10/day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvXcSwsysXI/AAAAAAAACII/d0NoEzFuLRs/s1600-h/DSC_0732%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvXcSwsysXI/AAAAAAAACII/d0NoEzFuLRs/s400/DSC_0732%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401465542969307506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This better be one healthy baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6708106948827698349?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6708106948827698349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6708106948827698349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6708106948827698349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6708106948827698349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/11/30-going-on-50.html' title='30 going on 50'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SvXbRnnMGQI/AAAAAAAACIA/7cUAB4pZ_C0/s72-c/DSC_0725%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5706114253412124676</id><published>2009-10-20T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:23:36.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention that...</title><content type='html'>I have heartburn radiating out of my ears? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I ate a 20lb. turkey, and now I can't pass it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like I am wearing a fat suit that I can't take off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never ever hungry, but would love to eat everything I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than to crawl in a hole, and come out in 9 weeks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best daughter in the whole wide world!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a miracle taking over my body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my rib cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am less then 9 weeks from having our baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have neglected my blog a lot? I don't feel bad about that, but I feel bad for the poor grandparents, that only want to see their grand daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those poor grandparents nag me to update my blog every time we talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned into a BIG, FAT, pregnant couch potato, ever since the new seasons started? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up to pee 4-7 times per night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora makes me laugh at least a dozen times per day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband is learning the hard way how to put up with me being pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the greatest thing that ever happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, I thank my Heavenly Father for the blessings that he continues to pour upon me? I am not sure why he does, and I am constantly feeling inadequate, but I am truly blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because I do love the grandparents of my daughter... here are a few get them through the week... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SuecmZyOBYI/AAAAAAAACH4/7rrmX8uZmjQ/s1600-h/Picture+2966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SuecmZyOBYI/AAAAAAAACH4/7rrmX8uZmjQ/s400/Picture+2966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454861997311362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Suecl-msqUI/AAAAAAAACHw/n4lHyzA2SCA/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Suecl-msqUI/AAAAAAAACHw/n4lHyzA2SCA/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454854701230402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Suecla91OOI/AAAAAAAACHo/zSfgHE3Vt18/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Suecla91OOI/AAAAAAAACHo/zSfgHE3Vt18/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454845134584034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SueclGqqMqI/AAAAAAAACHg/iCyWsryoIeM/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SueclGqqMqI/AAAAAAAACHg/iCyWsryoIeM/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454839685460642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SueckaA4XrI/AAAAAAAACHY/wksGWX0xIKw/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SueckaA4XrI/AAAAAAAACHY/wksGWX0xIKw/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454827699068594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5706114253412124676?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5706114253412124676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5706114253412124676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5706114253412124676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5706114253412124676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-i-mention-that.html' title='Did I mention that...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SuecmZyOBYI/AAAAAAAACH4/7rrmX8uZmjQ/s72-c/Picture+2966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8843004774748976860</id><published>2009-10-13T15:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:58:01.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH... she never seems to disappoint!</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought today was not going to be a funny cute day, I found this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/StT23nTT8gI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7xrfYUHJ15g/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/StT23nTT8gI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7xrfYUHJ15g/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392206089172546050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her, "Where is the candy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/StT221HGcHI/AAAAAAAACHI/Qvx6SvUJK3I/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/StT221HGcHI/AAAAAAAACHI/Qvx6SvUJK3I/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392206075699556466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she managed to find my stash of kisses, and eat... 18 Hershey Kisses without me knowing, is beyond me. It's not even like I left her alone while I tried to nap today. WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats even more funny, is she keeps asking me for more, and I keep saying NO. And she says, "You say, NO, and I say YES!" Then she says, "You happy mommy?" YIPES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8843004774748976860?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8843004774748976860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8843004774748976860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8843004774748976860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8843004774748976860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-she-never-seems-to-disappoint.html' title='OH... she never seems to disappoint!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/StT23nTT8gI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7xrfYUHJ15g/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-9143208167101050063</id><published>2009-10-12T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:21:36.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 3!</title><content type='html'>Nora will be three this week. Since every day she does something pretty funny, this week, I will attempt to blog about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long weekend, I decided I REALLY needed a nap! I put Nora down for her nap, and today, she wanted NOTHING to do with it! So, I locked the front door, locked the back door, and told her that she needed to play quietly in her room. So, while she was "playing quietly" I got to take a little snooze. That was until... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora: "Mommy, wake up! You need to put Mulans dress on her!" &lt;br /&gt;Me: NORA, you need to play in your room, while mommy takes a nap. Please don't come out of your room. &lt;br /&gt;Nora: UUUGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after less then ten minutes, I was feeling too guilty to sleep! So, I just laid there, and listened to her play with her toys. She never ended up taking her nap. When daddy came home, we talked about her day. I asked her, &lt;br /&gt;Me: Did we have a good day?&lt;br /&gt;Nora: Daddy, mommy was very ANGRY at me.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Really, why was mommy angry?&lt;br /&gt;Nora: She made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Nora: She wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Did you let her sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Nora: Nope, and she was angry!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Why wouldn't you let her sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Nora: UUUGH! &lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Nora, Mommy is trying to grow a baby in her tummy. She needs lots of rest, and if she doesn't get rest, then she may become angry. &lt;br /&gt;Nora: But mommy didn't put Mulans dress on her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the conversation went on and on. And all I could hear was my mom saying, "Oh yeah, I'll show you angry!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to thinking about how tired I have been. I realize that when I have a newborn, I will be tired too, but I really hope it is a different kind of tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the newborn... he is due to arrive in eleven weeks! I have been feeling great, and only gained 10lbs so far! My new doctor is ecstatic every time she measures me! The baby makes a great mouse pad, and plate rest. I retract any statements that I have ever made about him being so gentle. As of the last few weeks, he doesn't want me to forget how snug he is in there. I'm thinking in the next few weeks, we will start making a few purchases for this guy. But for now, I think I will try to take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-9143208167101050063?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/9143208167101050063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=9143208167101050063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/9143208167101050063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/9143208167101050063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-3.html' title='Almost 3!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1838711723636835784</id><published>2009-10-05T14:34:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:42:50.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney... YIKES!</title><content type='html'>Halloween at Disney World is a crazy, fun experience! We are so lucky to have been able to go to their Halloween Party again this year. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joel's&lt;/span&gt; company comes with a few perks, and one of those perks, is an apartment to stay at right by Disney World in Orlando. We thought it would be a good time for us to go, before the baby comes. I was highly impressed with myself... which isn't really saying much, because I was worried weather of not I would be able to walk around so much. I guess when you apply a little bit of magic you never know what could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to the parks, we were able to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Joel's&lt;/span&gt; dad, and brother to see Joel's Grandpa. He has been really sick, they are moving back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Michigan&lt;/span&gt; this week. So we stopped by to see them, and we are so glad we did. Nora was in true fashion, entertaining and sweet. I think Grandma Patsy, and Grandpa were glad we stopped by. I was glad to get some family pictures for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;posterity's&lt;/span&gt; sake. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBd_YuPZI/AAAAAAAACDo/i-W07aA6kII/s1600-h/Picture+2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191887589358994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBd_YuPZI/AAAAAAAACDo/i-W07aA6kII/s400/Picture+2108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBdG_3DxI/AAAAAAAACDg/4WUGXxWpTaU/s1600-h/Picture+1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191872452693778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBdG_3DxI/AAAAAAAACDg/4WUGXxWpTaU/s400/Picture+1408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBcTCOOzI/AAAAAAAACDY/6qWZvxpv9cg/s1600-h/Picture+1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191858503957298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBcTCOOzI/AAAAAAAACDY/6qWZvxpv9cg/s400/Picture+1406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day at Disney we went to the Magic Kingdom. The weather was amazing. The rides were a BLAST! And those darn characters... NEVER &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;! Nora didn't really care who she met... she just loved them all. She did talk about meeting Ariel for a while, so we made sure to take care of that one first. And it worked out, because she was wearing her Ariel dress. Ariel wondered why she hasn't seen her is so long, and told her, that she really missed her, and LOVED her dress. Nora told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt; that she loved her BRA. Ariel doesn't wear the most modest clothing, but she lives, "Under the Sea", so she wears more clothing then some of the fish do. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspDpSvb-WI/AAAAAAAACDw/ujER68hMdTI/s1600-h/Picture+1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194280786721122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspDpSvb-WI/AAAAAAAACDw/ujER68hMdTI/s400/Picture+1423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots of some other meet and greets! All were very special, and worth any time we had to wait for them. Her happiness was priceless. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF6Hr5fSI/AAAAAAAACEQ/ul8U1NOXDqU/s1600-h/Picture+1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389196768900119842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF6Hr5fSI/AAAAAAAACEQ/ul8U1NOXDqU/s400/Picture+1436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF5lmcbYI/AAAAAAAACEI/5ciWtA18oQU/s1600-h/Picture+1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389196759750438274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF5lmcbYI/AAAAAAAACEI/5ciWtA18oQU/s400/Picture+1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF4wAXN8I/AAAAAAAACEA/adyTagTcCMQ/s1600-h/Picture+1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389196745363634114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF4wAXN8I/AAAAAAAACEA/adyTagTcCMQ/s400/Picture+1434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF4YH-yaI/AAAAAAAACD4/y1LcGebFBN8/s1600-h/Picture+1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389196738953136546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspF4YH-yaI/AAAAAAAACD4/y1LcGebFBN8/s400/Picture+1427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH2_AMGVI/AAAAAAAACE4/LUCNfN-fhXU/s1600-h/Picture+1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389198914052954450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH2_AMGVI/AAAAAAAACE4/LUCNfN-fhXU/s400/Picture+1542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH2bZMSxI/AAAAAAAACEw/RMsrJEi3rKM/s1600-h/Picture+1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389198904494148370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH2bZMSxI/AAAAAAAACEw/RMsrJEi3rKM/s400/Picture+1524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH1ur-s8I/AAAAAAAACEo/NsBYr98x58o/s1600-h/Picture+1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389198892493353922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH1ur-s8I/AAAAAAAACEo/NsBYr98x58o/s400/Picture+1591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH0zcHBlI/AAAAAAAACEg/OIPIw07E9dM/s1600-h/Picture+1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389198876589098578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH0zcHBlI/AAAAAAAACEg/OIPIw07E9dM/s400/Picture+1606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH0Uad5eI/AAAAAAAACEY/WXdy2Rqgpy8/s1600-h/Picture+1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389198868260709858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspH0Uad5eI/AAAAAAAACEY/WXdy2Rqgpy8/s400/Picture+1622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of pictures with my belly sticking in the picture. Because I didn't know if Joel was actually trying to get my belly in there, or if it was just sticking out, I thought I would post a tribute to the "Baby BUMP". &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKRu9P3TI/AAAAAAAACFg/RCm9qSth4FI/s1600-h/Picture+1506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201572625374514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKRu9P3TI/AAAAAAAACFg/RCm9qSth4FI/s400/Picture+1506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKQ8iJtTI/AAAAAAAACFY/d3Bf3g7Zl24/s1600-h/Picture+1474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201559089952050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKQ8iJtTI/AAAAAAAACFY/d3Bf3g7Zl24/s400/Picture+1474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKQeqgIuI/AAAAAAAACFQ/4sgYpYyHot8/s1600-h/Picture+1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201551071912674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKQeqgIuI/AAAAAAAACFQ/4sgYpYyHot8/s400/Picture+1575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKPrjoMWI/AAAAAAAACFI/t51jtW0nHOA/s1600-h/Picture+1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201537352872290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKPrjoMWI/AAAAAAAACFI/t51jtW0nHOA/s400/Picture+1556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKPINv8gI/AAAAAAAACFA/3g6pVnYEWLo/s1600-h/Picture+1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201527865864706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspKPINv8gI/AAAAAAAACFA/3g6pVnYEWLo/s400/Picture+1543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we went to Epcot... which I LOVE IT THERE! That is where we were able to email our video of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Future&lt;/span&gt; World. We met some other characters, and saw an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laser&lt;/span&gt; light, firework show! Disney doesn't spare any expense! They are amazing. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a button for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' baby on the way. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspMbUWTWMI/AAAAAAAACFw/jmmdsSrqWwQ/s1600-h/Picture+1766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389203936304650434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspMbUWTWMI/AAAAAAAACFw/jmmdsSrqWwQ/s400/Picture+1766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspMaxtxEGI/AAAAAAAACFo/2Ch61T4Ql8Y/s1600-h/Picture+1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389203927007826018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspMaxtxEGI/AAAAAAAACFo/2Ch61T4Ql8Y/s400/Picture+1767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nora met some more friends, and got a kiss from Snow White, that I think is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; fixture now. We have scrubbed and scrubbed at that thing, and there are still traces of that BRIGHT RED lipstick right on her forehead. Her first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspOOMkI9vI/AAAAAAAACGI/fmsYWE1vj4w/s1600-h/Picture+1796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205909900162802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspOOMkI9vI/AAAAAAAACGI/fmsYWE1vj4w/s400/Picture+1796.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspONrbR4eI/AAAAAAAACGA/GPKf5e5vL6g/s1600-h/Picture+1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205901004628450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspONrbR4eI/AAAAAAAACGA/GPKf5e5vL6g/s400/Picture+1722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspONImY1zI/AAAAAAAACF4/_THZJUhQBBw/s1600-h/Picture+1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205891655980850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspONImY1zI/AAAAAAAACF4/_THZJUhQBBw/s400/Picture+1677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspO7MEVDsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/LF1mApELeSY/s1600-h/Picture+1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389206682860850882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspO7MEVDsI/AAAAAAAACGQ/LF1mApELeSY/s400/Picture+1814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRNqzAkiI/AAAAAAAACG4/a5CICJOO_JE/s1600-h/Picture+1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209199370605090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRNqzAkiI/AAAAAAAACG4/a5CICJOO_JE/s400/Picture+1817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRMT_p0hI/AAAAAAAACGo/MHoofWlGHJ4/s1600-h/Picture+1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209176069755410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRMT_p0hI/AAAAAAAACGo/MHoofWlGHJ4/s400/Picture+1854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRLx88t5I/AAAAAAAACGg/dpDMPvsIf_0/s1600-h/Picture+1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209166931605394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRLx88t5I/AAAAAAAACGg/dpDMPvsIf_0/s400/Picture+1840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRLVrVRjI/AAAAAAAACGY/op36h-A4Vz0/s1600-h/Picture+1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209159341524530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRLVrVRjI/AAAAAAAACGY/op36h-A4Vz0/s400/Picture+1830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRM2KGmpI/AAAAAAAACGw/dBoieNEmZWY/s1600-h/Picture+1883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389209185240390290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspRM2KGmpI/AAAAAAAACGw/dBoieNEmZWY/s400/Picture+1883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day we went back to the MK, because we were celebrating Halloween with them. Lulu and Papa, made the MOST AMAZING Tinkerbell Costume for Nora, and it was mainly for the purpose of this party. Of course we had to meet Tinkerbell, and when we did, she said that Nora had the best looking wings she had ever seen! We were also there to take care of some personal business with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt;. When Nora got rid of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Binky's&lt;/span&gt; she left them for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; to take to the other babies. Lately, she was wondering if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tink&lt;/span&gt; would give her back her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Binky's&lt;/span&gt; so that she can give them to her baby brother. That will have to continue onto post Part II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1838711723636835784?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1838711723636835784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1838711723636835784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1838711723636835784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1838711723636835784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/10/disney-yikes.html' title='Disney... YIKES!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SspBd_YuPZI/AAAAAAAACDo/i-W07aA6kII/s72-c/Picture+2108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1048059872018671509</id><published>2009-10-04T09:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:01:27.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noras Future!</title><content type='html'>I thought this was too funny not to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMoljGZSFYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMoljGZSFYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1048059872018671509?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ab86a21408d8819&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1048059872018671509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1048059872018671509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1048059872018671509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1048059872018671509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/10/noras-future.html' title='Noras Future!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-6639200548501641422</id><published>2009-09-24T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:13:29.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 MONTHS!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how far I can get this hair tie to stretch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrtwSy3xrvI/AAAAAAAACCw/Ya1JK844x2Q/s1600-h/CSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrtwSy3xrvI/AAAAAAAACCw/Ya1JK844x2Q/s400/CSC_0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385021247647231730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-6639200548501641422?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/6639200548501641422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=6639200548501641422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6639200548501641422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/6639200548501641422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/09/6-months.html' title='6 MONTHS!!!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrtwSy3xrvI/AAAAAAAACCw/Ya1JK844x2Q/s72-c/CSC_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5355694360111399846</id><published>2009-09-21T21:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:22:33.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT! A blog post? NO... Yes...</title><content type='html'>It really is true. I seem to have an excuse for NOT blogging, every time I blog. So for this blog post, the excuse is LACK of pictures! I just haven't really been photographing lately. There is three months left in the life of the 3 Evans', and we are soaking it in. At this point, I am not rushing this pregnancy, at all, unlike the first time! But this time seems to be going by so much faster. Here is the most recent belly picture... taken at 5 months. Today I am at 6 months. So I have gotten a lot bigger. YAY!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrgvPYtuSnI/AAAAAAAACB4/aDYGa-gI1x4/s1600-h/DSC_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrgvPYtuSnI/AAAAAAAACB4/aDYGa-gI1x4/s400/DSC_0467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384105295900199538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had my parents over 2 weekends ago. They have come to the realization, that they can't go more then 6 weeks without seeing us! And by us, I mean NORA! The constructed Noras Halloween costume, so that was their excuse for coming. To make a special delivery! I have to save the pictures for the BIG Disney reveal, but I will say, BEAUTIFUL! I am worried that the "Imagineers" are going to want to steal the design of the costume! It is amazing, and we can't thank Lulu and Papa enough for their hours upon hours of crafting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were here, they took good care of me too. They took me for my Reuben that I have been craving, and then they prepared Thanksgiving Dinner for me. Two of the things I have been craving!!! It was so nice to family over. Life does get sad here, being so far from everybody I know. So, mom and dad, thank you for the sacrifices you make, to see us. We appreciate it far more then we could tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other nice things about having them here, is Joel and I get to get out!  We took a day trip to the Washington DC temple. It was Joels first time there. Ahhh... it is amazing! And very special to have that day with my husband. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrgxssJVnAI/AAAAAAAACCA/EZRphTUmfEA/s1600-h/DSC_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrgxssJVnAI/AAAAAAAACCA/EZRphTUmfEA/s400/DSC_0498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384107998355758082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing that I have pictures of, is Nora and I at the zoo last week. It was our first time to the Norfolk Zoo, and it was super great! We have so much fun together! It feels like I am missing the catch! WHATS THE CATCH? Why do I get to have so much fun? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0hY9hb4I/AAAAAAAACCo/jE-0fryO8KE/s1600-h/DSC_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0hY9hb4I/AAAAAAAACCo/jE-0fryO8KE/s400/DSC_0529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384111102762250114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0gxRB-2I/AAAAAAAACCg/ync0Qc-iPEs/s1600-h/DSC_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0gxRB-2I/AAAAAAAACCg/ync0Qc-iPEs/s400/DSC_0519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384111092106656610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0gb70wOI/AAAAAAAACCY/H6j1i4yCakk/s1600-h/DSC_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0gb70wOI/AAAAAAAACCY/H6j1i4yCakk/s400/DSC_0516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384111086380564706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0f_6r6mI/AAAAAAAACCQ/wm11Una014I/s1600-h/DSC_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0f_6r6mI/AAAAAAAACCQ/wm11Una014I/s400/DSC_0507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384111078859598434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0feUYOYI/AAAAAAAACCI/pIL9OAf2bBU/s1600-h/DSC_0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Srg0feUYOYI/AAAAAAAACCI/pIL9OAf2bBU/s400/DSC_0506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384111069840554370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't imagine that I will have a blog post again this week. We realized this weekend, that we are leaving next Monday to go to Disney, and we haven't really planned our trip. It's not like us! We aren't "Fly off the seat of our pants" type of people, but this might be that sort of trip. Either way, it will be fun, and exciting. Mickey is waiting for us, and more importantly, Tink and Nora have some very important business to take care of! Stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5355694360111399846?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5355694360111399846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5355694360111399846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5355694360111399846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5355694360111399846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-blog-post-no-yes.html' title='WHAT! A blog post? NO... Yes...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SrgvPYtuSnI/AAAAAAAACB4/aDYGa-gI1x4/s72-c/DSC_0467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5923677080640773943</id><published>2009-09-10T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:29:16.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is OVER!</title><content type='html'>That's right. I said it! Hate to face the music, but it is really gone. It seems as though, even if I don't have a kid in school, we still get a summer break. We get visitors, we spend time at the beach, we just chill all the time! And now, that has ceased! Well, we do have some familiar visitors coming over for the weekend, more to post about them later! But Nora and I have signed up for three play groups! Story time! And a MOMS group, that I get to drop Nora off at to play, while I get some mommy time. So, our life is about to be very busy. I have been WAY relaxed on the blogging side. I am trying to spend a lot of time with Nora, and working with her in several different areas. She is the joy in my life, and that is really all I have to blog about. Oh, and the amazing daddy she has, that will run to 7-11 in the middle of the night, because I want peanut butter cups, and will make me one of his amazing salads after he has already laid down to rest at night. Ahhh... he is great! The baby boy is doing great. I love him already. He is very gentle when he kicks, and is so respectful of me when I am sleeping. I just can't wait to meet him. I have a good feeling that he is going to melt my heart all over again. I went to the dr. yesterday, and the dr. described him as very comfy cozy. I thought that was cute! The great news she gave me was... 4lbs. is all that I have gained! WOO HOO!! I think each one of those lbs was gained in the last month, because, I have been feeling so great. I don't remember my cravings being this out of control when I was pregnant with Nora. I do remember eating chili dogs all the time! This time all I want is THANKSGIVING DINNER! And NYC Katz's Deli Reuben sandwich! All things that I can't run out at get, or just whip up. But we are managing! Sorry I don't have pictures today, I haven't taken my camera out in about 2 weeks! The camera needed a vacation too. It is going to be just as busy as we are! We are also going to Disney in two weeks. It is going to be great! See you later!!! Soon... hopefully!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5923677080640773943?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5923677080640773943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5923677080640773943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5923677080640773943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5923677080640773943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-is-over.html' title='Summer is OVER!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3762299312616372809</id><published>2009-08-24T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:06:27.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the WIENNERS are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SpKQLafVJYI/AAAAAAAACBw/i-fDbJiogAQ/s1600-h/mw4421%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SpKQLafVJYI/AAAAAAAACBw/i-fDbJiogAQ/s400/mw4421%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373515831170114946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... although life is not yet back to normal... I wanted to announce the winners of my baby guessing contest. The rules didn't say you had to be right... you just had to guess. If you gave a name suggestion, then I entered you twice. It was all very fair. The big sister did all the drawings. Congrats. Please send me your address so I can get a special treat to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners:&lt;br /&gt;Cristi (From FB)&lt;br /&gt;Erin N. (From FB)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel P. (From Blog)&lt;br /&gt;Stacey (From Blog)&lt;br /&gt;Alie Q. (From Blog)&lt;br /&gt;Alison C. (From Blog)&lt;br /&gt;Emily B. (From Blog)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel H. (From FB)&lt;br /&gt;Cami (From FB)&lt;br /&gt;Meredith (From FB)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3762299312616372809?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3762299312616372809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3762299312616372809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3762299312616372809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3762299312616372809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-wienners-are.html' title='And the WIENNERS are...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SpKQLafVJYI/AAAAAAAACBw/i-fDbJiogAQ/s72-c/mw4421%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-846047212123908782</id><published>2009-08-17T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:18:53.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts... (Thanks Brenda!)</title><content type='html'>1) Having my mother in law in town is way better than I ever imagined! She went grocery shopping, cleaned, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, demands that I go take naps, she has Nora help her pick out her earrings every day, which Nora loves! Her presence makes my husband extra lovey to me! Does she have to go home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ok, what is the deal with BOYS CLOTHES! I never paid much attention, because there were always so many choices for little girls... but, this is bad! How come moms with boys have not taken a stand sooner? Where do I find the isles and isles of boys clothes? At Target today, looking for a little present for my "Scooter", and in the shoe department, Honest to goodness, one whole wall full of toddler girls shoes, and another wall 2/3 full of girls shoes, and then the other 1/3 was for boys! Then in the clothes... all the girl stuff is in the main isle for everyone to see, and the boy stuff is shoved was in the back! REALLY? Is this typical for most places, or just Target? I need you moms of boys to help me! I remember buying Noras first outfit(s) and coming home so excited to show everyone, and how fun it was. This outing just made me irritated! (I am pregnant, so I allow myself to become more irritated, I will repent for that when I know it won't happen again!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We might see a hurricane here in Va. Beach, and that makes me a little excited! Is that bad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I just found a company that makes and sells chocolate covered bananas in the freezer section of the grocery store. I ate one on the way home, and one when I got home. I may have a problem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I can't wait to photograph my little "Scooter"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) We are going to Disney World again, in... 40 some days! WOO HOO!!! (Joel just recently told me, he loves that I love Disney! That is a big admission for him, he usually acts annoyed, like a tough guy!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love when Joel gets sentimental, and mushy! He is really good at it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I miss my old friend Ryan. I can't believe he is almost 6. I think about him all the time, and he probably doesn't even remember me. I love that kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do bananas make you poop, or opposite? Does chocolate help even it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I can't wait for Project Runway to come back on! I haven't seen it in years! Cable tv has an advantage! Heidi Klum! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Sometimes I can't believe I live so far away from my people! I miss them. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I always hear, "It is crazy, how different your kids personalities can be." What if I want it to be just as easy the second time? Is it possible, or am I DOOMED? UGH... I am scared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is it worth $80.00 to get a 2nd 3D ultra sound with a 30 minute dvd? I have always just had 2D, but thought it would be cool to see a 3D one... any thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) That was very therapetical! Now, I must go rest... ahhh... life is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-846047212123908782?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/846047212123908782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=846047212123908782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/846047212123908782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/846047212123908782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts-thanks-brenda.html' title='Random Thoughts... (Thanks Brenda!)'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-291746124306695582</id><published>2009-08-12T13:49:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:26:04.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days to BREATHE... then Round four... Part One</title><content type='html'>(Disclaimer: I have had this post in my box since yesterday, and it still isn't finished. Part 2 coming... some day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love having company. It gets rather lonely here in Va Beach, and we have desperately pleaded for friends and family to come and visit. We had NO IDEA they would all come at the same time! So, sometime... several Thursdays ago... my parents arrived. They were here till Wednesday, then on Thursday my sister-in-law, and one of our best friends Katie, came with their three kids. They left on Tuesday morning, and I left to pick up Jennifer. Jennifer flew out today, Wednesday, and I am here all alone... well, till Saturday, when Joels mom arrives, and will be here for a week. Then we will be once again... ALL ALONE! Oh wait... I forgot... one day last week, I got a phone call from some of our best friends from Michigan, saying, "We don't really know if we will be by you, but we are headed to NC for the weekend, and might come by." Then got the call on Friday, during our Krispy Kreme ritual, "We are about 20 minutes away, can we see you?" Of course we loved seeing them too, and they loved that we had a bathroom for them to brush their teeth in! Joel was able to see them on Monday when they headed back through Norfolk on their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has all led me to being way behind in blogging. Either I can go back and document every visitors stay, and all the fun we had, and all the great things we did, and bore you to tears, or I can fill in the highlights. Since I LOVE MY READERS, and I want them to continue reading, we will go with the later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots with Lulu, and Papa. We made pasta sauce, enough to feed the entire Va Beach area! We went to the beach, we went to the Farmers Market, Krispy Kreme, a church social, the aquarium, and Colonial Williamsburg. I think there was more, but all the things that we have done in the last few weeks, are starting to blend together. Williamsburg was by far the highlight of their visit. What fun!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGsWKfENI/AAAAAAAAB_I/v0awckykH6M/s1600-h/IMG_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369142539689332946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGsWKfENI/AAAAAAAAB_I/v0awckykH6M/s400/IMG_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora got to be part of a show, and had to drag her chubby mom with her! UGH!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGs4-LA5I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/TwyA0KjGWSg/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369142549032928146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGs4-LA5I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/TwyA0KjGWSg/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling my dad not to wear socks with sandals, because of how goofy it looks, is like telling me not to wear gauchos! I know I shouldn't wear them, but they are so great these days, I can't help myself. Joel hates them! Me, I LOVE LOVE THEM! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGtY9efRI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/mfdt3jvpiYU/s1600-h/IMG_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369142557619944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGtY9efRI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/mfdt3jvpiYU/s400/IMG_1770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 was Alison, her two kids, and Katie and her daughter. Together they made the 800 some odd mile drive! They are troopers! I wish I had Beverly Hills Hotel accommodations for them, because they deserved it! We did most of the same stuff we did the week before. BEACH, AQUARIUM, KRISPY KREME, HOE DOWN, one day we had rain, so Uncle Joel found a bunch of balloons, and the kids went to town playing with them! My niece Marley is the sassiest little girl. She is a riot just to sit and watch. She reminds me so much of my brother... it's almost scary. I couldn't help but just want to bite her and her cuteness, all the time! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3D-yrCzI/AAAAAAAACBY/Pl0mAyYPoRE/s1600-h/IMG_1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195722290432818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3D-yrCzI/AAAAAAAACBY/Pl0mAyYPoRE/s400/IMG_1982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3DSZa97I/AAAAAAAACBQ/gtwyi9690r8/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195710373361586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3DSZa97I/AAAAAAAACBQ/gtwyi9690r8/s400/IMG_1972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3Ch17TRI/AAAAAAAACBI/jfsTH49FCBU/s1600-h/IMG_1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195697339583762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3Ch17TRI/AAAAAAAACBI/jfsTH49FCBU/s400/IMG_1934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3CEuI0-I/AAAAAAAACBA/GofVFVQqQ4c/s1600-h/IMG_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195689522287586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3CEuI0-I/AAAAAAAACBA/GofVFVQqQ4c/s400/IMG_1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3BlC19CI/AAAAAAAACA4/kjS_5pXinNE/s1600-h/IMG_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195681019196450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM3BlC19CI/AAAAAAAACA4/kjS_5pXinNE/s400/IMG_1924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMS0Mfn29I/AAAAAAAACAw/8IvnuDaRq0g/s1600-h/IMG_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369155868672121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMS0Mfn29I/AAAAAAAACAw/8IvnuDaRq0g/s400/IMG_1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM4f3IWfVI/AAAAAAAACBo/3xYWpe1IWeI/s1600-h/IMG_1998+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoM4f3IWfVI/AAAAAAAACBo/3xYWpe1IWeI/s400/IMG_1998+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197300781841746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alie and Katie are great. They have earned that spot in Heaven. The drive from Michigan to Virginia Beach isn't the easiest job, but they did it just like pro moms would do. I love you girls!!! You will never know how much it meant to me, to have you here. LOVES LOVES LOVES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-291746124306695582?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/291746124306695582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=291746124306695582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/291746124306695582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/291746124306695582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-to-breathe-then-round-four.html' title='Two days to BREATHE... then Round four... Part One'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoMGsWKfENI/AAAAAAAAB_I/v0awckykH6M/s72-c/IMG_1710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3884815683812604614</id><published>2009-08-11T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:41:44.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKquzGiprlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKquzGiprlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard her... she is going to have a brother! Our doctors appointment was... exciting! I was nervous for most of it. I can't figure out why, but my heart was beating as fast of that little boy of ours. We met with the doctor following the ultra sound, and she mentioned that we may be pushing the due date back by a week. What expecting mother really wants to hear that? When I told her how tinee tiny my first baby was, she said that we won't change the due date as of now, but as we get closer to December 28th, we will be watching things more carefully. We will be praying for a healthy delivery WHENEVER, and Joel will be praying for a healthy delivery before the first of the year, so we get that tax break! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to call him "Scooter" for the time being. Mostly because that is how I have envisioned him inside my tummy, but also because we don't have a name 100% decided on yet. I learned A LOT when I was pregnant with Nora, and have decided that we will keep our name as HUSH HUSH as possible until he is here. I really don't want anyone to form an opinion of "Scooter" before they see his preciousness. And NO... we are not naming him SCOOTER... just until he is catapulted from the womb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of our precious "Scooter", and his proof that in deed... IT'S A BOY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoHul7iCULI/AAAAAAAAB_A/bXyedAXJNl4/s1600-h/baby+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoHul7iCULI/AAAAAAAAB_A/bXyedAXJNl4/s400/baby+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834566205362354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one more week of visitors, then I will be drawing winners for my treat contest! Thank you for all of the votes. Between FB and my blog... it was EXACTLY 50% said BOY, and 50% said GIRL! You all crack me up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3884815683812604614?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3884815683812604614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3884815683812604614&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3884815683812604614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3884815683812604614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-heard-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SoHul7iCULI/AAAAAAAAB_A/bXyedAXJNl4/s72-c/baby+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-54923914591136656</id><published>2009-08-05T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:38:53.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby CONTEST announcement!</title><content type='html'>Hey FOLKS!!! We have had NON-STOP out of towners for the last two weeks, and for the next two weeks! I really hope I haven't lost all my readers, but I realize, how annoying it is to see the same old post every time you visit. There are lots of exciting events going on that I am very anxious to blog about, but out of respect for all of our visitors, I must keep this brief! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to spark your interest... here is the deal, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday, we find out the gender of our baby!!! AHHHH! I can't believe it is already... what I want from you, is your guess of what we are having... PINK or BLUE baby? Then I will chose ten random guessers to receive a special treat from Virginia Beach. Also, if you want to throw around some name ideas... I will give you a second entry! Winners will be announced on Tuesday before mid-night. Oh yeah, I will also announce who guessed correctly! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-54923914591136656?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/54923914591136656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=54923914591136656&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/54923914591136656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/54923914591136656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-contest-announcement.html' title='Baby CONTEST announcement!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4174630849824868813</id><published>2009-07-20T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:44:37.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut BUSTING hilarious!</title><content type='html'>I don't usually watch The Ellen Show, although, every time I do, i think she is freaking hilarious. Today, I had time during her show to see a little bit of it. I WAS ROLLING ON MY BED LAUGHING! Nora must have thought I was crazy! I went to YouTube, to see if there was anything similar. This is so FUNNY! I was laughing so hard.... I WAS CRYING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOyMFlyCepY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOyMFlyCepY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4174630849824868813?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4174630849824868813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4174630849824868813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4174630849824868813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4174630849824868813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/07/gut-busting-hilarious.html' title='Gut BUSTING hilarious!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-9047135240205266429</id><published>2009-07-15T16:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:08:55.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You MUST make these... !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EsNdNXaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/dihggbkgIKE/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EsNdNXaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/dihggbkgIKE/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796132934573474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't say that very often about my recipes. And maybe because I am pregnant, I love food so much, and everything tastes so good, but these things are soo yummy. I got the recipe from my sister-in-law last summer, who got it from her SIL. I never wrote it down, but have kind of adjusted it to what we love in our family! I made them last week, and Joel said, "Now that is something to write home about!" Which to me, means "BLOG" about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need:&lt;br /&gt;1lb. ground turkey&lt;br /&gt;1lb. cole slaw mix&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;3tb. Hoisin Sauce (Plus more for dipping)&lt;br /&gt;10-15 egg roll wrappers&lt;br /&gt;water for sealing&lt;br /&gt;oil for frying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: &lt;br /&gt;In a large saucepan, brown the turkey. When it is almost done, but still a tiny bit pink, add the bag of cole slaw mis. This may fill your pan, but it will cook down, soon. Over medium heat, mix the meat, and veggies all together. When the mixture has started to cook down, add salt and pepper to taste. then add Husein sauce. Mix all together really well. You want the slaw mix to be very limp. This is where I like to taste test. ALOT! Once the mix is cooked through, and tastes simply divine... remove from heat. Cool completely. Let cool all the way through. This is VERY IMPORTANT. When it is no long warm... AT ALL... start to heat your oil in a pot over medium high heat. Then you can start filling your egg roll wrappers. You will use about 1 tablespoon per wrapper. I wish I would have taken pictures of this part... but you should know how to fill an egg roll. If not, try to follow along, oh heck... here are some pictures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5C18Ub-NI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/xrgwrOnq3ag/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5C18Ub-NI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/xrgwrOnq3ag/s400/IMG_1560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794101109815506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EujEvyrI/AAAAAAAAB-4/CR0vh3yXrgk/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EujEvyrI/AAAAAAAAB-4/CR0vh3yXrgk/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796173097290418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EuByq0iI/AAAAAAAAB-w/CX2ObxK-q3g/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EuByq0iI/AAAAAAAAB-w/CX2ObxK-q3g/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796164163097122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EthBZvEI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Z5A1aqfNoPc/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EthBZvEI/AAAAAAAAB-o/Z5A1aqfNoPc/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796155366521922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EtItGwzI/AAAAAAAAB-g/l0tO2QUw63U/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EtItGwzI/AAAAAAAAB-g/l0tO2QUw63U/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796148838941490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wrapping these little guys, be very careful not to tear the wrap. If it tears, you must start over. Trust me... you do not want hot oil getting into your egg roll. So seal them up really tight! Then fry em. I would go into more details... but I have to eat em while they are HOT! (Of you have any questions, please let me know. I have never written a recipe before, and don't know if I am that great at it. All I know is that YOU MUST make these, and I MUST GO EAT THEM!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-9047135240205266429?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/9047135240205266429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=9047135240205266429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/9047135240205266429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/9047135240205266429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-must-make-these.html' title='You MUST make these... !!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl5EsNdNXaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/dihggbkgIKE/s72-c/IMG_1570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4815636479124424047</id><published>2009-07-15T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:13:43.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I POPPED! And then I burnt!</title><content type='html'>These were taken last week. And as much as I DESPISE having my picture put on my blog... I have been getting life threatening emails from some people back home... and I either had to save myself, or fear the wrath. Of course if they want me, that have to come and get me, and maybe that would be more fun! We love love love visitors!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up one morning, and said, "Holy Crap... I popped!" So, we went to the beach, and come home, then I saw that I had a great BURN line, that I might as well take a picture of, and same with my belly. Then I woke up the next day and said, "I POPPED AGAIN!". I have been saying that almost every day now, and even pulled out the maternity clothes yesterday. I haven't gained any weight, I think my 2 year old is helping me in that area! But, if you ask me, I am definitely pregnant! And a little burnt too. Enjoy the pictures... they are few and FAR between!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl4zsX026yI/AAAAAAAAB-I/EgBfzfF2VQM/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl4zsX026yI/AAAAAAAAB-I/EgBfzfF2VQM/s400/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358777444020448034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl4zrQ2NqYI/AAAAAAAAB-A/sypMkCbCRP8/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl4zrQ2NqYI/AAAAAAAAB-A/sypMkCbCRP8/s400/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358777424967215490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4815636479124424047?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4815636479124424047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4815636479124424047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4815636479124424047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4815636479124424047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-popped-and-then-i-burnt.html' title='I POPPED! And then I burnt!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sl4zsX026yI/AAAAAAAAB-I/EgBfzfF2VQM/s72-c/IMG_1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8341603841129366701</id><published>2009-07-13T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:26:48.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What HAPPENED to my BUTTER?</title><content type='html'>Thats my girl... butter and chocolate! &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/__CJRW5DASI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/__CJRW5DASI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8341603841129366701?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8341603841129366701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8341603841129366701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8341603841129366701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8341603841129366701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happened-to-my-butter.html' title='What HAPPENED to my BUTTER?'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5961746120386360105</id><published>2009-07-13T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:20:23.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOE Down!</title><content type='html'>This will be the last time that I tell Lulu and Papa a video is coming. They have been refreshing, and refreshing, and refreshing, for... three days now, waiting for this video. Joel says, "Get a life", but I think its cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to the Farmers Market for a HOE DOWN! If you are 75+, and in the Virginia Beach area, here is the place for you to go on a Friday night! There were a few young kids there too, but I could tell its where the seniors "Hang Out!". Nora had a ball. She removed her pink cowboy boots as soon as she saw other kids with their shoes off, but she arrived in true HOE DOWN fashion. Notice the bow at the end, when everybody starts clapping for the band... &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm5B1byNyn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm5B1byNyn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5961746120386360105?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5961746120386360105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5961746120386360105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5961746120386360105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5961746120386360105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoe-down.html' title='HOE Down!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7511305854053633873</id><published>2009-07-07T12:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:03:39.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The FOURTH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN62oI5W2I/AAAAAAAAB80/zeBEPq8XvQc/s1600-h/Celebrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN62oI5W2I/AAAAAAAAB80/zeBEPq8XvQc/s400/Celebrate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759460779907938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun holiday to celebrate! Especially if you live in a beach town. LOTS of out of town visitors... LOTS of traffic... lots of great summery things going on! We had a special visitor of our own. Last minute, Uncle Dan decided to swing down for a visit. We loved having him, although I think he isn't used to going to bed at 9pm, and waking up at 7am. We're "old timers" with a kid. But, we still loved it. Nora LOVES "UH HU Dan". On the fourth we were torn on what to do. We knew anything was going to be crowded, and packed with people, so we figured, lets be packed at the beach. Early evening, we hauled our gear to the Oceanfront Beach. There were lots of concerts, magicians, and other fun stuff going on, but we were content just building mountains in the sand. Some friends met us up there a little later, before the real SHOW began. Nora loved the way the fireworks looked, but wasn't crazy about the sound. What a fun, and relaxing day. We are "LOCALS" now, so we know the secrets to getting in and out in a timely fashion. PHEW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN63GmhXqI/AAAAAAAAB88/Wd4r-dVhBEk/s1600-h/Picture+1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN63GmhXqI/AAAAAAAAB88/Wd4r-dVhBEk/s400/Picture+1757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759468957228706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN63d5un0I/AAAAAAAAB9E/oKwgsHe4uJ0/s1600-h/Picture+1762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN63d5un0I/AAAAAAAAB9E/oKwgsHe4uJ0/s400/Picture+1762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759475211804482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN631sTPuI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ReUB0u_qmSo/s1600-h/Picture+1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN631sTPuI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ReUB0u_qmSo/s400/Picture+1767.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759481597935330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN9ibDgJlI/AAAAAAAAB9k/dLz3Ou12otE/s1600-h/Picture+1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN9ibDgJlI/AAAAAAAAB9k/dLz3Ou12otE/s400/Picture+1775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355762412205123154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN9iHahKiI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Dz8IxRO5dsI/s1600-h/Picture+1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN9iHahKiI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Dz8IxRO5dsI/s400/Picture+1780.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355762406932949538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Update: On a different note, the baby is doing well. I have been feeling MUCH better the last couple of weeks, so that makes me much happier. I definately have a belly starting to pop, but that may be from the enjoyment of bi-weekly trips to Krispy Kreme. No pictures yet, so please stop sending me threatening emails... wanting to see baby pics! Trust me... they will come, and they WON'T be pretty. My next appointment isn't until the 22nd of July, and then on the 11th of August we find out what we are having. I am 99% sure I know what we are having, but other than looking at the babies privates, they want to make sure it is developing well, and has all of its limbs etc. Nora loves the fact the there is a baby inside my tummy, and knows everytime I eat, "the baby eats dinner too?" Of course, she has no idea how this will change her life, but the thought of it, excites her. Last time I measured, I was 9 toilet paper squares around. So the next time you use the "facilities" think of that! Thank you for all the emails about your thoughts and prayers. They are really felt!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7511305854053633873?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7511305854053633873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7511305854053633873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7511305854053633873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7511305854053633873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth.html' title='The FOURTH!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SlN62oI5W2I/AAAAAAAAB80/zeBEPq8XvQc/s72-c/Celebrate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3014237513004469831</id><published>2009-06-30T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:15:49.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Fathers day was well over a week ago, but here is what I had to blog about. (Notice how blogging has become a thing on my "TO DO" list... why is that?) Since Joel is always trying to improve my cooking skills, I really challenged myself for him on Fathers Day. Of course he received breakfast in bed, but when we came home from church, he had a lunch surprise. Something he has been wanting to eat for... 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were first married, I was working in a coffee shop in Ann Arbor. They were testing the market for deli sandwiches. Who better to test on them , my number one regular... He told them, "This is the best sandwich I have ever eaten!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the years, I thought about duplicating this for him, then I realized the amount of work, and fancy ingredients that went into it! This year, I DID IT... It was a lot of work, but I think it paid off. He was VERY happy. This has become a Fathers Day favorite. The Fathers Day Muffeletta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffelettas are big in New Orleans. They are made with an olive salad, great crusty bread, two different cheeses, and three different meats. It was HUGE, and he was able to eat it for most of the week. If you want to make your man REALLY happy, learn to make the Mufeletta! I think I scored a 9 on this... it would have been a 10 if it weren't so big! (He just wants me to make it again, just for my perfect 10 score... I KNOW IT!) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkoBoH6TM4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/BxKwav7tSnk/s1600-h/Picture+1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkoBoH6TM4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/BxKwav7tSnk/s400/Picture+1367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353092895913227138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3014237513004469831?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3014237513004469831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3014237513004469831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3014237513004469831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3014237513004469831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-pleasure.html' title='Fathers Day Pleasure'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkoBoH6TM4I/AAAAAAAAB8s/BxKwav7tSnk/s72-c/Picture+1367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3051925790763605888</id><published>2009-06-29T16:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:17:52.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is WHY...</title><content type='html'>I can't BLOG... while I was posting my "obsessed" post... my princess, muffin, Nora, was MAKING A MESS! It was so precious though, and I couldn't be mad at her for more then 2 seconds! The pictures aren't great, but it just so happened that my camera was readily available, and the settings were not... but I didn't have time to pause the moment, while I made correct adjustments. This is what happened... as I was actually posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princessy, muffiny, Nora: "Mommy, can you schix this?" (Her F's sound like sh's, so she meant to say "Fix this", and by "this" she meant my glittery powder Love Spell brush from Victoria Secret. It was opened, and half of the glittery powder was gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Sure Nora... wait... Nora... how did this get opened? Where is the rest of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPMN: Um... it's schine, I cleaned it up, (I have been cleaning ALL day, so she has been my little helper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where is it Nora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She points to this... (I had her put the brush back to catch the effect). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkobetWOsI/AAAAAAAAB78/tst-UZGogDA/s1600-h/Picture+1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352854084671388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkobetWOsI/AAAAAAAAB78/tst-UZGogDA/s400/Picture+1397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess... she is now tied up in the closet... just so that I could blog about her! Haha... just kidding. She doesn't usually do stuff like this, so when she does, I have to tell someone! This is what I love about being a mom, and to such a sweet princess! Here are the following pictures... I love this kid! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkquIqTOeI/AAAAAAAAB8E/LFmRI87TKVI/s1600-h/Picture+1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856604193798626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkquIqTOeI/AAAAAAAAB8E/LFmRI87TKVI/s400/Picture+1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Skkque40nYI/AAAAAAAAB8M/1-XaGA3AjW0/s1600-h/Picture+1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856610160287106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Skkque40nYI/AAAAAAAAB8M/1-XaGA3AjW0/s400/Picture+1399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkqupgVoFI/AAAAAAAAB8U/rx6Ao3AjNFM/s1600-h/Picture+1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856613010382930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkqupgVoFI/AAAAAAAAB8U/rx6Ao3AjNFM/s400/Picture+1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Skkqu9NSsSI/AAAAAAAAB8c/HyCGJxCrYnA/s1600-h/Picture+1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856618299207970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Skkqu9NSsSI/AAAAAAAAB8c/HyCGJxCrYnA/s400/Picture+1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkqvMWJCTI/AAAAAAAAB8k/aE35gu8hLWc/s1600-h/Picture+1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856622362855730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkqvMWJCTI/AAAAAAAAB8k/aE35gu8hLWc/s400/Picture+1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3051925790763605888?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3051925790763605888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3051925790763605888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3051925790763605888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3051925790763605888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-why.html' title='This is WHY...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkobetWOsI/AAAAAAAAB78/tst-UZGogDA/s72-c/Picture+1397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8807891281268754635</id><published>2009-06-29T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:49:58.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSESSED</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I blogged. I am so behind, that I figure... just forget about it. Some great images on my camera will have to wait another day. Not only am I behind on blogging, but baking, laundry, cleaning, correspondents, you know, all those things that I can put off till tomorrow, but really I shouldn't! Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkalZOqRYI/AAAAAAAAB70/3r4vRyWmJdc/s1600-h/news_generic_obsessed%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkalZOqRYI/AAAAAAAAB70/3r4vRyWmJdc/s400/news_generic_obsessed%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352838861836404098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and I have a new show that we are OBSESSED with! It is called "OBSESSED". It is on A&amp;E every Monday night. It is a documentary on people with OCD's, and the treatment they go through to deal with their OCD. It has been very fascinating for us both. We both have "issues", similar to the subjects on the show, but never as extreme, and so we ask each other, "On a scale of 1-10, what is your anxiety level?" Then we try different "exposures" on each other. The program clearly indicates that "This is monitored by trained professionals, and do not try this at home..." but we were never ones to clearly follow the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has opened my eyes to the things that could be considered a MINOR level of OCD. And even compared to the people on the show... probably not even an OCD... but things that raise my anxiety level to around 6-9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, going to the dentist... 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closet: I don't care what the rest of my house looks like, my closet HAS got to be immaculate. ROYGBV (Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, White, Cream, Grey, Black) all my clothes, on wooden hangers, facing the same direction, shortest sleeve to longest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorative Towels are to be looked at ONLY, never ever touched, or used. Goes the same for the kitchen, and bathroom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the bed... I think this is a common one, because I remember a Friends episode where Monica was teaching her B/F Tom Selek, how to make the bed. Also similar to me. Sheets must be faced in the right direction, duvet cover goes on one way, and one way only, pillow case liners must be put on tag end first, then the covers the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching my face... UGH... DO NOT TOUCH MY FACE! If Joel has come home, and has washed his hands with soap, and his hands are approved, he may GENTLY touch my face. I am too self conscience of blemishes, and clogged pores. Having a baby, has really loosened me up to this one, but now that she knows not to touch my face, my anxiety gets a little higher when it is touched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I don't have any "rituals", or anything that is harmful to me or my family. These are all things that just kind of get under my skin, and make me a little crazy. I think we all have a little crazy in us! Speaking of which... LAUNDRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8807891281268754635?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8807891281268754635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8807891281268754635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8807891281268754635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8807891281268754635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsessed.html' title='OBSESSED'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SkkalZOqRYI/AAAAAAAAB70/3r4vRyWmJdc/s72-c/news_generic_obsessed%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7641293189296323939</id><published>2009-06-20T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:55:55.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a family to do?</title><content type='html'>Summer is in full force here in Virginia Beach. That means that our weekends are presented with the task of picking what to do. There were so many choices this Friday night, it was hard to pick just one. A) Hoe Down at the Farmers Market B) Art Fair on the Beach C) Outdoor Movie at Mt. Trashmore or D) Concert at a different Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this week they were featuring one of Noras favoites, "The Bee Movie", we chose, "C". We invited a couple that we met at Stake Conference last weekend. They have a precious, adorable, almost one and a half year old. She makes me think about my niece back home, that I am missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Mt. Trashmore... our new Friday tradition, is to head out there after dinner, and hang out on the mountain, dance, sing, play games, eat treats, and wait for the movie to start. What a fun Friday night!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sj1MmDNpdiI/AAAAAAAAB7s/swjrAqPQX8Q/s1600-h/Blog(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sj1MmDNpdiI/AAAAAAAAB7s/swjrAqPQX8Q/s400/Blog(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349516148967306786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sj1MlrZQQrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/rZK93nHyt-I/s1600-h/Blog(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sj1MlrZQQrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/rZK93nHyt-I/s400/Blog(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349516142573535922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7641293189296323939?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7641293189296323939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7641293189296323939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7641293189296323939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7641293189296323939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-family-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a family to do?'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sj1MmDNpdiI/AAAAAAAAB7s/swjrAqPQX8Q/s72-c/Blog(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-4171732998736314141</id><published>2009-06-16T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:52:49.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its going to be a LONG 27 more weeks!</title><content type='html'>I am sorry, but food, is on my mind all the time! ALL THE TIME! Even when I feel sick to my stomach, and like I can't eat another bite... there is some food out there, that I want to eat. I have been watching Food Network, and there is this show, called, "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives". Talk about the job that I need to have right now! Mmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I really wanted HOT Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. So Nora and I drove 15 minutes to the closest KK Shop. They loved her there. She was watching through the window how the "bathe" the doughnuts, then they send them to bed in a "blanket" of icing. She was waving to all the workers. They were having a blast with her. We were there way longer than I thought we would be! When we left, I thought... this will be our Friday tradition. (I think I even thought every other Friday tradition...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I could not get those doughnuts out of my head. I really needed to have another one. I thought we could go, I'll buy a dozen, then keep em here, and have one per day, for the rest of the week. So when we got there, the workers were so excited to see Nora again! The regulars were also excited to see her! She told the counter worker, she wanted one with "pinkles". The super, wonderful, gal went to the back, and came back with a whole BAG of mini sprinkle doughnuts, JUST FOR NORA! *Wait a minute... I'm the one that needs these! Who does Miss Nora think she is? She is stealing my treats!!! Ahh, well, she's way cuter then I am!* So I ordered 2 hot, and 2 Chocolate Iced Creme Filled. Plus the sprinkles.. equals one dozen! We sat, and watched the workers, and waved, and flirted, and had a great time. Then that super wonderful worker, brought me another HOT one! Then the guy Nora was flirting with in the back, brought ANOTHER HOT ONE! AND I KEPT EATING THEM!!! I will never ever admit how many I ate in one sitting, but it was more than Nora. I think we have a new Monday through Friday tradition! YIKES... in no time, I am going to be in BIG TROUBLE! HUGE, ENORMOUS, FAT, DIMPLY, CHUBBY, TOURBLE! Maybe we could WALK to KK, then I could justify it? Or ride our bikes? I need to seriously think about that! In the mean time, there are a few more that I brought home that should really be taken care of. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfaxvdUdyI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Y3qew5bKgU4/s1600-h/Picture+1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfaxvdUdyI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Y3qew5bKgU4/s400/Picture+1725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347983630613640994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfaxfMzgWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/8lfGB--MdpM/s1600-h/Picture+1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfaxfMzgWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/8lfGB--MdpM/s400/Picture+1715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347983626249404770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-4171732998736314141?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/4171732998736314141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=4171732998736314141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4171732998736314141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/4171732998736314141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-going-to-be-long-27-more-weeks.html' title='Its going to be a LONG 27 more weeks!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfaxvdUdyI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Y3qew5bKgU4/s72-c/Picture+1725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1436011471421299190</id><published>2009-06-16T13:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:34:58.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another GREAT reason to visit us in Virginia!</title><content type='html'>We live only 45 minutes from Busch Gardens. We bought annual passes last weekend, and took a mini-road trip. If you remember my post last year of our Cedar Point trip, it will come as no surprise, that I was not about to get on any of those freaky roller-coasters! That, and being "with child" really isn't a good time to be testing out the new theme park "highest, fastest, longest, attractions". It was however a fun time to spend as a small family. They have lots of fun things for little "Nora size" kids. Lots of shows,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUytJaSUI/AAAAAAAAB60/09FdnLcvDko/s1600-h/Picture+1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUytJaSUI/AAAAAAAAB60/09FdnLcvDko/s400/Picture+1631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347977050103368002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUx3sUgHI/AAAAAAAAB6k/iQ23R57JlZQ/s1600-h/Picture+1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUx3sUgHI/AAAAAAAAB6k/iQ23R57JlZQ/s400/Picture+1591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347977035754274930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sesame Street Characters, (although, the last thing Joel wanted to do, is chase down characters.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUzRcDDYI/AAAAAAAAB7E/QLO9cbAKmZc/s1600-h/Picture+1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUzRcDDYI/AAAAAAAAB7E/QLO9cbAKmZc/s400/Picture+1665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347977059845213570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fun little water parks. The big rides did look rather tempting, and if I was a young, strong, and pumped up teenager... I would be all over it! And the food... AHHH... the food... makes my mouth water, just thinking of it! We were in line for Oscars Whirly Worm, and as we got closer, I thought this may be a good time for daddy and Nora to ride together. (Really I am a big whimp, and even the kid rides make my stomach flip.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUyVPXPnI/AAAAAAAAB6s/H3QDjaGDlVA/s1600-h/Picture+1596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUyVPXPnI/AAAAAAAAB6s/H3QDjaGDlVA/s400/Picture+1596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347977043685883506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did however manage the Skyride, and the Dinosaur Egg Ride &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUy-ZxUPI/AAAAAAAAB68/_rwwF1k6OAg/s1600-h/Picture+1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUy-ZxUPI/AAAAAAAAB68/_rwwF1k6OAg/s400/Picture+1640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347977054735388914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfXUjk-_CI/AAAAAAAAB7M/BzutnIouTRo/s1600-h/Picture+1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfXUjk-_CI/AAAAAAAAB7M/BzutnIouTRo/s400/Picture+1701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347979830673472546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So if you are one of the many, himmin and hawin, about weather you should come visit us... here is ONE MORE good reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1436011471421299190?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1436011471421299190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1436011471421299190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1436011471421299190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1436011471421299190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-great-reason-to-visit-us-in.html' title='Another GREAT reason to visit us in Virginia!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjfUytJaSUI/AAAAAAAAB60/09FdnLcvDko/s72-c/Picture+1631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1968202036898101360</id><published>2009-06-13T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:33:01.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY want it...</title><content type='html'>My mom calls me spoiled! Maybe because when there is something that I want, I can't get it out of my head, and it is all I think about, therefore, it is all I talk about! I can't help it!!! The three of us went to Busch Gardens over the weekend, and had a blast. While Joel drooled over the hugeness of the rides, and Nora googoo'd over Elmo... I was checking out something MUCH more important... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philandteds.com/index-us-may1.htm"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjaaWEHdO7I/AAAAAAAAB6c/ue4rk62PC_g/s1600-h/phil-teds_dash%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjaaWEHdO7I/AAAAAAAAB6c/ue4rk62PC_g/s400/phil-teds_dash%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347631311401860018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will for sure be on my Christmas list this year! And I will start right now, and be really good for the rest of the year. I will be nice to my siblings. I will pick up all my toys! I will eat all my supper! And I won't pinch cute boys butts! (Well, no promises on the last one. But if it meant this stroller will be delivered with a big red bow... I will TRY really hard!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1968202036898101360?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1968202036898101360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1968202036898101360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1968202036898101360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1968202036898101360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-want-it.html' title='I REALLY want it...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SjaaWEHdO7I/AAAAAAAAB6c/ue4rk62PC_g/s72-c/phil-teds_dash%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5351123651174810873</id><published>2009-06-10T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:09:38.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures... but video!!!</title><content type='html'>We bought a video recorder when we first moved here, and I am just now getting around to figuring out how to upload videos off of it. Nora was so stinking hilarious tonight... we had to record her, and plaster it all over our blog! There are a lot of videos, so don't bother watching them all, but if you find it to be ridiculously cute, like we do, then take the time to watch them all. I'm having such a fun time with her at this age. We have our moments, and I know we will have more, but I can't help but appreciate, and document the good times together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN93AEMlQvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN93AEMlQvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8KhLtUukrlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8KhLtUukrlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4ZewT1jdt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4ZewT1jdt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TY-eNK1pYLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TY-eNK1pYLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5351123651174810873?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5351123651174810873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5351123651174810873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5351123651174810873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5351123651174810873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-pictures-but-video.html' title='No Pictures... but video!!!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2640712788653238749</id><published>2009-06-10T14:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:09:49.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still... NO pictures...</title><content type='html'>So, if you aren't gong to read this post, for the lack of pictures, then... well, sorry. I have had a few funny things happen this week, and thought I should blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I was doing a photo shoot with Amy, and on the way home, pretty late, I stopped at Chick Fil-A... which I LOVE! I have been really good at cutting Diet Coke out of my diet, because caffeine I don't really think is healthy for the baby. But, I decided to splurge, and get a diet coke. I drank it on the way home, and thought, "This is the best diet coke I have EVER HAD!" I was a little worried, because this could be my new weakness, and I don't need a weakness like this fabulousness. I even told Joel, "This is really the greatest Diet Coke ever!" He thought it was just because I haven't really been drinking it, that must be why I enjoyed it so much. Well, on Monday, we met some friends at Chick Fil-A for lunch, and I splurged again, and got a diet coke. Again, I thought it was as delicious as the first time. Usually McDonald's has the best Diet Coke, so that is why this is such a surprise for me. Before we left, I ran up, and go a refill. When the woman behind the counter started refilling it with Caffeine free, I WAS HORRIFIED! I said, "No, ma'am, not Caffeine free Diet, just regular diet." She said, "No, we don't serve Regular Diet here." Oh, well in the case... WOOO HOOOO!!! Of course once I knew it was de-caf, it didn't taste nearly as good... but it is still great! If you know me at all, you will know that Diet Coke has become a part of my life since I was... 12? And, so this is a great day for me. I LOVE CHICK-FIL-A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny story, I wish I had my camera for this one, because blogging about it would have made it that much better. Nora has been waking up too early for me the last week or so. SO last night, I decided that I wasn't going to get her out of bed until I was ready. So, this morning, she seemed to be sleeping longer than usual, but I wasn't going to push it. Maybe she was turning over a new leaf. Finally, I hear her, "Mommy, I NEED A TISSUE". I thought maybe she snotted all over, or had a boogie or something gross like that. So, I got up, went to check in on her, and she had my make-up bag. On her lips she had my lipstick, on her whole face, had my concealer, and eye shadow, on her eye-lids my mascara, and all over her arms, hands, and legs, she had my eye liner! She looked like a freaky baby! Daddy thought it was hilarious, that she took my make-up into her room, and waited till she was all ready to call for her tissue. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more story, not at all funny, but worth sharing! I have had a fear of the dentist for a very long time. I think since I had a bad experience when I was a nanny. A few weeks ago, I noticed a back top tooth was missing a piece. Knowing that it would lead to an abscessed, or an exposed root, I called to find a dentist. Here was the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would like to make an appointment to see the dentist, a piece of my tooth broke off. I am a new patient, and I have issues with going to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;Clueless Receptionist: Ok, well when would you like to come in?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, that depends. I need to come in, and have the work done on the same day. If you just take pictures, and schedule an appointment for the work to be done at a later time, chances are, I won't come back.&lt;br /&gt;C.R.: Ok, well he is going to need to look at you, so he knows what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's fine, as long as he can fix it right then. Did you hear me say, I have issues with going to the dentist? I don't think you understand. I would rather give birth 10 times, that have to sit in the chair of a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;C.R.: Oh, well... I can make you the first appointment of the day, and you can see him first, and if there is time he can fix it right them.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Perfect! And make sure you tell him... I HAVE ISSUES! And, will I need to be there early to fill out paperwork, because I am a new patient.&lt;br /&gt;C.R.: Yup, if you could come 10 minutes early, that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope... I can't come early. I will tell you now, if you have me fill out paperwork in your office, and I am done filling it out, and I have to wait, I will most likely leave. Can you please mail me the paper work? I don't mean to be difficult, but I am really really nervous about going to the dentist. And to a new dentist. Oh yeah... and I am pregnant, so he can't give me the Nitrise. So, my nerves are not even going to be able to be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conversation, I am sure she hung up and either quit, or disregarded everything I said. My appointment is tomorrow morning. I have hives, and itchies all over me just from remembering this story, and for the upcoming visit. I know that nothing bad will happen, but I can't stop thinking about the needle, and the drilling, and the horrible tools that will be going into my mouth in 17 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2640712788653238749?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2640712788653238749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2640712788653238749&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2640712788653238749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2640712788653238749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-no-pictures.html' title='Still... NO pictures...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-3120425763063660174</id><published>2009-06-02T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:41:54.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No camera= No pictures</title><content type='html'>I left my daggum battery charger in Michigan, and am awaiting its arrival back into my home. In the mean time, it has been rather different enjoying life without a camera. We went to the beach last weekend, and while there were PLENTY of photo ops... I enjoyed not worrying about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is summer here. The streets are more crowded. It is a different place than when we moved here, that is for sure. By 10am it is over 80 degrees, which is pretty hot for us. Nora covers her nose and says, "I don't like the heat!" Maybe she thinks it stinks? This week we begin a weekly playgroup at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first doctors appointment last week. It was long, but good. My due date is December 28th. This is my 11th week. It is such a blessing to plan such an event. I have known the feeling and worry that comes along with not being able to be pregnant, so I want to be sensative to those that I care about who are in similar situations. Joel and I have NEVER agreed on names, even "Nora", he didn't agree on... and then one day, he fell in love with it. So we have started the baby naming process. I can tell that it is going to take 29 more weeks to figure it out. We asked Nora, "What should we name the baby?" She says, "Nora, Peter Pan, Elmo, Mommy..." so she is absolutely no help at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a "FUNK" this week, and am trying to pull out of it. I have not felt 100%, I have editing that needs to get done *eh... dinners have been, less than exciting... laundry to catch up on from our trip... just not feeling up to any of it. Even blogging, has obviously been low on my priority list. I got lots of great sleep last night, and when I woke up this morning, I though, "WOW... I don't feel tired, for the first time all week!" Then an hour later... I was tired again. So, sorry for the blog lacking, and negative posts! I will make next week better. If I make it to next week... hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-3120425763063660174?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/3120425763063660174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=3120425763063660174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3120425763063660174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/3120425763063660174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-camera-no-pictures.html' title='No camera= No pictures'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1434021354603816256</id><published>2009-05-27T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:21:39.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding, Funeral, ER visit, and as much Tylenol as I am permitted to take!</title><content type='html'>Before I go any further... and because I can't keep it in ANY MORE!!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sh09msZJ65I/AAAAAAAAB6U/PCK8J30hNa0/s1600-h/Picture+1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sh09msZJ65I/AAAAAAAAB6U/PCK8J30hNa0/s400/Picture+1299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340492468092267410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wait another week to post about it, but I think we are ok. I have my first doc visit tomorrow, and hopefully after that, I can be more excited. But we are pretty excited right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a very long time, and I have lots to talk about. Today, I will be focusing on my photography blog. When I get too exhausetd with editing, I will pop on over here, and tell some stories. K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1434021354603816256?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1434021354603816256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1434021354603816256&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1434021354603816256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1434021354603816256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-funeral-er-visit-and-as-much.html' title='A Wedding, Funeral, ER visit, and as much Tylenol as I am permitted to take!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sh09msZJ65I/AAAAAAAAB6U/PCK8J30hNa0/s72-c/Picture+1299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-1971443958572049933</id><published>2009-05-12T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:12:44.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our BIG announcement...</title><content type='html'>We sold our house!!! Well, we didn't really sell it, but we leased it for 3 years, with the option to buy. The buyers/renters seem very interested, and we are very excited! While we are in Michigan next week, we are closing the books on that house! Hopefully for ever, but at least for 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if you thought we had a better announcement... I'll try to come up with a better one next time! Also, sorry about the lack of blogging lately. I have been messing around with the great camera that has been been entrusted in my care, and also with Photoshop, Actions, Templates... all that fun stuff. I wish I had something fun to post about it! All I have right now is a HEADACHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-1971443958572049933?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/1971443958572049933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=1971443958572049933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1971443958572049933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/1971443958572049933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-big-announcement.html' title='Our BIG announcement...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-9118002393631302788</id><published>2009-05-06T20:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:54:20.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haystacks for Dinner... Hawaiian Style!</title><content type='html'>I love this meal, and this is the first time I have ever made it. What have I been waiting for? I am pretty sure this is a mormon meal, so let me share with you the bliss known as Hawaiian Haystacks. Super easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooked rice&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of chicken soup mixed with a half of can of chicken stock, and 1 lb of cooked diced chicken thrown in &lt;br /&gt;any topping you want, we chose: red peppers, orange cheese, crispy Asian noodles, yellow pineapple, and green onions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are yummy to eat, pretty to photograph, great learning colors tool for the kids, and well, the gravy was so good, our kid only wanted that, and straight out of the pot. Not a good habit to get into. Get creative, and do whatever you want. You'll feel like you took the night off when you cook this meal. And it's way better than pizza! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CjqjqNI/AAAAAAAAB6M/eJTfc6ThSNY/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CjqjqNI/AAAAAAAAB6M/eJTfc6ThSNY/s400/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332894221926115538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CkrbF4I/AAAAAAAAB6E/z11lmV0CAv8/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CkrbF4I/AAAAAAAAB6E/z11lmV0CAv8/s400/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332894222198183810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CN-D4II/AAAAAAAAB58/lkZgTd1U9hw/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CN-D4II/AAAAAAAAB58/lkZgTd1U9hw/s400/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332894216102338690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-9118002393631302788?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/9118002393631302788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=9118002393631302788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/9118002393631302788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/9118002393631302788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/05/haystacks-for-dinner-hawaiian-style.html' title='Haystacks for Dinner... Hawaiian Style!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgI_CjqjqNI/AAAAAAAAB6M/eJTfc6ThSNY/s72-c/Picture+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7670297932577246242</id><published>2009-05-06T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:02:38.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... the innocence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgIk9yvuftI/AAAAAAAAB50/RmWyA0me0u8/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgIk9yvuftI/AAAAAAAAB50/RmWyA0me0u8/s400/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332865552772660946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora has been growing quite fond of her new friend. This is the first time she has hung out with a boy day after day. And this kid is ALL BOY! Gabe is a BABE though! Yesterday we met up with them at the aquarium, Nora said, "Gabe is so cute! He is my shavorite, shrend!" They are so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7670297932577246242?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7670297932577246242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7670297932577246242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7670297932577246242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7670297932577246242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh-innocence.html' title='Ahhh... the innocence...'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SgIk9yvuftI/AAAAAAAAB50/RmWyA0me0u8/s72-c/Picture+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-7565766130411303084</id><published>2009-05-04T10:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:42:19.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr &amp; Mrs Smith</title><content type='html'>Saturday our "new" friends took us on an adventure to the beach!!! It is a military beach, with light houses, huge boulder walls, and a photographers dream! In fact while we were there, we saw a wedding being photographed, and also a family portrait session. So, I pulled our new friends away from play, to snap a few shots. I am playing around with my photoshop, and having LOTS of fun, and LOTS of frusteration! Part of the problem is the man in the house. He like to sit over my shoulder, and it makes me all sweaty, and bothered. And not in a good way! So, when he took off for work today, I did my own thing! Here are our new friends. Paige, Garrett, and lil Gabe. A future marine for sure! &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evansfactor/3501764304/" title="Picture 086 copy by kirstynnlq, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3501764304_1137df7b84_b.jpg" width="1024" height="685" alt="Picture 086 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-7565766130411303084?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/7565766130411303084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=7565766130411303084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7565766130411303084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/7565766130411303084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-mrs-smith.html' title='Mr &amp; Mrs Smith'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3501764304_1137df7b84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2922917885128820098</id><published>2009-04-30T15:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:18:50.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Carnival... Back in ACTION!</title><content type='html'>I just got photoshop CS3... and "Totally RAD Actions", so I am using the word ACTION A LOT! Once I figure out WHAT THE HECK I am doing, hopefully there will be a difference in my photos. For now, I am just messin around, and not ready to put anything out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it has been a long time since I have been participating in Cookie Carnivals, and unlike that other cooking group that I am a part of, they don't care if I post or not, I don't get excommunicated from their club! This month the recipe was Lemon Bars. It was not too hard to make. I am not a good crust makes, but this crust reicpe was heavenly. I love it. The lemon filling was so beautiful, and rustic looking. To taste it, it was a little on the sweet side. Joel was not at all happy with the results, and wouldn't even eat them, however, I liked them, as did the family that I served them to. Give em a try the next time your sweet tooth is knocking! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sfn5TMLPmvI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/qaoc35KOwks/s1600-h/Picture+1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sfn5TMLPmvI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/qaoc35KOwks/s400/Picture+1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330565742050908914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Crust:2 cups all-purpose flour3/4 cup confectioners' sugar1/2 cup sliced blanched almonds, lightly toasted1/2 teaspoon salt20 Tablespoons (2 1/2 sticks) cold, unsalted butter, cut into 1/4-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;For the Lemon Filling:4 large eggs1 3/4 cups sugar1/2 teaspoon almond extract1/2 cup all-purpose flour3/4 cup fresh lemon juice (about 7 lemons)1/4 cup confectioners' sugar for sprinkling&lt;br /&gt;To Toast the Almonds:Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Spread the almonds in a single layer on a cookie sheet.  Bake for 10 to 12 minutes, or until lightly golden and you can smell them.  Remove to a wire rack to cool.&lt;br /&gt;Before You Start:Position a rack in the center of your oven.  Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.  Spray a 9 x 13 - inch pan with nonstick vegetable cooking spray.  Make a parchment "sling" by cutting two pieces of parchment paper, measuring 16 1/2 inches long by 12 inches wide (you can also use aluminum foil).  Place one piece across the length, and the other across the width of the pan, with the excess hanging over the edges.  You will use this sling later to lift the finished bar from the pan.  Spray the sling with the cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;To Make the Crust:1. In the bowl of a food processor fitted with the metal blade, pulse the flour, sugar, almonds, and salt to combine.  Add the cold butter in pieces and pulse until the dough comes together in a ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn the dough out into the prepared pan and press evenly into the bottom and 1 1/4 inches up the sides.  (This crust, once it is baked, needs to act as a liner in which to pour the liquidy lemon filling.  So be sure to do a good job of pressing the dough up the sides - no cracks!).  Cover the dough with a piece of parchment paper or aluminum foil, and fill with pie weights ( you can use dried beans or uncooked rice as pie weights as well).  Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, or until lightly golden.  Carefully remove the pie weights and the liner and bake for an additional 10 to 15 minutes, or until the whole crust is golden.  Remove to a wire rack to cool.&lt;br /&gt;To Make the Filling:In a medium bowl, whisk together the eggs and sugar until smooth.  Add the almond extract and flour, and whisk until smooth.  Add the lemon juice, and whisk to combine.&lt;br /&gt;To Complete the Bars:1. Pour the lemon filling into the prepared crust.  Reduce the oven temperature to 325 degrees F.  Bake for 30 minutes, or until the filling is firm and lightly golden.  Remove to a wire rack to cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. When cool use the parchment sling to lift the entire bar from the pan and onto a cutting board.  Slice into twelve 3 x 3 1/2 - inch bars.  Remove from the pan and, using a small sifter, dust with the confectioners' sugar.&lt;br /&gt;The bars keep in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 2 days.  For longer storage, wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for up to 5 days, or freeze well wrapped in plastic wrap and then aluminum foil for up to 3 weeks.  Do not unwrap before defrosting.  Dust with confectioners' sugar before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2922917885128820098?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2922917885128820098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2922917885128820098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2922917885128820098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2922917885128820098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/04/cookie-carnival-back-in-action.html' title='Cookie Carnival... Back in ACTION!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/Sfn5TMLPmvI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/qaoc35KOwks/s72-c/Picture+1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-8406697070188357047</id><published>2009-04-27T17:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:29:34.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE Michigan Mini Sessions!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfYjVpM47iI/AAAAAAAAB5I/r1MIM6BZBB0/s1600-h/images%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfYjVpM47iI/AAAAAAAAB5I/r1MIM6BZBB0/s400/images%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329486063783702050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be home in Michigan in the middle of May, and want to use my camera more in three days than it has been used its entire life!!!! There are so many things that I want to learn, and Amy has been getting my wheels A TURNIN! So, if you are interested, here are the details.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 20, and 21st I am offering free mini photo sessions, (I had to throw in the word Photo, in case people didn't know what I was talking about!) The locations are yet to be determined, I'm thinking, Washtenaw County, Livingston County, and Wayne County. Most likely in the evening, but before the sun goes down. Please either comment my post, or send me an email. I will spend a half hour for each session, and will do my best to get lots of great photos for you. You will recieve a CD of the digital images. I will guarantee that if you are not 100% satisfied.... you don't ever have to talk to me again... NO MONEY BACK! This is just something that I want to do for experience shooting, editing, etc. I only have one subject at my house to shoot, and she is getting a tad bit boring! So, let me know what you think, and we can discuss details individually. Tell all your friends too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-8406697070188357047?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/8406697070188357047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=8406697070188357047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8406697070188357047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/8406697070188357047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-michigan-mini-sessions.html' title='FREE Michigan Mini Sessions!!!!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfYjVpM47iI/AAAAAAAAB5I/r1MIM6BZBB0/s72-c/images%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-2122862507897309690</id><published>2009-04-26T15:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:57:15.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME LULU AND PAPA!!!</title><content type='html'>My parents came into town for the weekend. Nora was ecstatic to see them, and we had a packed weekend. I am so excited to share the pictures, and moments with you! Here is one that is especially touching. If you have been a witness to my parents saying goodbye to us, you will all notice one thing. My mom is the strong one, and my dad is the cry baby! From the day we mentioned we might be moving, and every time it would come up, he would get emotional and teary eyed. He is a big teddy bear, and he has a special relationship with Nora, that is unlike any other. Nora loves her Lulu too, and has lots of crazy fun with her. But there is something different with her and papa. They arrived early early Friday morning, and Nora woke them up. She really didn't know what to think, and wondered, "How the heck did you guys get here?" But ten minutes later, she was back in Michigan again. She put papa right to work... (he is the artistic one!!!!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kuQg9XI/AAAAAAAAB3w/3PSKtg_IhpI/s1600-h/Picture+1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329089399141496178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kuQg9XI/AAAAAAAAB3w/3PSKtg_IhpI/s400/Picture+1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kDmSALI/AAAAAAAAB3o/1aSQh40kf08/s1600-h/Picture+1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329089387690066098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kDmSALI/AAAAAAAAB3o/1aSQh40kf08/s400/Picture+1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kOFsJBI/AAAAAAAAB3g/6PV8_fHHazA/s1600-h/Picture+1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329089390506157074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kOFsJBI/AAAAAAAAB3g/6PV8_fHHazA/s400/Picture+1086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was our ward spaghetti dinner, and cake auction. This, being the first activity in our new ward, I felt an immense amount of pressure to show a piece of my talent, but not "over-do" it. I got a great great idea from a friend back home, and I asked her if I could steal her idea. Once she agreed, the juices started flowing. Hilary Edwards, has been a friend since we were what... 14? She is so super creative, and has to be one of the craftiest people I know. She has... that I know of... 2 blogs, an etsy page, and does all sorts of craft shows. She is awesome... check out her many many talents &lt;a href="http://hilaryandherboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So, I got the idea from Hilary, and therefore, I can't take any credit. Anyways... I knew what I was going to make, and when I showed up with my cake platter, there were some pretty excited faces. We had a great spaghetti dinner, which NORA ate the snot out of. She finished her plate, and her daddy's plate. We were shocked! The only other thing she eats that much of, is Nana's cooking! Someday, I will be up to par for her!!! And yes... that would be another Jenni dress. She's not the same kid without her Jenni dresses on! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTrcu0QsOI/AAAAAAAAB4A/MrlOjShJLCY/s1600-h/Picture+1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329143137922232546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTrcu0QsOI/AAAAAAAAB4A/MrlOjShJLCY/s400/Picture+1104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTrcE-ZPgI/AAAAAAAAB34/U9m6wtWHtZg/s1600-h/Picture+1098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329143126690446850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTrcE-ZPgI/AAAAAAAAB34/U9m6wtWHtZg/s400/Picture+1098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction started, and the desserts were going for $5.00-$15.00. There were ALOT of desserts, so it was taking a long time. They came to my "cake", and the bidding began... there were not only rumors of wars, but... there were wars. The final price was $45.00. We weren't able to stay for the entire auction, so I am not sure how high the rest of the show went, but I was pleased to help raise some serious money for the youth in our church! Here is a pic of the final product.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTtUH5i6-I/AAAAAAAAB4I/MamDjqU-Fqc/s1600-h/Picture+1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329145189059718114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTtUH5i6-I/AAAAAAAAB4I/MamDjqU-Fqc/s400/Picture+1093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 20 cupcakes, decorated to look like spaghetti, with strawberry jelly as the sauce, Ferraro Rocher chocolates as the meatballs, and white chocolate as the grated cheese. Don't those really look like meat balls? I was so impressed! People we almost hesitant thinking that they actually were meatball covered cupcakes. Super fun idea, and easy to do! Thanks Hil... I owe ya one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to a kite park in VB named "Mt. Trashmore". No.... that's not what they call it, that is what it is named. It is a garbage dump that they turned into a park with many many things there to do. You obviously fly kites at the top, apx.100' high. There is a lake, HUGE wooden play structure. We just wanted to fly kites, but the park had TONS of things going on there. A talent audition, dog show, flea market, boot camp, marching band thingy, wow! It was gerat. We were only there for an hour, but it was great. Parents loved it, Nora loved it, the kite got up... I wish the pictures would have turned out better, but it was so sunny, that I could hardly see how the shots came out. Oh well, that is why I am learning, I want to do better at that sort of thing! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw2XQG2YI/AAAAAAAAB4o/g9tNrtv9onM/s1600-h/Picture+1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329149075831314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw2XQG2YI/AAAAAAAAB4o/g9tNrtv9onM/s400/Picture+1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw2BDwPsI/AAAAAAAAB4g/_upyLX8jY7g/s1600-h/Picture+1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329149069873921730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw2BDwPsI/AAAAAAAAB4g/_upyLX8jY7g/s400/Picture+1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw1wI7P-I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/2qzoby46MmY/s1600-h/Picture+1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329149065332211682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw1wI7P-I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/2qzoby46MmY/s400/Picture+1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw1TqzQ8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Eq7ok31Ym3k/s1600-h/Picture+1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329149057689666498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTw1TqzQ8I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Eq7ok31Ym3k/s400/Picture+1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to an Indian Pow Wow at Redwing Park. I was super excited for this, becuase I thought it would be a great photo op. The problem was that the parents were tired, and the kid was OUT OF CONTROL! I am going alone next year!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTzchSsESI/AAAAAAAAB44/LOssi7UWvqQ/s1600-h/Picture+1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329151930384781602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTzchSsESI/AAAAAAAAB44/LOssi7UWvqQ/s400/Picture+1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTzcdmOq3I/AAAAAAAAB4w/fQxG-dSgMPc/s1600-h/Picture+1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329151929392999282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfTzcdmOq3I/AAAAAAAAB4w/fQxG-dSgMPc/s400/Picture+1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the jist of the maddening weekend. We went to church today, then had a real family dinner after. I made a new friend at church who is also new to the area, and the families are getting together tomorrow night. I feel like a little girls on the night before her first day of school. I am so excited to hopefully have a new friend! Her husnabd is a Marine, and they are only going to be here till the end of July, but heck... summer lovin! Not really... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-2122862507897309690?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/2122862507897309690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=2122862507897309690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2122862507897309690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/2122862507897309690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-lulu-and-papa.html' title='WELCOME LULU AND PAPA!!!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfS6kuQg9XI/AAAAAAAAB3w/3PSKtg_IhpI/s72-c/Picture+1084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165071916544042682.post-5045537645088178735</id><published>2009-04-26T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:31:28.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day!</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, my washer and dryer that I have blogged about before, are no longer the great reliable machines they once were. We were given a bill last week for a new computer board needing to be installed, and a two week wait date! So, we trusted the GOOD OLE yellow pages to get us somewhere to wash some laundry. I haven't been to a Laundromat in probably 20 years... and from what I remember, they really haven't changed that much! Nora and I set out for the day, washing 10 loads of laundry, and bringing home 10 wet loads to dry in our dryer. There are about 8 loads that still need to be put away! (JUST KEEPIN IT REAL!!!) It was an adventure for us, and not all that bad. This week, I think I will dry it there, so when I come home, all I have to do it put it away. It's the worst part in my opinion! Of course I couldn't post without thanking my friend &lt;a href="http://blog.jennijackson.com/"&gt;Jenni Jackson&lt;/a&gt; for the amazing dress! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKhs5u1I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wC72EPkAXUo/s1600-h/Picture+1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKhs5u1I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wC72EPkAXUo/s400/Picture+1072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329080153001278290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKQisKQI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/QB46J9ihlm0/s1600-h/Picture+1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKQisKQI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/QB46J9ihlm0/s400/Picture+1066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329080148395043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKSAtWsI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Un8hsb6H_20/s1600-h/Picture+1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKSAtWsI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Un8hsb6H_20/s400/Picture+1062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329080148789385922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165071916544042682-5045537645088178735?l=evansfactor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/feeds/5045537645088178735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4165071916544042682&amp;postID=5045537645088178735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5045537645088178735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4165071916544042682/posts/default/5045537645088178735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evansfactor.blogspot.com/2009/04/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day!'/><author><name>Kirstynn Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646763181450626732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cnseQwapbAU/R_OLGgV98HI/AAAAAAAAACo/g9FXfvB3MJY/S220/detroit+temple.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnseQwapbAU/SfSyKhs5u1I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/wC72EPkAXUo/s72-c/Picture+1072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
