<?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-5891815318649139850</id><updated>2011-08-31T21:16:13.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Adventures of Captain Wise-fellow and Lieutenant Tinkle-bottom</title><subtitle type='html'>Eric, Noelle, Isaac, and Logan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-740637631863576615</id><published>2011-08-31T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:26:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z1TW2IsQBk/Tl55vnPq58I/AAAAAAAAAUU/hBjsF9OGLD0/s1600/DSCN1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z1TW2IsQBk/Tl55vnPq58I/AAAAAAAAAUU/hBjsF9OGLD0/s400/DSCN1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084841664702402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Captain Wisefellow is growing up.... I have to admit , this stings just a little.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was his first day of Kindergarten. I remember from the time he could talk, he would stare out the window and wait everyday for the bus to go buy. I would then have to explain to him that he was just a little too young and when he turned 5, he could ride the school bus.... That day came yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSSbwhet__4/Tl55nPGIa0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oElys96bEno/s1600/DSCN1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSSbwhet__4/Tl55nPGIa0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oElys96bEno/s400/DSCN1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084697743289154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmBZa6SwLuU/Tl55mvFHj-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/uzLOEIwBA9A/s1600/DSCN1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmBZa6SwLuU/Tl55mvFHj-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/uzLOEIwBA9A/s400/DSCN1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084689149104098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KenK-ZLIeW8/Tl55mXifb7I/AAAAAAAAATs/3ZHJ4Nev8U4/s1600/DSCN1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KenK-ZLIeW8/Tl55mXifb7I/AAAAAAAAATs/3ZHJ4Nev8U4/s400/DSCN1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084682829852594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrS_kKTvzAU/Tl55nsNfwRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zF4fCbXFga4/s1600/DSCN1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrS_kKTvzAU/Tl55nsNfwRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zF4fCbXFga4/s400/DSCN1590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084705558806802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, as I am pulling into my driveway, I realize I have no school supplies for him. I have pregnancy brain and I'm struggling to remember things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, we get up and make a mad dash to Walmart and then to great cuts to get his hair cut.  (Good thing he has afternoon kindergarten!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we had to take the back to school pictures... I could be a mom, but I think he looks pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in true tradition, the night before we went back to school we had Eric give both my little ones a fathers blessing. This is something my father did for his children every year and I am so grateful I have a wonderful husband who can continue to do this for our little ones.... It is such a HUGE comfort to them as it was for me growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I held together pretty well... We were all super excited, but as he got on that bus, and the doors closed, I got teary-eyed.  I can't believe how fast they grow... and according to my mom, it just continues to get faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-740637631863576615?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/740637631863576615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/740637631863576615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/740637631863576615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z1TW2IsQBk/Tl55vnPq58I/AAAAAAAAAUU/hBjsF9OGLD0/s72-c/DSCN1592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4944949925451418581</id><published>2011-08-30T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:37:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who'd-a-Thunk???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uin-eP8DgA/Tl1ITUS8QZI/AAAAAAAAATc/yfEzYVwqP4E/s1600/DSCN1561.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/-2Uin-eP8DgA/Tl1ITUS8QZI/AAAAAAAAATc/yfEzYVwqP4E/s400/DSCN1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646749004495339922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSkXAkau8yw/Tl1ITBjN2dI/AAAAAAAAATU/b-jdCKZcrSk/s1600/DSCN1560.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/-gSkXAkau8yw/Tl1ITBjN2dI/AAAAAAAAATU/b-jdCKZcrSk/s400/DSCN1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646748999463328210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UQBlHH_NvI/Tl1ISwOwO3I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZBk059tVUkA/s1600/DSCN1559.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/--UQBlHH_NvI/Tl1ISwOwO3I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZBk059tVUkA/s400/DSCN1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646748994814098290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rhywY2cZlvU/Tl1ISpezrTI/AAAAAAAAATE/5mXgf8GLdys/s1600/DSCN1555.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/-rhywY2cZlvU/Tl1ISpezrTI/AAAAAAAAATE/5mXgf8GLdys/s400/DSCN1555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646748993002384690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amCbvxPG_rY/Tl1ITrboHAI/AAAAAAAAATk/-C8Eyge3pMM/s1600/DSCN1562.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/-amCbvxPG_rY/Tl1ITrboHAI/AAAAAAAAATk/-C8Eyge3pMM/s400/DSCN1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646749010705783810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I started thinking of my family and what I wanted for my children, I promised myself that I would provide them  opportunities so they could gain confidence and a love for many things. That includes sports.... With my incredible lack of sports talent, I seriously thought I would pass that down to my little ones.&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend we had Isaacs 1st soccer game. It was unbelievably hot! 98 degrees at 1:00 PM. We took our sports umbrella and set it up and sent our little one out to bake in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;The game started and we watched and I started to realize something... My little one was pretty good! I know we aren't supposed to keep track, but his team won 4-1 and my Isaac scored 3 out of the 4 points!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised and I was super excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4944949925451418581?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4944949925451418581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2011/08/whod-thunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4944949925451418581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4944949925451418581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2011/08/whod-thunk.html' title='Who&apos;d-a-Thunk???'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uin-eP8DgA/Tl1ITUS8QZI/AAAAAAAAATc/yfEzYVwqP4E/s72-c/DSCN1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4897805052563114180</id><published>2011-08-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:24:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Annual Post...</title><content type='html'>I'm a HUGE slacker. I should try to go back and update for the last year. Too much has happened, so that won't be happening. However, I am going to do my best to keep up with my little blog this year... It's a new school year and I am making it a resolution of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4897805052563114180?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4897805052563114180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-annual-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4897805052563114180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4897805052563114180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-annual-post.html' title='My Annual Post...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8670731528139190498</id><published>2010-08-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:02:39.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squeaky Shoe Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRz8A7SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xGKruzbTjEU/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRz8A7SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xGKruzbTjEU/s400/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503483713041788194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRtFjXEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4uKYulhSeCY/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRtFjXEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4uKYulhSeCY/s400/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503483711202745410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRFtUGZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RENsIFJSncU/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRFtUGZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RENsIFJSncU/s400/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503483700632099218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... For the longest time, I have wanted to turn my child into a human chew toy :) Not really, but I have wanted to get my Logan some squeaky shoes... As annoying as they can be. Every craft boutique I have found and looked at, has had them but not in the size I need for him.&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday, I was shopping with my sister and her kids and my mom... We walked past the squeaky shoes and I had to stop to see if there were any in his size. There was one size 5 left. We tried them on Logan and you should have seen his face lite up when he realized what his feet could do... Nicole then decided that she should try them on her little one. He took one step in them and sat down sobbing and crying, desperately trying to get them off. She decided that he was so cute in them that she would get them anyway. I decided to get a different style since I already had one like it.&lt;br /&gt;The shoes she took to the register to buy were literally the ONLY size 5 in the store... :( To make matters worse, when we got back to grammy Nana's home and went to put nephew down to bed, we looked up to see my little tot sitting on the fireplace with his cousin's squeaky shoes trying to get his shoes off and put the others on. Auntie Coley was nice enough to let him walk around in them for a while but we eventually had to take them off of him.&lt;br /&gt; I then decided to make it my mission over the weekend, to find squeaky shoes. I went all over northern utah making phone calls to try to find these shoes... No squeaky shoes in his size.&lt;br /&gt;Got on Facebook and asked if anyone knew where I could find these squeaky shoes. I was directed (after some comments as to how crazy I am for wanting those) to a place that sells them online. I was stoked because she lives in farmington... I ordered these cute camo shoes and they were to my house by Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;WRONG SIZE!!!! The shoes that I ordered run small and I couldn't fit his cute chubby foot into them. So the VERY disappointed mommy gets online and gets in touch with an awesome shoe distributor and she was able to get me another pair. (not of the same ones, though)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... Long story short, Life has been restored to the Sadler residence. Our life is complete because we have SQUEAKY SHOES!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-8670731528139190498?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8670731528139190498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/08/squeaky-shoe-saga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8670731528139190498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8670731528139190498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/08/squeaky-shoe-saga.html' title='The Squeaky Shoe Saga'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TGBNRz8A7SI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xGKruzbTjEU/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-232195923250337863</id><published>2010-07-13T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:32:46.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate?... I THINK NOT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TD0g_TfiwfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QLVBK4jpBXc/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TD0g_TfiwfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QLVBK4jpBXc/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493583392398295538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, I started teaching lessons at 7. Isaac woke up early so I put him down to watch Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. (It's his new favorite) I started to hear Logan move around a bit at like 7:40 and I had 20 minutes left of the lesson. So I decided that he could spend the 20 minutes in his bed and when I switched lessons, I would get him up and give him his breakfast. So at 8, I say goodbye to my two students and start to head back to the boys' room. I open the door to the worst smell and I start to say "Oh Logan! You made a poo poo!" I only got to the the "you made" when I saw his face. It was COVERED in poo. His entire left side of his face, legs, arms, blanky, bed, sheets, pillow, and other blanket was SMEARED. To make things worse, He had coated his binky with a lovely layer of poo and was in the process of sucking on it... I know! TOTALLY GROSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;So I panicked! I had two students on their way to receive their lesson. I pulled him into the bathroom and looked at the disaster I had to clean up... I don't know how I did it. I put him in the bath-tub and as I turned on the water, my student came in. I had her start to work on her scales while I gave poop-head a bath. It was spectacular!!!!! It was super Ironic because just an hour before this happened I told myself "Self, This is going to be a good day. I declare it so!"&lt;br /&gt;As famously quoted by a very wise man (my Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;"I have always maintained (and always will), that it takes a very strong stomach to be a parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Fear not --  into the fray!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And tomorrow will be a better day!  I declare it so!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-232195923250337863?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/232195923250337863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-i-think-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/232195923250337863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/232195923250337863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-i-think-not.html' title='Chocolate?... I THINK NOT!!!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TD0g_TfiwfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QLVBK4jpBXc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-9195774690181478510</id><published>2010-06-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:34:00.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and their Games.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNoNfWaVfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/84r5URHuGno/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNoNfWaVfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/84r5URHuGno/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486343352030483954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNnY64XQ3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/R63lWw6kLJ0/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNnY64XQ3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/R63lWw6kLJ0/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486342448887579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know what I was thinking, going bowling with the boys. But the day before Logan's birthday, we thought it would be fun to take them bowling.  And sure, the boys loved it, but I got CREAMED! It's a pretty big blow to your ego when your 3 year old can out bowl you. We actually had a lot of fun. Logan was thrilled until we actually got bowling and then it was too noisy and he insisted on being in one of our arms at all times.  Isaac loved it! He keeps begging to go back but we haven't had the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNmHZ-dLOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PPba6ksSH3A/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNmHZ-dLOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PPba6ksSH3A/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486341048485358818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNmGwcASvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/upJrYS3lS7I/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNmGwcASvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/upJrYS3lS7I/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486341037335005938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNmFv6QqWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lTT9YOSbb50/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNmFv6QqWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lTT9YOSbb50/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486341020013603170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Isaac's ball is rolling pretty straight down the center... and that is him doing the happy dance after he hit the pins. Rubbing it in to mommy that his score is better than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our awesome score... Eric is the 90, Isaac's is the 75, and what's that you see?!?! Yes, that's right. That is my awesome score! The incredible 47. If this were golf, I so would have won...  smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-9195774690181478510?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/9195774690181478510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/06/boys-and-their-games.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/9195774690181478510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/9195774690181478510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/06/boys-and-their-games.html' title='Boys and their Games.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNoNfWaVfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/84r5URHuGno/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8413169389789811205</id><published>2010-06-21T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:58:48.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now to play catch up... Logan's first birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_ez1mBmrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/udQAbDWdckc/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_ez1mBmrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/udQAbDWdckc/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485347853301815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan was CRAZY about the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Since his nickname is "Monkey", we went with a monkey theme.&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it but the walls are covered with Vinyl monkey faces and polka dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_ey0UF1eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f3JKuTjDMpA/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_ey0UF1eI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f3JKuTjDMpA/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485347835778291170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wake Logan up for his party. He wasn't quite ready but this picture is priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_eyf-H63I/AAAAAAAAAN8/l5jSCrPZiZM/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_eyf-H63I/AAAAAAAAAN8/l5jSCrPZiZM/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485347830317443954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome friend made these cakes for me. The banana is his smash cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_exuEYc8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Lk_Jqv2_TV8/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_exuEYc8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Lk_Jqv2_TV8/s320/097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485347816921920450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan LOVED his toys... and to this day, he is still loving them.&lt;br /&gt;I, however, would like to thank the person that gave him that extremely noisy lawn mower!&lt;br /&gt;And this is seriously the messiest he ever got with his smash cake. So unlike his older brother!&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome time with wonderful family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_exJpiNgI/AAAAAAAAANs/B6YYqSHTJSw/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_exJpiNgI/AAAAAAAAANs/B6YYqSHTJSw/s320/104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485347807145637378" 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/5891815318649139850-8413169389789811205?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8413169389789811205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-now-to-play-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8413169389789811205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8413169389789811205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-now-to-play-catch-up.html' title='And now to play catch up... Logan&apos;s first birthday'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TB_ez1mBmrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/udQAbDWdckc/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4391531119290278451</id><published>2010-06-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:31:55.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger!!!</title><content type='html'>I have come to the realization that I am a BAD BLOGGER!!!!! I vow to do better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4391531119290278451?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4391531119290278451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4391531119290278451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4391531119290278451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4839439963568328410</id><published>2010-03-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:42:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNeZl4CJLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fvkhEn57liI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNeZl4CJLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fvkhEn57liI/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486332564824270002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac was so cute this year because his little pre-school class had a great Valentines day party and he was so excited to take his valentines. We had to make 15 of them plus 3 for the teachers.  We ordered them from Stampin' Up and they had awesome little robots on them and they folded into the coolest little pouches that we sealed in Starbursts and Skittles with a heart sticker. I helped write his name on them and he continued to sign it his own way. At some point during the process of making these valentines, I received a phone call and got a little behind on my end of the process. He acted a little exasperated and jumped ahead of me and was finished with his part of making them before I was off the phone.  I really enjoyed the time spent with my little one making these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNeYxnBCFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_dFgLoadEIY/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNeYxnBCFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_dFgLoadEIY/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486332550794250322" 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/5891815318649139850-4839439963568328410?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4839439963568328410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/03/valentines-in-june.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4839439963568328410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4839439963568328410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/03/valentines-in-june.html' title='Valentines...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/TCNeZl4CJLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fvkhEn57liI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-893652386946238386</id><published>2010-02-02T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:57:14.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Child... the Hamster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isXUNQO9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ywtmcSOWR6Q/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isXUNQO9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ywtmcSOWR6Q/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433782466983771090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isW-xLS7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h-U5ZS_6pjA/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isW-xLS7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h-U5ZS_6pjA/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433782461228862386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isWbUmrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oEn1BQJsf0E/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isWbUmrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oEn1BQJsf0E/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433782451713781362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a Yoga ball that I like to teach on... by sitting and balancing on the ball, I get stronger abs and I work my core muscles. My youngest urchin, has claimed this ball as his own. He gets rather upset with me when I'm sitting on it and will squeal with anger until I let him have it. He will spend hours at a time pushing this ball around the house. My oldest has just recently discovered that it's a lot of fun to bounce this gargantuan ball off of his younger brothers forehead... We've had many long talks and timeouts with this one...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... what used to be my teaching yoga ball has turned into my "hamsters" running wheel...&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is theirs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-893652386946238386?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/893652386946238386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-child-hamster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/893652386946238386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/893652386946238386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-child-hamster.html' title='My Child... the Hamster.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/S2isXUNQO9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ywtmcSOWR6Q/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-7353574912228362721</id><published>2009-09-28T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:46:28.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SsD_yb1XOZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A-sgkmkwUQA/s1600-h/back+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; clear: both;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SsD_yb1XOZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A-sgkmkwUQA/s320/back+to+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So it's been quite a while since I've posted... and a lot has happened since Isaac's birthday party...  Isaac went back to school! Yes... my little boy is growing up. I was really nervous for him and after I dropped him off, I came home and cried for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;the night before, we went to "Back to school" night. And we got to pick out a train and come home and decorate it. He chose blue and then he and I retired down into mommy's craft room and we decorated it. This train helps him identify his cubby at school.&lt;br /&gt;He has had the time of his life! He love going to preschool and when it's time for him to go home, I almost have to pick him up and haul him to the car because he doesn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SsECx8WQAkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jSslPl1JK-8/s1600-h/peach+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Next, we had peach days!!! I love the celebration of peaches... We got togeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SsEEbEJgFJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V0DcIZG2U5M/s1600-h/peach+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SsEEbEJgFJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V0DcIZG2U5M/s400/peach+days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386591492328395922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;er for our annual parade celebration. And I think that all of us feel that if there aren't any doughnuts at the parade, It really isn't a parade. Every single one of us brought doughnuts to share. it was pretty funny. Isaac still doesn't like the sound of the sirens. And cousin karter  was pretty terrified of them. Grammy and aunt Maryanne had a great time with the umbrella hats. It was perfect weather and we all had a super fun time...&lt;br /&gt;There is much more to post but for now, I have to go console a teething child.&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Why didn't someone remind me how rough teething children are? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5891815318649139850-7353574912228362721?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/7353574912228362721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/7353574912228362721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/7353574912228362721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SsD_yb1XOZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A-sgkmkwUQA/s72-c/back+to+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4151122216137047640</id><published>2009-08-20T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:41:31.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting bigger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So4jExlDmPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HPDyK4Lhjsw/s1600-h/birthday+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So4jExlDmPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HPDyK4Lhjsw/s200/birthday+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372269970434791666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So4jETQArVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3pcVCUgyABo/s1600-h/birthday+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So4jETQArVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3pcVCUgyABo/s200/birthday+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372269962293456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nLdvaFKI/AAAAAAAAALw/ll3eFf8O8ls/s1600-h/birthday+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nLdvaFKI/AAAAAAAAALw/ll3eFf8O8ls/s200/birthday+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204114670916770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nK8rHw3I/AAAAAAAAALo/XCYPKBMOiOU/s1600-h/birthday+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nK8rHw3I/AAAAAAAAALo/XCYPKBMOiOU/s200/birthday+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204105794569074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nJnb1voI/AAAAAAAAALY/YzbGEpI9ek0/s1600-h/birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nJnb1voI/AAAAAAAAALY/YzbGEpI9ek0/s200/birthday+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204082913459842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nKIzrVdI/AAAAAAAAALg/RPE7PtaWQ3c/s1600-h/birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nKIzrVdI/AAAAAAAAALg/RPE7PtaWQ3c/s200/birthday+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204091871811026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nKIzrVdI/AAAAAAAAALg/RPE7PtaWQ3c/s1600-h/birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nKIzrVdI/AAAAAAAAALg/RPE7PtaWQ3c/s200/birthday+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204091871811026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mmz2J6WI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tX1Okp7Ep34/s1600-h/birthday+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mmz2J6WI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tX1Okp7Ep34/s200/birthday+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203484949637474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mnbzsShI/AAAAAAAAALA/BUAHmmUuKtw/s1600-h/birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mnbzsShI/AAAAAAAAALA/BUAHmmUuKtw/s200/birthday+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203495676725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3moLVDtDI/AAAAAAAAALI/yLkIFQOLB-8/s1600-h/birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3moLVDtDI/AAAAAAAAALI/yLkIFQOLB-8/s200/birthday+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203508433138738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nJFGxL6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/mwAFgguUcPM/s1600-h/birthday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3nJFGxL6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/mwAFgguUcPM/s200/birthday+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204073698275234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;My little Isaac turned 3 this week... He is growing up so fast! This year we decided to do a Dinosaur theme... We broke out the Cricut and the streamers and turned our house into Dinoville and he was so stoked...&lt;br /&gt;For days he talked about his birthday and how he would instantly get bigger... We would ask him how old he is going to be and instead of telling us "3' He would say "And I will get bigger and stronger like daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mmMgR42I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3EttmMt4lPs/s1600-h/birthday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mmMgR42I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3EttmMt4lPs/s200/birthday+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203474388902754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mlnUU5OI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X-iSGRc9TX4/s1600-h/birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So3mlnUU5OI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X-iSGRc9TX4/s200/birthday+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203464406656226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;He was so cute because he would open his present and go and hug the person who gave it to him. We had dinosaur cake, cupcakes and sugar cookies... The cake was hard to make... I didn't have a good time. But he thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Cute cousin Karter came. and he was just as excited as Isaac was to open his presents...&lt;br /&gt;We made dinosaur eggs by pouring a couple of drops of brown ink inside white balloons. This made the dinosaur eggs look dirty :) We had a lot of fun putting this together.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Isaac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4151122216137047640?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4151122216137047640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-bigger.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4151122216137047640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4151122216137047640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-bigger.html' title='Getting bigger...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/So4jExlDmPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HPDyK4Lhjsw/s72-c/birthday+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-210556925013503900</id><published>2009-08-11T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:37:52.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping... The Easy Way!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6-H9aJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nfJBx3Hln3w/s1600-h/cabin+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6-H9aJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nfJBx3Hln3w/s200/cabin+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834927678548114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6b00_AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8yZFxtaGGbA/s1600-h/cabin+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6b00_AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8yZFxtaGGbA/s200/cabin+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834918471498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6Gs4PiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QPnONgC_dUE/s1600-h/cabin+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6Gs4PiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QPnONgC_dUE/s200/cabin+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834912801013282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;So we just got back from our last vacation of the year and it went pretty well! We had a great time. We headed up to the cabin in Island park and considering it was a vacation on a budget, it was awesome!!!  We have discovered that the only time we can travel with Logan and have him be happy is at night. I hand him back a bottle and after he's done, he falls asleep. If we travel in the day... Boy Howdy!!! He lets us have it the ENTIRE WAY... He has a great set of lungs, that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuYH0tlaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1mhb2yjtbUY/s1600-h/cabin+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuYH0tlaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1mhb2yjtbUY/s200/cabin+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834328986752418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuXsKKJGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SIgkMOeu3mI/s1600-h/cabin+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuXsKKJGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SIgkMOeu3mI/s200/cabin+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834321560511586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuXfxQ2zI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fZ6ZopXItoI/s1600-h/cabin+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuXfxQ2zI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fZ6ZopXItoI/s200/cabin+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834318234868530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuW_vAvoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eMFrFNY-Axw/s1600-h/cabin+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuW_vAvoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eMFrFNY-Axw/s200/cabin+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834309635489410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuWo2g6II/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pvtr3Vmdgk8/s1600-h/cabin+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHuWo2g6II/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pvtr3Vmdgk8/s200/cabin+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834303492941954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Anyway... We got up there about 11:30 pm which was pretty good timing considering we were traveling with a 3 year old that is just freshly potty trained. The next day we decided we'd better get the boat out and go boating because the weather was supposed to cool down drastically. (Which it did...) Yes, that is me you see in the inter-tube being hauled  behind the boat. I didn't have my swimsuit with me (and let's face it, if I did, who would really want to see me in it?) (I mean... seriously!) so I just hopped out there in my clothes! It was awesome. I haven't done something like that for many years. This picture of Logan is right before we went out on the lake. I thought I had left his hat home so we did a do-rag for him... It didn't last long. That's why I had him under my sling the entire time...  You can see a picture of him peaking out from under it. He wasn't very happy with me... Eric tried to water ski  but it had been too many years and he couldn't quite get out of the water. But he was able to knee board.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the boys got together and went paintballing. Isaac was desperate to go but we kept telling him he was too young. Maybe next year. He did get a chance to shoot Eric's gun and try on his mask, though... It was pure torture to keep him in the cabin while the others were out there playing. He was pretty miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I spent time working with Logan on sitting up. We got pretty good at this. He was a really good baby. He talked and cooed and didn't give us too much attitude for being away from his crib for almost 2 weeks.  My in-laws may have wanted to hurt us at 6:30 in the morning when my plumpster thought it was a good time to get up and have a bottle.  (They were really good sports about it! They said it didn't bother them at all)&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the time playing games... a lot of Hand and Foot and some Farkle. Noric has officially lost its magic winning power... It happened when we had kids. We didn't win any game... And then we relaxed.  Which was so nice! We had great meals cause we each took a night to cook. All in all it was exactly what I needed... To get out and go have a relaxing time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;I feel refreshed and like I can handle anything:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-210556925013503900?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/210556925013503900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-easy-way.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/210556925013503900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/210556925013503900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-easy-way.html' title='Camping... The Easy Way!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SoHu6-H9aJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nfJBx3Hln3w/s72-c/cabin+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-2255047072364756483</id><published>2009-08-04T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:30:14.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in the Tetons!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SnjBtmZwXxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssdS5GX1TMo/s1600-h/camping+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SnjBtmZwXxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssdS5GX1TMo/s320/camping+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251945158795026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;We just got back from an awesome vacation! We left on Monday night and arrived at Colter Bay in the Teton National Forest at about 1:30 in the morning. My family had already been up there and set up camp for us. On Tuesday, we got up and the boys went for a hike while us girls sat at the picnic table making jewelry... Yes, we did play with little itty bitty beads while sitting in the dirt. At first I thought it wouldn't work and that we were crazy but we didn't lose too many beads :) Wednesday, we went into Jackson Hole and then went to the Bar J Wranglers. They are hilarious and Isaac was so cute! When they would say something he would climb in his dad's lap and say "What he say, daddy?" We did a lot of playing and at the end of the day we were all sooo exhausted. The high up there was only about 75 degrees and it got down to about 35 degrees at night... It was awesome! We had to stay very bundled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SnjBsvudGrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IgAaIPVJrPA/s1600-h/camping+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SnjBsvudGrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IgAaIPVJrPA/s320/camping+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366251930481662642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Grammy and grandpa did some awesome thing to make this such a fun vacation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;They put together a goody bag for both boys to play with that had fun little airplanes, helicopters, coloring books, and stickers for a sticker book in it... It also had a ton of candy. Isaac acted like he had died and gone to heaven. This pic is of Grammy stringing a fruit loop cereal necklace for Isaac to take hiking. It was his "Emergency Preparedness Necklace." Grammy helped him get started and he strung 3 little loops on it and then he wanted her to do the rest. He wanted the benefits without the work... Grammy caved :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sni-lIk-oXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_NoL1x0IChs/s1600-h/camping+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sni-lIk-oXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_NoL1x0IChs/s320/camping+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366248501178966386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;One of Isaac's favorite thing to do was to play in the dirt and pine needles. He was playing like he was a dump truck and he would move the dirt from one place to the other. This face says it all. It doesn't need much more explanation. Needless to say that the first thing we did when we got home was bathe our boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sni-jhy2EyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YjfekjQbcYQ/s1600-h/camping+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sni-jhy2EyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YjfekjQbcYQ/s320/camping+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366248473588273954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Our cute sister and brother-in-law brought up their hammock. This has become quite the popular thing since Kenny has joined the family. Camping just isn't camping without being able to swing in the hammock. Logan had some great quality time with his daddy on this hammock and Isaac thought that it was the best thing to run and swing into the hammock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sni-iympPfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M3UfQj69H5Y/s1600-h/camping+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sni-iympPfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M3UfQj69H5Y/s320/camping+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366248460920634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Here is Logan doing what he does best! Eating and being cute. Camping with little ones is quite a bit more difficult than without. For instance: Logan would wake up like he always does at about 6:30 AM and he would want his bottle ASAP!!!! Well it's not as easy as turning on the faucet and having warm water pour out. We would have to wake up grandpa to get his burner out. Then we would have to hook up the propane tank and then go down to get some water from the water place... After that we have to heat up a pot of water with his bottle sitting in the middle of the water..... It was quite the hassle.  We just about had to do that with all the feedings. It was a hassle but so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom and dad for making this such a great trip for me and my family! We love you so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-2255047072364756483?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/2255047072364756483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-just-got-back-from-awesome-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2255047072364756483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2255047072364756483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-just-got-back-from-awesome-vacation.html' title='Camping in the Tetons!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SnjBtmZwXxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ssdS5GX1TMo/s72-c/camping+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8021091236970228848</id><published>2009-07-21T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:39:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.... As Good As New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;My son is hilarious!  He doesn't like to eat anything new... So, in the past, we have been eating regular dinner and making him chicken nuggets, peanut butter sandwich, or mac and cheese. I'm getting tired of doing that and we don't eat together when we do it. He is to the point where he won't even try the food sitting in front of him. So he can't get down from the table until he has at least 2 or 3 bites.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had the Bear Creek cream of potato soup and homemade bread. I loved it and so did Eric. But of course Isaac won't try it. He ate his bread, but no soup. So we looked at him and said he couldn't watch Cartoon Transformers until he had his 2 bites. So he stalls.... "I drink my milk first." "I eat my bread first." My favorite was.... "I scratch my bumb first." No kidding! Then he scratches his bumb and looks at me and says: "Ok... As good as new!"&lt;br /&gt;We burst out laughing! We couldn't hold it in... Where did that come from? "As good as new!" I think he's quite the character. Needless to say, Eric had to threaten that he was going downstairs without Isaac. I helped him eat his 2 bites to which he gagged on.  He'll learn to eat what we eat... eventually :) (Of course after the bumb has been restored to "as good as new")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-8021091236970228848?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8021091236970228848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-good-as-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8021091236970228848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8021091236970228848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-good-as-new.html' title='.... As Good As New...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-6119887826484290289</id><published>2009-07-07T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:50:29.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaacs First Crush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;There is the cutest little girl that lives directly south of us... We share a fence with her and if any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SlPOWUKKptI/AAAAAAAAAII/-jWdzs58brE/s1600-h/4th+of+july+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SlPOWUKKptI/AAAAAAAAAII/-jWdzs58brE/s400/4th+of+july+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355851264637445842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;have ever seen Monster's Inc. she looks quite a bit like Boo from that show. Cute brown hair in pig-tails, big eyes and the cutest little voice. For the longest time, Isaac would see them come out to play in their back yard and he would walk over to the fence and watch her play.  And probably for about 6 months or maybe even more, he has remembered her in his prayers at night. He has called her "goyl" that's girl with a little Jersey accent :) "And please bless goyl!"&lt;br /&gt;He has finally learned her name is Ryan. So the other day, Eric was out heating up the grill for dinner and Isaac was out with him. Eric said "go say hi to Ryan." Isaac goes down the stairs and stands at the gate and Ryan comes over to say hi. They both stand there watching each other and you can hear Ryan talking to him. After about 3 minutes of just standing there, Isaac comes back up the stairs and looks at Eric and says, "I no can talk to Ryan. I'm sick!" And turns and walks inside. He wasn't sick... Maybe love sick :) He must have gotten nervous when approached by this cute girl... Butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on July 5th. We were at a family reunion and he was playing sword fights with Karter and Grandpa great when he got hit in the face with a stick. I think the picture is classic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-6119887826484290289?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/6119887826484290289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/isaacs-first-crush.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/6119887826484290289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/6119887826484290289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/isaacs-first-crush.html' title='Isaacs First Crush!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SlPOWUKKptI/AAAAAAAAAII/-jWdzs58brE/s72-c/4th+of+july+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-5373380515281887103</id><published>2009-07-02T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:50:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenthood... Do I have what it takes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A week ago my teeth decide that they have had enough! So I'm forced into the dentist to have him drill, poke, and prod at my teeth. I don't do well with this. So he numbs  me and leaves. When he comes back I think to myself. My teeth don't feel as numb as they did last time. Sure enough, he starts to drill and I can feel it! (There is nothing worse!)  After an hour and a half of this misery, I finally drive back to Layton to pick up my sweet little children. Isaac decided that he didn't want to leave Karters house and I was half tempted to let him live there... I'm sure Nicole isn't quite ready to have 3 kids. So I haul out the little ones to the car and drive like a mad man to get them out to grandpa running's house. Of course, Little Logan is in the back seat SCREAMING to the top of his lungs cuz he hates the car. I drop Isaac off and head up to teach at Weber. I teach for an hour, head back out to Plain City (Where grandpa running lives) to pick up Isaac... I stay and visit for about 1/2 hour so Isaac can play a little more and of course when it comes time to leave, he gives me fits. By this time the numbness has completely worn off and my teeth are pounding. Isaac is screaming because he doesn't want to leave, Logan is screaming because he is once again in that car. I rush home and realize I desperately need a break. So I put Logan down for a nap and take Isaac downstairs where it's cooler. Our house is at 82 degrees because our swamp needed to be cleaned.  Anyway, after about 20 minutes, Logan decides he his hungry. I make his bottle and trot downstairs to feed him. As soon as I sit down and put the bottle in his mouth, Isaac looks at me and says, "uh-oh, There's pee-pee in my unner-wear." I put the bottle down and haul both screaming Logan and Isaac up the stairs and I make Isaac go pee-pee.  Now, we are still trying to get this poo- poo thing down. I told him he needed to go while he was sitting there because he hasn't gone for days. He refused. So I picked up a screaming Logan and went back downstairs with both boys... I hadn't had Logan up to the bottle for more than 30 seconds when Isaac goes running upstairs to grab his blankie and run back downstairs. I looked at him and asked if he needed to go poo-poo. He started screaming and crying and saying "No like to go poo-poo." This is not a normal response to this question. So I put the bottle back down and walk over to see what has happened, and sure enough, there is a little bump in his "unner-wear".  Back upstairs I go to put down an even more hysterical Logan, who truly believes that he is never going to get to eat. Isaac refused to come upstairs, so I had to go downstairs and drag him up by his armpits. As I assessed the situation, I decided that the little poop was going to fall and needed a place to do it. So I grabbed a plastic bag an put it under him. I was doing great! It plopped down right where I needed it to. Now all I needed to do was get him on the potty. As I helped him off with his unnerwear, everything went in slow motion... Isaac lowered his foot right into that log of poop! I don't know if it was the stress of  the day, the throbbing in the side of my head, or the screaming child in the next rooom, or the fact that my house was 82 degrees but I lost it. I let out a pretty good scream which scared my little Isaac. He was crying pretty hard before but when that eeked out of me, he was even worse. As I was cleaning up poop in the cracks of my little boys toes, he was gagging. I thought I was going to have to clean up vomit as well. I was able to stop the hysterics and love him better. But he was not getting off that potty until he had gone poo-poo. I went in the other room, grabbed starving, screaming, wasting-away-to-nothing Logan and went out to the rocker to feed him. As I held my little baby I cried. I had lost my temper at my toddler because of something I shouldn't have. It was a build up of a lot of things. I'm sure later that evening he had gotten over it, but I'm sure I will forever have that little tot sitting on the toilet, sobbing and crying, forever burned into my brain....&lt;br /&gt;Not one of my prouder moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-5373380515281887103?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/5373380515281887103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/parenthood-do-i-have-what-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/5373380515281887103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/5373380515281887103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/parenthood-do-i-have-what-it-takes.html' title='Parenthood... Do I have what it takes?'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-3902652384889543921</id><published>2009-07-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:54:49.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip, Hip.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Skt3Zyxn2CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/55tH5LGa8vs/s1600-h/Mr.+Binx+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Skt3Zyxn2CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/55tH5LGa8vs/s400/Mr.+Binx+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353503867070306338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;HOORAY!!!!!! Congratulations Eric! Eric got accepted to Weber's MBA Program... We got the letter last night and he opened it and read the first line to me. It told him he was in... Then he went upstairs and started to play with the boys and light the grill for dinner.  Good thing I take an interest in his life. I grabbed the letter and continued to read. Because of his "outstanding" GMAT scores, they told him he can apply for a scholarship that would cover anywhere from $2000-$5000 a semester. That would be SUCH a huge help! I am so proud of him and can't wait to begin this journey with him in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-3902652384889543921?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/3902652384889543921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/hip-hip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3902652384889543921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3902652384889543921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/07/hip-hip.html' title='Hip, Hip.....'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Skt3Zyxn2CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/55tH5LGa8vs/s72-c/Mr.+Binx+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-2027186853939557812</id><published>2009-06-29T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:03:44.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Today was the funeral of that little boy up in Willard that accidentally inhaled a couple of drops of paint thinner. My sisters (Nicole and Natalie) and I were asked to sing at this sweet little boys funeral. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do. My heart just went out to the parents. He was only 14 months old... It made me really sit back and think about my wonderful  blessings.&lt;br /&gt;I am the luckiest mom alive to have two beautiful little boys who fill my life with such joy and laughter. I don't know what I would do without them... I am also grateful for my sweet husband and the knowledge that, heaven forbid, I were ever to lose one of my children I would be able to see them again and be with them forever.&lt;br /&gt;It really put things in perspective  for me today,  how blessed I truly am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-2027186853939557812?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/2027186853939557812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2027186853939557812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2027186853939557812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-blessings.html' title='My Blessings.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-352412044143376322</id><published>2009-06-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:21:23.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps, Bruises, and Shots.... OH MY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP1qjRwgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p5XwyZFLizo/s1600-h/mday+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP1qjRwgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p5XwyZFLizo/s320/mday+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350293771945886210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP1TsmUbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0d9MT0VdMYg/s1600-h/mday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP1TsmUbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0d9MT0VdMYg/s320/mday+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350293765810966962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP03s5lPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BAN18_tbryw/s1600-h/mday+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP03s5lPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BAN18_tbryw/s320/mday+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350293758296036594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP0hPB38I/AAAAAAAAAHc/RJWF9Bemkws/s1600-h/mday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP0hPB38I/AAAAAAAAAHc/RJWF9Bemkws/s320/mday+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350293752265170882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP0bGZjvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kOrg_S57T68/s1600-h/mday+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP0bGZjvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kOrg_S57T68/s320/mday+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350293750618361586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;What a day!!!! It was a day that I should have stayed in bed and hid from the world :)  The two boys and I decided that we needed a couple of things from wally-world. So I pack up the boys in the car and head down the road. I put them in a cart and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;got the items I needed. Isaac kept standing up in the cart I kept telling him he was going to fall and get hurt. As I strongly tell him to sit down he finally obeys and slams his mouth into the edge of the cart.  (I think that's how you spell cart... maybe it's with a k.) Anyway... Isaac managed to rip the little piece of skin that connects the lip to the gum and really messed up his tooth. He was hysterical!!! Sobbing and crying all the way out to the car... Here is a pic of him with a blood blister on his lip.  Then we had to take Logan to get his shots. He didn't do so well with his first shots and I knew he would struggle with these ones. He got 2 in his left leg and 1 in his rignt. Sure enough. He took about an hour nap and he's been screaming all afternoon... Isaac was able to pull a smile out of him while I was taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway... He's a big boy he weighs 16.1 pounds and 24 1/2 inches long. He's 75 percentile for weight and 35 percentile for height! I love my chunky baby boys :) Even when they are screaming at me all day. (Eric, when are you coming home from work?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-352412044143376322?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/352412044143376322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/bumps-bruises-and-shots-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/352412044143376322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/352412044143376322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/bumps-bruises-and-shots-oh-my.html' title='Bumps, Bruises, and Shots.... OH MY!!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SkAP1qjRwgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p5XwyZFLizo/s72-c/mday+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-2688981465050722773</id><published>2009-06-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:12:51.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano... By the wayside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So today I thought I would get on and practice the piano. I had fed little Logan and Isaac was content to just sit and play with his trucks. I put Logan on the floor to do tummy time right next to me and I started to learn a new piece. This is something I haven 't done for an extremely long time! I miss it and I feel like I need to keep my technique so I don't lose everything I have worked for. I started to play and immediately my sweet 2 1/2 year old was sitting on my bench with me playing right where I needed to be and Logan started screaming. I plugged the binky in  his mouth and scooted Isaac over to my teaching chair. Then Isaac wanted to sit in my lap while I practiced. I loved that he wanted to be with me but I didn't get anything done... So I turned off the piano light and went and played with my sons. I guess there is a season for all things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-2688981465050722773?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/2688981465050722773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/piano-by-wayside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2688981465050722773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2688981465050722773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/piano-by-wayside.html' title='Piano... By the wayside?'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-3619093657845304977</id><published>2009-06-08T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:38:47.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mto6XXHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fNoi-wIJvcI/s1600-h/air+show+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mto6XXHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fNoi-wIJvcI/s320/air+show+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041267021012082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mtLcMQnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A_rcrtPmRHQ/s1600-h/air+show+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mtLcMQnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A_rcrtPmRHQ/s320/air+show+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041259109827186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1ms-7xzaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KWnz3T-7XoE/s1600-h/air+show+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1ms-7xzaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KWnz3T-7XoE/s320/air+show+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041255752650146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mskKQLHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ao8r-_Wbttw/s1600-h/air+show+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mskKQLHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ao8r-_Wbttw/s320/air+show+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041248565603442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1msciiUxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6mRIWxn_2-A/s1600-h/air+show+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1msciiUxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6mRIWxn_2-A/s320/air+show+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041246519972626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;We had such a great weekend!!!! For Kelly's birthday, we all went to their house for a barbeque. Well their back yard is Hill Air Force Base so we got a great show without having to fight the crowds... and there was shade! We ate so good and watched the boys play. Every time a plane would go by, Isaac would be either super excited or cry cuz the noise was so loud. I was sad though because we couldn't stay for the thunderbirds.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we gathered back at Nicole and Kelly's house and church to bless baby Jace. It was raining outside so we couldn't play out there but we still had an awesome brunch.  Thanx Nicole and Kelly for providing the parties this weekend! It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-3619093657845304977?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/3619093657845304977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3619093657845304977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3619093657845304977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Si1mto6XXHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fNoi-wIJvcI/s72-c/air+show+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-1301272577202374321</id><published>2009-06-02T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:57:23.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potty Experiment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhvdPnBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eY5_oVbN1Kg/s1600-h/Potty+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhvdPnBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eY5_oVbN1Kg/s320/Potty+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757376968596498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhTaVsaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2vdQuoBtPLU/s1600-h/Potty+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhTaVsaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2vdQuoBtPLU/s320/Potty+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757369440219554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhGrtKEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kU-Pzo_-x8/s1600-h/Potty+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhGrtKEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5kU-Pzo_-x8/s320/Potty+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757366023399490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJg03-UPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TLRlRyTU-aU/s1600-h/Potty+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJg03-UPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TLRlRyTU-aU/s320/Potty+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757361243017458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So, on Friday, I look at my dear sweet husband and say "I have a hair cut, good luck with the potty training." (I was a little more diplomatic than that but that's the general idea.) On my way back to Ogden I get a phone call from Eric saying "You need to come home right now!!!! We have an emergency!" I asked him what it was and he wouldn't tell me. After much prying, I was able to get the reason out of him. My darling little boy was wearing the Dora the explorer toilet seat around the top of his head and when Eric turned his back, Isaac had somehow managed to pull it down around his neck. Eric tried and tried but couldn't get it back over his head. He eventually had to unscrew the plastic ring and cut the rest of it off. Isaac was so sad about this and he was also mad at dad for taking these pics. It was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Potty training has gone pretty smooth thanks to my wonderful husband. He has been very patient with Isaac and has spent endless hours on our bathroom floor. And Isaac has seemed to be ok with the whole idea. By Sunday, we were accident free. But he also had been holding his bowel movements... aka poo poo :) He wanted to wear big boy pants in his nap. So we told him he had to go potty first... He wanted his Giraffe while he sat there and he looked at us and told us to close the door. When we asked him what he was doing he replied "I'm paying the puter" (Playing the computer) This is what dad does when he needs to go poo poo... So Isaac is following close in dad's footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-1301272577202374321?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/1301272577202374321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/potty-experiment.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1301272577202374321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1301272577202374321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/06/potty-experiment.html' title='The Potty Experiment...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SiVJhvdPnBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eY5_oVbN1Kg/s72-c/Potty+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8945426139457281213</id><published>2009-05-28T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:55:47.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there life.... After Potty Training?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the weekend. I think we are going to do it! We are going to potty train Isaac. I'm pretty scared and I have nooo clue what I'm doing. We've gone to the library and checked out Once Upon a Potty on dvd for him and we are currently in the process of learning the potty song... Pretty intense :) We also bought the Elmo's potty dvd. He seems to like them.  Then we went and bought some dinosaur training pants. He's totally stoked! So this morning, Isaac sneeks into our downstairs bathroom to hide to go poo-poo.  I thought "Hey this is a GREAT opportunity to have a positive experience." HA! A lot I know!!!! So I take him by the hand to lead him upstairs to the pottty. We take off the diaper and sit him down. We read books, look at a toy he really wants that is promised to him if he poo-poo's in the potty, and sing songs. After about 7 minutes he looks at me and tells me he's done. So I go and get a diaper to put on and when I come back, he's standing over by the tub and says "The floor is wet." Sure enough he felt the floor was a much better place to go "wee-wee". This is going to be a FUN weekend... Any suggestions... Anyone? Anyone want to get paid to do this for me? NO? Just wondering... I'll keep you updated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-8945426139457281213?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8945426139457281213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-there-life-after-potty-training.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8945426139457281213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8945426139457281213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-there-life-after-potty-training.html' title='Is there life.... After Potty Training?'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8236408829199894386</id><published>2009-05-26T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:59:32.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;We had a great Memorial day. We had a lot of fun but we also got a lot of house work done. Saturday we went to a brunch at the golden corral with Eric's grandma. It was nice to see and visit with Eric's family... We don't get to visit much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Shxi1TSqLuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1t1x_eVZ-nU/s1600-h/KarterIsaac+Memorial+Day+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Shxi1TSqLuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1t1x_eVZ-nU/s400/KarterIsaac+Memorial+Day+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340251926005690082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;After brunch, we went up and visited Grandma Sparrow's grave. I didn't get very much time to know this special lady. She was so wonderful and welcoming. She loved every one of her children, grand children, and great grand children. She had so much love for all of us and I feel so honored to get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac got a new swing set this weekend and Saturday morning he was up by 6:30 wanting to go out and play. He had an awesome weekend!&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we went up to Soda Springs where there is the world's Largest Man-Made Guyser there!!!! This is where my Grandfather was laid to rest. It's a tradition that we all get together and decorate his grave and then we have a picnic at the park next to the cemetary. This is a picture of Isaac and his cousin Karter they just got done running like crazy through the grass. As we traveled back home through some pretty awesome rain-storms, Eric and I decided that we don't know that much about my grandpa DeWin... We get together because it means a lot to grandma Nea and my mother, but I would like to know more about grandpa. My mother is the youngest in her family and therefore we are the youngest cousins and grand-children. I have very few memories of my grandpa since he died when I was about 4 years old. And my youngest sister has no idea what a great man he really was... I think I need to make it a goal to become more acquainted with his memory and try to get to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Fun was had by all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-8236408829199894386?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8236408829199894386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8236408829199894386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8236408829199894386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Fun...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Shxi1TSqLuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1t1x_eVZ-nU/s72-c/KarterIsaac+Memorial+Day+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-152054525442913449</id><published>2009-05-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:05:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Testing Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Today my handsome husband is down in Draper taking a 4 hour grueling test. He's taking the GMAT. Not my idea of a fun day off. He had to take work off so he could take this test. It's one step closer to getting back to grad school. I am so proud of him and I love him very much... Best of luck Eric!!!! We will be cheering you on at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-152054525442913449?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/152054525442913449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-testing-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/152054525442913449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/152054525442913449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-testing-day.html' title='Happy Testing Day!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-2061286735147219525</id><published>2009-05-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:38:23.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;So... Last night, Eric goes upstairs to check on Isaac and he hears Isaac in there grunting. Eric asks Isaac what he's doing and why he's grunting. He looks at dad and says "it's hard!" He was trying to get the shell off of the turtle with the binky in it. The shell is actually a backpack that is velcroed on. So Eric helps him take off the shell. Isaac turns the turtle around and starts to look for an entrance inside the turtle to get the binky out. Eric tells Isaac that the binky still can't come out. He eventually went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Isaac also had his first nap yesterday since we put the binky away. I was really worried because I need him to sleep so I can teach. I put him down at 2 and he stayed in there and played. At 2:30 he comes out of his room and says "Wanna Wock." (rock in the rocking chair) I was in the process of feeding Logan so it was not possible to "wock" him. So back to bed he went. I started to teach at 3:30 and he had not gone to sleep yet. All of a sudden I hear the door knob being hit and Isaac starts to complain. Now, Isaac has known how to open doors for at least a year now so I was a little confused as to what was going on. I excused myself from my lesson and walked back. I opened the door and his room smelled of lovely mandarin oranges. He was completely slimed with my mandarin orange lotion. He looked at me and said "I scrubbed myself, mommy" I couldn't help but laugh! I finished rubbing the lotion in and put him back to bed. He cried for about 5 minutes and then fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;He has never had the need to find things to do in his room during his nap because he has just loved sleeping with his binky. Now that his binky has gone to live in Mr. Binx, he has become VERY creative with his nap/sleep time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-2061286735147219525?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/2061286735147219525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/saga-continues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2061286735147219525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/2061286735147219525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4906156993278861436</id><published>2009-05-18T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:27:59.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No binky?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4hHvhAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TuH_ZB4z9rk/s1600-h/Mr.+Binx+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4hHvhAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TuH_ZB4z9rk/s320/Mr.+Binx+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331678374233090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4E4oPXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1GFrq5vMcGY/s1600-h/Mr.+Binx+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4E4oPXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1GFrq5vMcGY/s320/Mr.+Binx+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331670794648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4FxBneI/AAAAAAAAAFk/clwwMP6qqiM/s1600-h/Mr.+Binx+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4FxBneI/AAAAAAAAAFk/clwwMP6qqiM/s320/Mr.+Binx+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331671031193058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC391a6xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/urHNwOxpdFs/s1600-h/Mr.+Binx+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC391a6xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/urHNwOxpdFs/s320/Mr.+Binx+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331668902144786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been an interesting weekend. Eric and I decided that Isaac was old enough to put the binky away. I have heard of many ways to do this but I wanted to make it a special day for him. So we got up early in the morning and went to Jeremiah's for breakfast. We ordered him a chocolate chip pancake... I don't know why we do this because he only takes one bite of it and then spends the rest of the time eating the fruit. The fruit this time was Watermelon and he ate at least 2 huge pieces. We had to ask the waitress for more. Anyway... Then we boarded the train to ride down to Salt Lake.We hopped on trax and rode to the gateway.  On the way down, we explained to Isaac what we were doing with his binky... He looked at us and said "I ride the train!!!!!" We went to build a bear and let him pick out a turtle to put the Binky in. We then named him Mr. Binx. He was doing fine until it came time for bed. He looked at dad and said "Where's Binky?" Eric told him that he was in Mr. Binx and that was where he was living now. He cried  but fell asleep anyway. He woke up 3 times that night crying so hard. Eric was very sad... He didn't want to get rid of the binky. But it was time, right? He's adjusting... He only woke up one time last night and cried... We're improving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4906156993278861436?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4906156993278861436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-binky.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4906156993278861436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4906156993278861436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-binky.html' title='No binky?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/ShIC4hHvhAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TuH_ZB4z9rk/s72-c/Mr.+Binx+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-778234440267737779</id><published>2009-05-13T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:59:10.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The zoo... on a hill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwUclIRWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yl39OKU83b4/s1600-h/the+zoo+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwUclIRWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yl39OKU83b4/s200/the+zoo+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340942633747810" border="0" /&gt; Me and my boys sitting at the zoo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwUEGLEgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n7ptwth09wc/s1600-h/the+zoo+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwUEGLEgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n7ptwth09wc/s200/the+zoo+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340936061456898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We rode on the train... Logan wasn't sure what to think of that so he just held on tight to mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwT-vSpzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ueusc_fETxg/s1600-h/the+zoo+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwT-vSpzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ueusc_fETxg/s200/the+zoo+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340934623307570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So... within 2 hours of being at the zoo, Logan had a poopy blowout and I didn't pack an extra outfit. Did you know that the zoo doesn't sell little boy pants... you can buy the whole outfit but not just the pants. We kept his minky blanky wrapped around his little legs but this is how he was the entire day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwTkbQX6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3tLcGg6WG6c/s1600-h/the+zoo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwTkbQX6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3tLcGg6WG6c/s200/the+zoo+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340927559950242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad and Isaac watching the elephant. I love this picture of these two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwTRAw2DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-Uo8DNmMZ3s/s1600-h/the+zoo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwTRAw2DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-Uo8DNmMZ3s/s200/the+zoo+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340922348558386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday, May 8th, we decided to take Isaac and Logan to the zoo.  So it's been like 17 years since I've been to the zoo... and apparently its built on a hill. We had a great time though. Logan was a good boy and Isaac had a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-778234440267737779?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/778234440267737779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo-on-hill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/778234440267737779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/778234440267737779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo-on-hill.html' title='The zoo... on a hill.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgrwUclIRWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yl39OKU83b4/s72-c/the+zoo+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-283051579932947526</id><published>2009-05-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:59:36.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SghD72uum7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4TNfi192KZQ/s1600-h/easter+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SghD72uum7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4TNfi192KZQ/s200/easter+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588454203202482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SghD7pqoMKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ievpful9KKs/s1600-h/easter+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SghD7pqoMKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ievpful9KKs/s200/easter+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588450696343714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was mother's day.  I just want to share with you my feelings about being a mom. I think I'm the luckiest person alive to have such sweet wonderful boys.  It is so rewarding to be able to comfort them when they are crying and to have my cute little 2 month look at me and grin great big with his cute dimples. Nothing is more special than my 2 year old son leaning into my ear and whispering "I lus you, mom." I love my job of being a mom... It is one of the 2 best things I have done in my life... The other was marrying my sweet husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-283051579932947526?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/283051579932947526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/283051579932947526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/283051579932947526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SghD72uum7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4TNfi192KZQ/s72-c/easter+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-3627142423032732457</id><published>2009-05-07T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:57:13.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bumbo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzjB3zxvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aR316gb_x94/s1600-h/bumbo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzjB3zxvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aR316gb_x94/s200/bumbo+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163060627752690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzi81uwAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2xeIlUKmDM0/s1600-h/bumbo+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzi81uwAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2xeIlUKmDM0/s200/bumbo+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163059276857346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzij9GOfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HCeoeTnKjAs/s1600-h/bumbo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzij9GOfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HCeoeTnKjAs/s200/bumbo+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163052596869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMziKf5XGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nu6Z0f4_WMY/s1600-h/bumbo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMziKf5XGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nu6Z0f4_WMY/s200/bumbo+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163045763505250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzhydb5NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uAGRHpXQDLA/s1600-h/bumbo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzhydb5NI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uAGRHpXQDLA/s200/bumbo+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163039310734546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today we went to find a Bumbo... I wanted one of these when we had Isaac but never got around to getting one. So me and my boys ventured out on a journey to find one. Of course Walmart was out so we traveled to Target. Isaac was pretty excited...  He keeps saying "I like the bumbo." Here are some cute pics of Logan in them... We are still a little young. He's having trouble keeping his head up.  But check out those dimples!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-3627142423032732457?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/3627142423032732457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/bumbo-1-4-7-13-15.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3627142423032732457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3627142423032732457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/05/bumbo-1-4-7-13-15.html' title='The Bumbo...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SgMzjB3zxvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aR316gb_x94/s72-c/bumbo+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8556489904989425918</id><published>2009-04-30T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:57:53.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5uwkuOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hg_va1MjrNI/s1600-h/easter+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5uwkuOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hg_va1MjrNI/s200/easter+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330576299773966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we made sugar cookies and Isaac and dad loved licking the beaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5c1ujMI/AAAAAAAAADs/ramHD5njbBg/s1600-h/easter+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5c1ujMI/AAAAAAAAADs/ramHD5njbBg/s200/easter+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330576294963743938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5OWxGzI/AAAAAAAAADk/jodIxuWOtQg/s1600-h/easter+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5OWxGzI/AAAAAAAAADk/jodIxuWOtQg/s200/easter+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330576291075791666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we also died and colored easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC4lORfLI/AAAAAAAAADc/6EEjP4Juh58/s1600-h/easter+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC4lORfLI/AAAAAAAAADc/6EEjP4Juh58/s200/easter+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330576280034311346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC4qHzriI/AAAAAAAAADU/1g1WJ9SRAXk/s1600-h/easter+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC4qHzriI/AAAAAAAAADU/1g1WJ9SRAXk/s200/easter+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330576281349369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been a long time since I've had any time to post... I don't even have much time today. But I wanted to share some easter pics of my cute boys. For Easter, we went to Eric's parents home. They had awesome chicken that they put in their oil-less fryer. It was delicious. Marilyn had a cute little egg hunt for Isaac, Copeland, and Logan... Even though the last 2 had more help from their parents finding the eggs :) We had a great time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-8556489904989425918?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8556489904989425918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8556489904989425918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8556489904989425918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SfoC5uwkuOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hg_va1MjrNI/s72-c/easter+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-6745864997746934206</id><published>2009-04-07T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:00:12.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Logan is 6 weeks old now and has his 1st illness. It's been a lot of fun :) It started on Sunday when we were at my parents house for conference. My dad was holding Logan and said "I think he sounds a little congested." I told him that he usually sounds like that and continued with the day. On our way home I started to worry about it. You see, I'm terrified of him getting RSV. As the night progressed, he started to sound like he was drowning in his own snot. At 1 in the morning Eric and I decided that we needed to get him in to Wee Care. So I left my warm house and traveled to Layton so he could be seen by a doctor. He just told me it was a cold and gave us some saline for the nose. As the night turned to day, his snot started to become FLOURESCENT yellow~! YIKES. I didn't know what to do... So my sweet mother came down to help me. We took him back to the instacare and there they discovered he has an ear infection in both ears. We got some antibiotics and he has turned around. He still sounds a little congested but not like it was. I don't know what I would have done without my mom... She was a HUGE help and things are starting to look up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-6745864997746934206?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/6745864997746934206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/6745864997746934206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/6745864997746934206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-sick.html' title='So Sick!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-512028198160464338</id><published>2009-03-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:00:49.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, baby, sleep!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEIZuEItoI/AAAAAAAAADM/_sPB_fDiiDA/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEIZuEItoI/AAAAAAAAADM/_sPB_fDiiDA/s320/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319041872856397442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I start teaching again this week. I'm doing make-up group lessons and also I get to go back up to Weber to teach. So I thought this would be a good week to let Logan fall asleep in his cradle. The sweet little guy thinks that he can't go to sleep  unless he has been rocked for a good 20 minutes in our arms. (And they say you can't spoil a newborn!) So being a new week... I fed him, changed his diaper, and waited until his eyes started to get droopy. Then I went and placed him gently in his cradle. He started to grunt and has been screaming for the last hour. He will settle down and then remember why he was upset to begin with. I walked upstairs just about 15 minutes ago and he had finally gone to the sleepy land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-512028198160464338?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/512028198160464338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-baby-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/512028198160464338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/512028198160464338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-baby-sleep.html' title='Sleep, baby, sleep!!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEIZuEItoI/AAAAAAAAADM/_sPB_fDiiDA/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-1887237869436838508</id><published>2009-03-30T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:51:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEGjXXg7AI/AAAAAAAAADE/TtdAil_wVT8/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEGjXXg7AI/AAAAAAAAADE/TtdAil_wVT8/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319039839539096578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEGQwq17cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rso0o6oSi1Q/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEGQwq17cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rso0o6oSi1Q/s320/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319039519913536962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted for a while. I've been pretty busy. Anyway... yesterday was Logan's baby blessing. It was a neat day for us. Our church is at 9 in the morning so it was hard to get everything ready before we left. And can I say that getting 2 boys ready for church is a whole other ball game. I had to start at 6 AM. Eric gave a beautiful blessing. After the meeting we all headed back in the HUGE snow storm and got ready for our brunch. We had a breakfast quiche and lots of other yummy breakfast goodness. Logan was an angel the whole day. He slept while he was passed around to our family to hold.Isaac even got to play with Karter. It was a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;Here is Logan wearing his blessing outfit and Isaac peeking around to see his sleeping baby brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-1887237869436838508?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/1887237869436838508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1887237869436838508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1887237869436838508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-day.html' title='Special Day.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SdEGjXXg7AI/AAAAAAAAADE/TtdAil_wVT8/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4821995940938175536</id><published>2009-03-18T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:55:40.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!!!! POOH!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited yesterday because I actually got to go play in Brigham. We had a lovely day... I went and got my hair cut and then we got a bite to eat at wingers. We then went to walmart and picked up mom's pictures of Logan and the rest of the boys so she can scrapbook them at the expo. (SOOOO excited!) When we got back to mom's house, we just visited for awhile. Then Nicole and mom had to teach and I ventured downstairs to read my Kindle and hang out with Logan. I went to change Logan's bumb on mom's ottoman, with a blanket under him, and as I started to take his diaper off, he started to toot. I though, "I'd better hurry because I don't want to get pooped on." Sure enough as I was speedily wiping his but, He shot poop out and covered me with it!!!!!! It was like a great big poopy guyser!  I was shocked. It got all over mom's cushion, my shirt, my pants, and even my phone... I cleaned it up but my poor dad had to steam clean the cushion. Needless to say... I have never had that happen before! Not even with Isaac. We still love Logan though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4821995940938175536?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4821995940938175536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4821995940938175536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4821995940938175536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-pooh.html' title='Oh!!!! POOH!!!'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-1395594887595254641</id><published>2009-03-14T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:39:21.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxOGnFBjYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MMCCRInL5K4/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxOGnFBjYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MMCCRInL5K4/s320/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313207535866580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxOGWKn3mI/AAAAAAAAACs/qfqdcgDd1ow/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxOGWKn3mI/AAAAAAAAACs/qfqdcgDd1ow/s320/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313207531326660194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my birthday and my sweet sister told me she would tend my boys so I could go out with my husband and celebrate. Logan slept all day while Nicole held him and Isaac played so hard with Karter. They did yard work and spent the majority of the afternoon running around. On the way home, Isaac crashed hard in the back seat and when Eric carried him in, he wanted to lay on the couch and continue to rest. Clearly, Logan was still zonked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-1395594887595254641?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/1395594887595254641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-boys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1395594887595254641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1395594887595254641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-boys.html' title='Tired boys.'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxOGnFBjYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MMCCRInL5K4/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-3080141532391496429</id><published>2009-03-14T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:32:51.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Buble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxKf6R7sBI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZuzPM7MSIoA/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxKf6R7sBI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZuzPM7MSIoA/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313203572471214098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxKfsnx3lI/AAAAAAAAACc/su4dChQqT_Y/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxKfsnx3lI/AAAAAAAAACc/su4dChQqT_Y/s320/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313203568804748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sweet little boy turns from Dr. Jekyl to Mr. Hyde when we are changing his bottom or giving him his nightly rub-down. It's a thrill :) But yesterday I thought it would be a good idea to turn on Michael Buble since my ipod was right next to him. He sat and just stared into space during the whole rub-down. He listened to Michael and loved every moment of it. I thought it might have been a coincidence, so I tried it again today... Sure enough, he loved it again. I had to take pics of it because he was being so stinking cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-3080141532391496429?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/3080141532391496429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-buble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3080141532391496429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/3080141532391496429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-buble.html' title='Mr. Buble...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbxKf6R7sBI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZuzPM7MSIoA/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-8448959507179491166</id><published>2009-03-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:23:59.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbl9X7Q4SWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HwVlpKsvj7g/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbl9X7Q4SWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HwVlpKsvj7g/s320/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312415085459163490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbl9HVsKOYI/AAAAAAAAABI/AROrE5GaXb0/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbl9HVsKOYI/AAAAAAAAABI/AROrE5GaXb0/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312414800495131010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan's stub finally fell off and we had our first bath a couple of days ago. Of course, you always have to have the pics...&lt;br /&gt;He LOVED it!!!! He just sat in there and soaked. I guess it felt like home to him. However, when I got him out, he screamed until he stopped breathing... 3 times!!!! He really let me have it. He's got quite the temper for a 3 week old.  You still gotta love him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-8448959507179491166?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/8448959507179491166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/bath-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8448959507179491166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/8448959507179491166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbl9X7Q4SWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HwVlpKsvj7g/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-1133060728719754456</id><published>2009-03-11T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:46:52.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' Playdough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbf473bEdpI/AAAAAAAAABA/WW8s5ZE1s50/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbf473bEdpI/AAAAAAAAABA/WW8s5ZE1s50/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311987992880248466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eric went back to work yesterday for the first time since Logan was born. I can honestly tell you that I was quite nervous to take care of both of my boys by myself. In fact I had a tough time holding things together when Eric left at 6:00 AM.  However, I think it went pretty smoothe... I had enough time to take care of Logan and still play with Isaac...&lt;br /&gt;One of the things Isaac and I did while Logan was sleeping was playing with playdough. He loved it and we talked about colors and counted the sharks that he cut out of the playdough.&lt;br /&gt;He loved it so much that when the Bishopric came over last night to see how we were doing, the playdough bag was the first thing that Isaac showed them. (He then proceded to show the rest of his toys to them and show them how fast he can run!!!)&lt;br /&gt;It was a life-saver. We played with it for an hour and a half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-1133060728719754456?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/1133060728719754456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/playin-playdough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1133060728719754456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/1133060728719754456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/playin-playdough.html' title='Playin&apos; Playdough...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/Sbf473bEdpI/AAAAAAAAABA/WW8s5ZE1s50/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891815318649139850.post-4968526804784641532</id><published>2009-03-10T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:49:32.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog newborn...</title><content type='html'>So I figured I'd better join the world of bloggers... I'll figure it out eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5891815318649139850-4968526804784641532?l=lnoellesadler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/feeds/4968526804784641532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-newborn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4968526804784641532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891815318649139850/posts/default/4968526804784641532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lnoellesadler.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-newborn.html' title='Blog newborn...'/><author><name>noelle willes sadler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01830861831611958276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q4sES1Ysdp8/SbmCkT_68tI/AAAAAAAAABc/JvTXVDT1-LA/S220/sadler+(20+of+64).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
