<?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-251334905677449443</id><updated>2011-09-09T08:33:27.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaas Dudes</title><subtitle type='html'>Seriously, there are boys everywhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4751129738088986609</id><published>2010-12-08T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:50:23.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian is delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and to prove it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TQBBfysBaII/AAAAAAAABGA/7QKcyR_l6SQ/s1600/PC080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548506755358615682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg6lcfwP1I/AAAAAAAABEc/HUPKI6n00-g/s400/PB080126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we blessed sweet sweet baby Ian. The blessing was a total disaster. The microphone wasn't working so Adam just had to talk loud, someone opened the partitions in the back mid-blessing (so noisy!!), a cell phone rang, and some dumb lady sat down in Adam's seat almost on top of me. All of those things minus a few key people we love missing out made for a sad blessing that I didn't even get to hear. I'm sure it was great, though. At least he was freaking cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537238509274264162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg5Fi3n8mI/AAAAAAAABDU/OQBpCgycH4k/s400/PB070095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537238516921219106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg5F_WzOCI/AAAAAAAABDc/aI2ifMFHJ_Y/s400/PB070096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243414505935058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg9jER_UNI/AAAAAAAABEs/_pqC6LDC6Mk/s400/PB070120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537238519129781906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg5GHlXNpI/AAAAAAAABDk/PKkdBnuk2s0/s400/PB070102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg8WKuhJLI/AAAAAAAABEk/kl_uCwKCuXY/s1600/PB070104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243442150934306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg9krREhyI/AAAAAAAABFE/UJ2i4uc8V8k/s400/PB070103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243460278999570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg9luzI2hI/AAAAAAAABFM/GNWR8iG8mmc/s400/PB070122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243633216809490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg9vzCuahI/AAAAAAAABFU/epQBTDcn9Vo/s400/PB070104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243434040062690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg9kNDScuI/AAAAAAAABE8/Gu2I1VwrU88/s400/PB070110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537243427958098978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg9j2ZPDCI/AAAAAAAABE0/Zer4nnjdAzU/s400/PB070114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8161513919444416649?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8161513919444416649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/ians-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8161513919444416649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8161513919444416649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/ians-blessing.html' title='Ian&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNg6lcfwP1I/AAAAAAAABEc/HUPKI6n00-g/s72-c/PB080126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2138168339471352774</id><published>2010-11-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:29:27.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenies</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, I love when they have a Halloween parade at my kid's school. I think it's fun and hilarious and I love to see all those costumes. I also like to help my kids have awesome costumes. If you refer to &lt;a href="http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-and-mason.html"&gt;years&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/apparently-im-little-impatient.html"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt;, we have usually had the more traditional costumes. McKay has been a mummy&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgrIEDEJcI/AAAAAAAABBk/HbuN1cMlUA4/s1600/100_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537223159377569218" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgrIEDEJcI/AAAAAAAABBk/HbuN1cMlUA4/s400/100_1037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a scarecrow, the headless horseman, a dog, a frog, a whatever this is...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgrItfVWII/AAAAAAAABBs/YolTDC3-6Gs/s1600/100_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537223170501990530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgrItfVWII/AAAAAAAABBs/YolTDC3-6Gs/s400/100_1016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a thug. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537229219888870930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgwo1NjthI/AAAAAAAABC0/VWhYl8CtJVY/s400/IM000336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Only one time was he anything from the movies/t.v. and that was Spiderman. The surprising thing is that the last three (mummy, scarecrow, headless horseman) were all HIS idea. He tells me what he wants and I try to make a totally radical costume. This was the first year he picked something more commercial and wanted me to make it. I still think he was adorable. So, the point to that long ramble is that I love the parades. I stayed up until 1am getting their costumes ready for the parade. Then, my little halloweenies woke up and said they were sick and wouldn't go to school! Are you kidding me??? I didn't force the issue and I let them stay home. But after about an hour, just long enough to miss the parade, they were fine!! I took their sorry arses to school and cried the whole way home. I think I'm still a little hormonal from the baby. It rained on the real Halloween and the kids only went out to Trick or Treat for about an hour. This year was sortof a bust for me. At least we had a fun dinner with the &lt;a href="http://http//justinmelissajulianvioletclementine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blairs&lt;/a&gt; (who were adorable). Maybe next year will be better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McKay was Aang from The Last Airbender&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537230013638396338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgxXCKMSbI/AAAAAAAABDE/w4u57gZPnQM/s400/PA300086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason was a killer scarecrow (notice the sword)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537227389838031202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgu-Tvb-WI/AAAAAAAABCc/wkFzWE7Y-Cw/s400/PA300083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson was a green crayon...duh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537227395775390002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgu-p3A4TI/AAAAAAAABCk/nkjKhamxKGw/s400/PA300091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian just sat home with me and was delicious and slept the whole time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537227405963711074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgu_P0GUmI/AAAAAAAABCs/KMOD4Ooj6oE/s400/PB050092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just for fun, here are Mason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537229225624114546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgwpKk8lXI/AAAAAAAABC8/jwQWhhPW5k4/s400/mason3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Carson as young lads.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537231279886408786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgygvTPnFI/AAAAAAAABDM/HDBQ1SXnaro/s400/100_1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2138168339471352774?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2138168339471352774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2138168339471352774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2138168339471352774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenies.html' title='Halloweenies'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNgrIEDEJcI/AAAAAAAABBk/HbuN1cMlUA4/s72-c/100_1037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8753259020773143967</id><published>2010-10-09T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:40:15.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously??</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; opinion as to who Ian looks like. I thought he was kind of a mix of all of them. Well, just to set my mind at ease I figured I would look at some baby pics and compare my four boys. I think I was right. But, I was surprised how much they all look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKay...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526085319748195154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TLCZUeIXk1I/AAAAAAAABAg/nQyo8tBYU2Y/s400/Mckay+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526083723948464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TLCX3lUEGbI/AAAAAAAABAQ/I8dW2yzgwkQ/s400/IM000439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526085328917143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TLCZVASaoII/AAAAAAAABAw/_m94RO8nTwg/s400/Baby+Carson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526086638731943282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TLCahPumXXI/AAAAAAAABBA/PApSgyxhwwg/s400/PA060056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how do I make it so that when you click on the picture it opens the full size picture, so you can see them better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8753259020773143967?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8753259020773143967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8753259020773143967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8753259020773143967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously??'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TLCZUeIXk1I/AAAAAAAABAg/nQyo8tBYU2Y/s72-c/Mckay+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-7517444324257379934</id><published>2010-10-06T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:15:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524980484400895282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyseluuVTI/AAAAAAAABAA/r5BA69TV6a8/s400/PA060060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524980481337827138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyseaUbn0I/AAAAAAAAA_4/Za-0dgZ2zUo/s400/PA060056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524980475962027954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyseGSvb7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/zsEaiqKTIWc/s400/PA060067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524980473394568450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKysd8unHQI/AAAAAAAAA_o/nWBM2GiVqjE/s400/PA060065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524979761076396226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyr0fIuYMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/f4v1ZB4LNsU/s400/PA060064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524979751325321746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyrz6z4yhI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fnpELx_t6Nc/s400/P9230006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524979744943927522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyrzjCccOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/TGTXYUePBSo/s400/PA060062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his brothers love him, just so you know.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524979738562731346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyrzLRDHVI/AAAAAAAAA_A/YglCjo75m8g/s400/P9220001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;well, maybe not Mason. He says Ian farts to much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524981995270419314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyt2iKFs3I/AAAAAAAABAI/8jknbkZ3L2Y/s400/P9220003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-7517444324257379934?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7517444324257379934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/10/ian-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7517444324257379934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7517444324257379934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/10/ian-is-awesome.html' title='Ian is awesome'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyseluuVTI/AAAAAAAABAA/r5BA69TV6a8/s72-c/PA060060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2382075325729445289</id><published>2010-10-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:18:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marraige is what brings us together today.</title><content type='html'>My baby sister got married on Saturday. It was a fun day and she looked amazing and they are just so happy and in love. As per my usual methods, I forgot to get out my camera until someone asked me to get it out. Also, as per usual, I took really crappy pictures. I wish I knew how to take good photos. Still, if you are curious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adjrololo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524973801590241666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKymZmUgOYI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/dkJ1HPdOrPw/s400/PA020039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524975796493993490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyoNt6nxhI/AAAAAAAAA-g/gEPf9MZttrE/s400/PA020044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;taking off the garter...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524973774932318114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKymYDAwl6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/kdbLegxz2wo/s400/PA020025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flipping it into the bushes...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524973779618723394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKymYUeFdkI/AAAAAAAAA94/P4qBSBQ_8Kc/s400/PA020031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried again, got the bushes again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learning how to flip it from the mother of the bride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524973785544184658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKymYqi001I/AAAAAAAAA-A/ssqTdr2v2dk/s400/PA020032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tried again, got the bushes AGAIN, ended up just throwing it at the boys. So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also had to do two bouquet tosses. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; kid caught it the first time. I didn't even see that little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;effer&lt;/span&gt; standing there. Stinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toss #1...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524973796589685602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKymZTsRy2I/AAAAAAAAA-I/9EHSHIp9sIA/s400/PA020036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;right to that naughty little boy. I love how pissed everyone looks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524975801001366626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyoN-tQ1GI/AAAAAAAAA-o/YhplxyCWzEY/s400/PA020037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;toss #2...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524975804628888450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyoOMOIa4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/AV4bdXbxY9k/s400/PA020038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Welcome to the family Felix! You are gonna love it here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524975785218410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKyoND6UB7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wztJ0B9HSP8/s400/PA020041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2382075325729445289?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2382075325729445289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/10/marraige-is-what-brings-us-together.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2382075325729445289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2382075325729445289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/10/marraige-is-what-brings-us-together.html' title='Marraige is what brings us together today.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TKymZmUgOYI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/dkJ1HPdOrPw/s72-c/PA020039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3808131939073619762</id><published>2010-09-21T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:53:58.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy #4 - Ian Kaas</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I had it in my head that I wanted to do this birth natural. I have generally been afraid of the epidural since the beginning of time, yet always got one. With this kid, I decided I was really too scared to get the epidural (who knows why) so I better be prepared to do it naturally. Well, let me just tell you... holy crap. That natural business is insane! Popping a baby out really hurts! All those women who do that more than once are AMAZING! I don't think I would ever do that again. It's a painful business birthing babies. He was also "sunnyside up" which I hear makes it worse. It did go fast and my nurse was so so good and the doctor (who I met for the first time as she walked in to deliver my baby) was great. We got to the L&amp;amp;D room around 9pm and homeboy was born at 11:31. He made it on his due date with 29 minutes to spare! I am glad it went fast, because I think I told Adam 100 times that I couldn't do it anymore. He just smiled at me lovingly, I'm sure thinking the whole time "this was your crazy idea!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519424372358786546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjvOTcULfI/AAAAAAAAA7w/V0FUgmqUzhI/s400/P9150095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(mid contraction - Adam helped by taking pictures. It's funny and painful at the same time)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519424376095394610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjvOhXMSzI/AAAAAAAAA74/T2XBMC2ameU/s400/P9150100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how cool that McKay got to cut the cord??? He was out in the hall with Dan and Stef so literally minutes after Ian was born, McKay came in, cut the cord, made some funny comments like "he sure looks gross" and then was wisked away while we got cleaned up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519424391314503842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjvPaDteKI/AAAAAAAAA8A/GzgAo53fcoU/s400/P9150108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519424396973928562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjvPvJBcHI/AAAAAAAAA8I/DGIDbq1jQoE/s400/P9160116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I look like I just gave birth, no? How come I'm not one of those girls that look all composed and pretty after? My hair is what makes it even more awesome. I was soooooo hot and the nurse kept putting wet rags on my head and around my neck (that's not sweat). It makes for great hair. Also, McKay had just had the flu a few days before, hence the mask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7lbs 14oz, 22 in long. It was amazing that he was packed in my tummy, which never got bigger than 36cm. So weird. I was sure he would be a tiny little lad. Nope.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519428722096635218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjzLfeofVI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/np6lHBgqaXw/s400/P9160128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519424402407958914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjvQDYmKYI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3ntBiRcd5Hs/s400/P9160117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519428741922013058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjzMpVXv4I/AAAAAAAAA8w/AeInv3PV34U/s400/P9160142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519428729485103090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjzL7ALj_I/AAAAAAAAA8g/vlZz2a32ns0/s400/P9160133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;His pinky fingers are a little bent. Pretty cute and/or funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519428731530375554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjzMCnz8YI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Gmi7sN9NkqU/s400/P9160138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meeting his brothers for the first time... please everyone, go right for the face.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519428745184591970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjzM1fOwGI/AAAAAAAAA84/qkJZtV9PkNE/s400/P9160144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519430717857576658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJj0_qRHttI/AAAAAAAAA9A/dx91FcozD9Q/s400/P9160145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mason said "I'm done, he smells like mac &amp;amp; cheese."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519430728590850930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJj1ASQIe3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pe2hqj1Ysz0/s400/P9160154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519430723028001938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJj0_9h2JJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5DPa057Zn4k/s400/P9160149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First family photo. I'm just saying, do you know how hard it is to get all of these boys to look at the camera and smile??? It's even worse when their dad is setting the example!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519430739211433234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJj1A50RtRI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/zB4QnUn17dw/s400/P9160164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We sure do love this little boy! We're still figuring out the middle name. You know how we do. It's between two names, both after Adam's uncle who died last December, the week before I found out I was pregnant. We adored him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519430760058458242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJj1CHemEII/AAAAAAAAA9g/e4B5-54ASU4/s400/P9170183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519432463312200946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJj2lQl7pPI/AAAAAAAAA9o/HdmgB2zZJHA/s400/P9180192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3808131939073619762?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3808131939073619762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-boy-4-ian-kaas.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3808131939073619762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3808131939073619762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-boy-4-ian-kaas.html' title='Baby Boy #4 - Ian Kaas'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TJjvOTcULfI/AAAAAAAAA7w/V0FUgmqUzhI/s72-c/P9150095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5871332157853313643</id><published>2010-09-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T07:57:27.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon and other updates.</title><content type='html'>I am on fire! Three posts in 9 months. Man, look at me go! There was so much I wanted to blog about too. For instance... Adam went sky diving, graduated law school and did a full on Ironman all in the span of one week. That deserves a little something, right? Well I only had pictures of the graduation so that's what you got. I was gonna come back and post about the rest later, but now I'm too lazy. It's sad really, because even his best friend found the time to &lt;a href="http://justinmelissajulianvioletclementine.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-people-are-crazy.html"&gt;mention&lt;/a&gt; it. So now you will never know about that, or the fun week I spent at my aunt's house while Adam studied for the bar, or the fun summer trips we took or the first day of school for my kids or any other stuff that happened. I'm having a baby in a week, so let's be honest...there will be no catching up. As I tell my kids, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me just tell you what is happening 'round here right now. Baby boy number four is set to join our family any day now. I'm 39 weeks along and we are way excited to hold this tiny dude. 4 boys will just be so great. My kids are ready to hold Baby Ian. Adam is done with all things law school and we are waiting to hear the results of the bar. McKay just did his one and only triathlon for the season on Saturday. He is just so freakin cute about it. He had a solid support crew between my family and the Blairs. I actually have pictures of that, thanks to one J Blair. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660897385731682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgC3kVp1mI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NmJMSciLF1Q/s400/DSC_2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660912429031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgC4cYQYPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/oi1PvXjlhGM/s400/DSC_2160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out his awesome form. How awesome is he that he was totally passing kids?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514662439976616818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgERW7-w3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/3nhLAhkA11g/s400/DSC_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514662455267444050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgESP5mRVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/I01_r3sTcbI/s400/DSC_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514662464167023762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgESxDbFJI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zxM_MCNFHUg/s400/DSC_2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514659428183329522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgBiDIgSvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/eAR33qdEUOg/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514659442434858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgBi4OVX6I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/KUdr2tD9Vqs/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514659451423751602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgBjZtc_bI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/9zELm_skT6U/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514659457358757394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgBjv0d_hI/AAAAAAAAA6g/fB1KO0cowfY/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (I love everything about this picture...)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660863177526146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgC1k5yC4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/dEiYXm7XTP0/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514659467093854818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgBkUFfymI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cfQTy6FIazI/s400/DSC_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660872749374738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgC2Ij43RI/AAAAAAAAA64/bDyiwrCDPqk/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also, my sister is getting married in a few weeks! Her fiance finally made it here from Ghana. Poor girl waited a year, but he seems way worth the wait. He's sure a nice guy. This is him... (he's in the middle, staring at her adoringly)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514656004370614258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIf-awb8R_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/WIxCoKpmoYo/s400/DSC_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mason just started 1st grade and Carson starts preschool in a few days. It's weird to have just Carson and me home during the day but it's fun. It will be nice to have just me and baby time a few hours a week once that all happens too. And that's what's happening in my life. Here is a nice pregnant belly pic for the curious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514660884409941362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgC2z_-_XI/AAAAAAAAA7A/LGGHVoUS7uE/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5871332157853313643?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5871332157853313643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/09/triathlon-and-other-updates.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5871332157853313643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5871332157853313643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/09/triathlon-and-other-updates.html' title='Triathlon and other updates.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TIgC3kVp1mI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NmJMSciLF1Q/s72-c/DSC_2151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2576566320138365684</id><published>2010-05-18T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:21:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it, and he is amazing!!</title><content type='html'>So I can't believe how fast it actually went. It has been a great three years, but hot damn does it feel good to be done! Adam is amazing and I am just so freaking proud of him. There are lots of horror stories out there about how bad law school is for the wife, so let me just set the record straight. For me it was a lot of things. It was tough, but it was fun, sometimes it was easy, it was rewarding, it was overwhelming, and overall, it's not so bad. I can't imagine what it was like for Adam but I think it was a great experience and I am just so proud of how well Adam did. He kicked law school's arse. I can't even think of a time when he complained about it. I'm sure there were times, but I honestly don't remember. That could be because I have the memory of a goldfish, so don't judge me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472682433348257714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LfrXg-R7I/AAAAAAAAA30/sbjfMjII0Xk/s400/P5140188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472682441251213170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_Lfr09Lz3I/AAAAAAAAA38/XHIOqg7WcMQ/s400/P5140199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472682449538843442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LfsT1HAzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/01olo0Pg0cw/s400/P5140207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472682458576170930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_Lfs1fxr7I/AAAAAAAAA4M/TePrY0RKcl4/s400/P5140205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685808125786418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LivziouTI/AAAAAAAAA5k/7vjbJvEaCpE/s400/P5140217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685801464631954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LivaufkpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Lj0DjwRYEUk/s400/P5140215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472684862296807666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_Lh4wDb2PI/AAAAAAAAA5U/n47UN57MxOc/s400/P5140216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We met so many great people and made some good friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472684281178304066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LhW7N_LkI/AAAAAAAAA4c/kIqZmF9OmYo/s400/P5140237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472684298646569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LhX8SvwrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/hswoyn1Q8c8/s400/P5140231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472684317648017826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LhZDFC2aI/AAAAAAAAA48/QHdLdiwA_yk/s400/P5140249.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472686602065729138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LjeBMq1nI/AAAAAAAAA5s/I9PMPyRCwk0/s400/P5140245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472684304265269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LhYROWUWI/AAAAAAAAA40/afRALQmHgdQ/s400/P5140240.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I love you Adam. You amaze me everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472682466297841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LftSQxCMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-RScC-Yxhb8/s400/P5140251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2576566320138365684?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2576566320138365684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-did-it-and-he-is-amazing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2576566320138365684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2576566320138365684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-did-it-and-he-is-amazing.html' title='He did it, and he is amazing!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/S_LfrXg-R7I/AAAAAAAAA30/sbjfMjII0Xk/s72-c/P5140188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5195128013449655359</id><published>2010-03-30T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:41:53.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you thought I was dead.</title><content type='html'>Well no, I'm not. But boy howdy has this semester been busy. I just thought I would pop in to say that besides taking threee classes and trying to get Adam all finished up with law school, and trying to keep my three amazing boys alive, I also got all knocked up and I have been freaking sick this time around (and don't say that means it's a girl...i've heard it enough!!) so I have just been barely keeping my head above water. Maybe someday soon I will find time to blog, but as of now, I have nine hundred other things that need to be done, so hop off my rice about it.&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there when we get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5195128013449655359?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5195128013449655359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet-you-thought-i-was-dead.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5195128013449655359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5195128013449655359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet-you-thought-i-was-dead.html' title='Bet you thought I was dead.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-6569326314658710658</id><published>2009-12-22T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:17:04.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While mom's away...</title><content type='html'>the dad lets the kids break their arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess only one kid broke his arm, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418197574378965874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFN_K-9y3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/8IYprq-ZCAo/s400/1261271935489imagejpeg_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418197564952432322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFN-n3gTsI/AAAAAAAAA28/oH4Yt31VF78/s400/1261243619624imagejpeg_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418200127217674386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFQTxDJKJI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UAJnV4H3HVI/s400/1261348607720imagejpeg_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418200132146131698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFQUDaLcvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZwTQl-6BHe0/s400/imagejpeg_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418200140028727810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFQUgxiUgI/AAAAAAAAA3s/TvUvhcUVyhI/s400/1261348624512imagejpeg_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was off on my annual cookie weekend in St. George when this happened. I'm so glad that I have an amazing aunt that could step in and take care of the kids so Adam could sit at the hospital for 5 hours with Mason. Good times. Thanks Joan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for cookie weekend, I get together with some friends right before Christmas and do a fun weekend where we swap cookies that we bake. We make 7 dozen of whatever kind we pick, and come home with 7 dozen of a delicious variety. We shop and watch movies and eat-out and sleep-in, all the good things that you can't do with little kids at home. I forgot my camera, as usual. My sister had hers so I was so excited to get some pictures from her, but instead I got an African virus. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;! So this is all you get, the sorting of the cookies...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418197577678612034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFN_XRqZkI/AAAAAAAAA3M/1MSB-Qn4Jv0/s400/CIMG0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-6569326314658710658?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6569326314658710658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-moms-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6569326314658710658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6569326314658710658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-moms-away.html' title='While mom&apos;s away...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SzFN_K-9y3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/8IYprq-ZCAo/s72-c/1261271935489imagejpeg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-9222664814536675165</id><published>2009-12-16T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:02:32.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness!!</title><content type='html'>I did it! I have finished this crazy semester of school. I took my last final this morning and I am just so happy to be done. I know school will be even crazier once I am actually in the program, but I'll worry about that when I get there. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no desire to catch you up on the last few months of my life because there was nothing that went on besides school, my house falling apart, my children getting behind, my husband getting lost in the laundry, you know, those sorts of things. I don't want to dwell on the fact that if I'm trying to be a good student, I can't do anything else. I'm working on that though, so hopefully next semester won't be as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been dying to get these family photos up since we took them, back in the fall, so here they are! Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tonja&lt;/span&gt; for being such a great friend and taking them for us. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415924102777868178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6RtSND5I/AAAAAAAAA2I/w3Sy8jL7_V4/s400/family+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921717762957234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4G4aVn7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wi6cVhb8E6w/s400/family+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921725263906050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4HUWtBQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ilk5pkoaZNY/s400/family+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921739192882690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4IIPoVgI/AAAAAAAAA0o/murzVKz42e4/s400/family+47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I totally sucked at this one, but Adam looks awesome. My favorite part was where he dropped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carson&lt;/span&gt; at the end of this one...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921745391637570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4IfVh1EI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AVUEMKQd8eU/s400/family+50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415921733122369826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4HxoTqSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/J4WkdT2x_p8/s400/family+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922432976337906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4wgyfu_I/AAAAAAAAA04/O61Dc5jQ668/s400/family+58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925629834258210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk7qmA0ZyI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XZ3_1UVQn00/s400/family+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922452043997554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4xn0lIXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/x2y-I433syg/s400/family+78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't believe we got one of this kid smiling! This one is the most amazing of the bunch, because you see this rare smile. We actually got a few. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922457037304962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4x6bE9II/AAAAAAAAA1Q/tn_BcqK5xSA/s400/family+90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415922459164506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk4yCWPd_I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ptJTdHX2lOQ/s400/family+86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925623198859010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk7qNS0PwI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3kA4yg1s4so/s400/family+75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415923931514779010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6HvR5tYI/AAAAAAAAA1g/-hcA9XJ9VJo/s400/family+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415923943901613538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6IdbJzeI/AAAAAAAAA1w/x7QkQlulMQU/s400/family+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415923945511657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6IjbBIKI/AAAAAAAAA14/oZPiIA3qqMU/s400/family+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415923934473739602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6H6TX3VI/AAAAAAAAA1o/6tjPcLPAaZI/s400/family+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415923951430455906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6I5eK0mI/AAAAAAAAA2A/rvQnPQbpXtg/s400/family+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully you will see more of me from now on. Well, maybe not me, but more of my family/life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for good measure...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415925616912666914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk7p14EkSI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/EQQJqTooKbw/s400/family+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-9222664814536675165?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/9222664814536675165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/9222664814536675165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/9222664814536675165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Syk6RtSND5I/AAAAAAAAA2I/w3Sy8jL7_V4/s72-c/family+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4027094985395449668</id><published>2009-10-29T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:27:03.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and Mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness. Have you ever met my son Mason? Well, you should because he is so funny. Not always funny on purpose, but man, that kid has issues. One of which is that he hates to have people see him smile. Everyday when I pick him up from school he sees me and then immediately looks at the ground. He watches the ground until he runs into me. He just doesn't want me to see him smile. It's so funny. I love it everyday. I could do an entire post about his issues, to be honest. He his utterly adorable and absolutely stubborn as stubborn can get. He makes us late for school all the time because he just wont' put his coat on, or he won't put his socks on, or he won't move his freaking feet from the two inches space they are occupying. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't. I got some awesome proof of his craziness today at the Halloween parade at his school. Luckily he walked by twice and I got two times the proof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acf334bc44f4066c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf334bc44f4066c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EB0CAF2D428388C66511448C8EBB977B9C02FAD.4D3E645E173481CF2F7DCF6D41C50954079DEEEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf334bc44f4066c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr99FWgBVX2vHdeLrOaGAx3RjTRs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf334bc44f4066c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EB0CAF2D428388C66511448C8EBB977B9C02FAD.4D3E645E173481CF2F7DCF6D41C50954079DEEEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf334bc44f4066c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr99FWgBVX2vHdeLrOaGAx3RjTRs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81112115286f2c04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81112115286f2c04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E52827D2AC0E2BE27F18372E319C85C0DC4D790.6682DC6C8482A8BE22A188A8B9B807B37C773487%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81112115286f2c04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUIp_3f8sEr6RXK0XzI3LY4awxFc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81112115286f2c04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E52827D2AC0E2BE27F18372E319C85C0DC4D790.6682DC6C8482A8BE22A188A8B9B807B37C773487%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81112115286f2c04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUIp_3f8sEr6RXK0XzI3LY4awxFc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;McKay's costume is freaking sweet and I will post some more pics after halloween, but here's a little preview. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398071626979875074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SunNi2ZAGQI/AAAAAAAAAzw/OPHt_DWKKvg/s400/PA290015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;McKay and his friend Logan who is a totally rad werewolf.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398071635009463186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SunNjUTZ45I/AAAAAAAAAz4/Uow_wheb0h4/s400/PA290020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More of Mason trying not to smile at me. I mean, seriously, he's so stinkin cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398071647491122306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SunNkCzQ5II/AAAAAAAAA0I/2b1mimzrmrg/s400/PA290024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4027094985395449668?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4027094985395449668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-and-mason.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4027094985395449668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4027094985395449668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-and-mason.html' title='Halloween and Mason'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SunNi2ZAGQI/AAAAAAAAAzw/OPHt_DWKKvg/s72-c/PA290015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5658400972209725404</id><published>2009-09-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T06:11:11.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Glee and Beyonce</title><content type='html'>I promise someday I will update some good stuff, but I'm just a tiny bit overwhelmed with school right now. Any free time is spent with family and friends. So, some of that time spent with family was watching the new show "Glee" at my brother Tim's house. This episode was so funny and I wanted to show Adam my favorite part but Carson was the one that really loved it. If you have a chance, you should watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U-Qz8yzxVQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U-Qz8yzxVQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love Kurt (the kicker). I want to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Carson that Glee video and the real Beyonce "Single Ladies" video. He asks for the football one more often but the whole time we are watching Beyonce, he is saying "I really like those girls." It's so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-976bc4ec0c9f7e6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D976bc4ec0c9f7e6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D693369D1C39BFF46480D7FA9211D272877624C5A.E78D47764476EFEDCCC5EAD895F7B748619EEBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D976bc4ec0c9f7e6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6BktkSkGSuETaaNqurhJVSWPcJg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D976bc4ec0c9f7e6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D693369D1C39BFF46480D7FA9211D272877624C5A.E78D47764476EFEDCCC5EAD895F7B748619EEBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D976bc4ec0c9f7e6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6BktkSkGSuETaaNqurhJVSWPcJg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5658400972209725404?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5658400972209725404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-glee-and-beyonce.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5658400972209725404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5658400972209725404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-glee-and-beyonce.html' title='A little Glee and Beyonce'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8491311272930488790</id><published>2009-08-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:15:22.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School fun for everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our whole family started school for the year. This is the first and only time in our lives we will do that, I hope. Meaning - I hope Adam doesn't go back to school ever, or at least not until I'm done. Is that okay to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374383923565642130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SpWltCqzQZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iWi6QIDoHbY/s400/P8240001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McKay started 2nd grade on Monday, Adam started his last year of Law School on Tuesday, I started back at good ol' SLCC on Wednesday, Carson started preschool (maybe known as daycare) on Wednesday, and Mason starts Kindergarten on Monday. It's gonna be fun to coordinate all these schedules and what not. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374383934775557170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SpWltsbc_DI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-bgoj6x9iI4/s400/P8240004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another way awesome thing happened this week. Adam got the official job offer from Kirton and McConkie to return full time as a lawyer after law school! Yay! It was a little crazy there for a bit but I am so happy for him and so proud of all that he has done in the last few years. He is amazing! I actually haven't hated this whole law school thing. It's been a crazy adventure and I'm sure this year will be as crazy, but I have mostly good thoughts about it so far. But it's fun to know there is another chapter in our lives that will be starting soon and I'm totally ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8491311272930488790?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8491311272930488790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-fun-for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8491311272930488790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8491311272930488790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-fun-for-everyone.html' title='School fun for everyone.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SpWltCqzQZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iWi6QIDoHbY/s72-c/P8240001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4471637757158061831</id><published>2009-08-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:58:25.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stef's Home!</title><content type='html'>I really wish I would have taken pictures last night or at the airport or sometime in the last two days, but I didn't so you are just going to have to take my word for it that these things happened. Stefanie is home from Africa!! I'm basically way excited about it. I missed her. She flew in Wednesday night. She got on the plane at 10:00 am Ghana time, which is 6 hours ahead of us (so like 4am our time). She had a quick stop in NYC but didn't even get to see Kiel who was there waiting for her. Then on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;. She landed around midnight. I think she had been awake for the last million hours. That's a long day! When we picked her up at the airport, she had befriended this very nice German girl, who was stranded. So one hour later, one lost luggage, and one bonus sweet German, we had Stefanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a way fun party Thursday night to celebrate her homecoming. It was fun to see all her pictures and hear her funny stories. If you didn't come, you should have. If you didn't come because you didn't know about it, I'm way sorry. If you came, thank you so much!! If you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brandee&lt;/span&gt; and totally helped me for two days getting ready, you are a life saver. If you are my mom, you are the best bathroom cleaner I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; African photos. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=101176&amp;amp;id=513501688"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=101176&amp;amp;id=513501688&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only works if you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have the best sister and to have her home! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369894447641806354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SoWyjJkIRhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SnDk3A5J0vs/s400/5166_110445496688_513501688_2466907_5381235_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4471637757158061831?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4471637757158061831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/stefs-home.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4471637757158061831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4471637757158061831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/08/stefs-home.html' title='Stef&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SoWyjJkIRhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SnDk3A5J0vs/s72-c/5166_110445496688_513501688_2466907_5381235_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3531521527689956353</id><published>2009-07-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:48:25.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our fan-frickin-tastic summer vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363538997248490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8eTP3zfGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Q7qSpUInTV8/s400/Kaas+Splash+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh my goodness, was it ever a fantastic vacation! We had so much fun. We actually had lots of little trips crammed into one big trip. We started off by going to Laughlin with Adam's family and Uncle Ethan's boat.  Then I drove to California while Adam headed home to work for a few days. After a few days with Kenny and Janna, I went to San Diego to spend a few days with my friend Kirsten. Adam flew back to Cali for a a surf trip with his buddy Andy. Then we all met up on the beach for a final hurrah with our friends the Thomsons and some radical boogie boarding. Not a lot of down time on the trip but the jam packed good times were just what we needed. My kids were basically in their swim suits the whole time, so I'm way surprised at all the dirty laundry I have. Actually, maybe more angry than surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;Laughlin...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363538972868236722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8eR1DGVbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/AIfT6mMVMV4/s400/Kaas+Splash+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539884084338562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8fG3l8n4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/4v2m3kdB4So/s400/P7180012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539895715002130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8fHi66dxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7vzyBKTYYGQ/s400/P7190014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363538967354725122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8eRggk0wI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DT4ZYd1czlg/s400/Kaas+Splash+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539005876697890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8eTwA7eyI/AAAAAAAAAv0/-1tNOtKaq8w/s400/P7190029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363538960256567218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8eRGEPh7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/Fs6-IFu_Jlg/s400/Kaas+Splash+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yep, he's totally badical and radical.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539871748197458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8fGJoyDFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5E1PeJJTIHI/s400/Kaas+Splash+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363539873881544290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8fGRlaVmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/JCoBoOu0VZ4/s400/Kaas+Splash+2009+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363541311924074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8gZ-td9-I/AAAAAAAAAwk/rwNlUqKggJk/s400/P7200045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363541318149698738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8gaV5xdLI/AAAAAAAAAws/Ip_QdBKeLjU/s400/P7200050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363541324344744162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8gas-yWOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/1LOhBuC3QLk/s400/P7210065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Good times with the Cummings family in San Diego...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542954549429058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8h5l93w0I/AAAAAAAAAyM/dSseFTzGLjI/s400/P7250123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542961047844034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8h5-LNtMI/AAAAAAAAAyU/J-0uNPDto6w/s400/P7250125.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the kids watching a movie. NBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8h5PAt0TI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZOBhw9_dxP8/s1600-h/P7230117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542948387344690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8h5PAt0TI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZOBhw9_dxP8/s400/P7230117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the beach with Kirsten and met my friend Heather there too. It's always so good to see the old crew. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363541335830391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8gbXxLaXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/g2LU9uDc8uU/s400/P7230072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hGmqftPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qb4Xd2Va4_E/s1600-h/P7230086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542078563267826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hGmqftPI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qb4Xd2Va4_E/s400/P7230086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542075402296626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hGa43HTI/AAAAAAAAAxk/g9tdjw0r6VE/s400/P7230099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hGDOfp_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/QVw_GTiojAA/s1600-h/P7230089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542069050583026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hGDOfp_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/QVw_GTiojAA/s400/P7230089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hF0TwMTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6QjsQ7QmXrU/s1600-h/P7230103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542065046106418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hF0TwMTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6QjsQ7QmXrU/s400/P7230103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hFVa86HI/AAAAAAAAAxM/I4Mk_Nw7f-s/s1600-h/P7230107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363542056754800754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8hFVa86HI/AAAAAAAAAxM/I4Mk_Nw7f-s/s400/P7230107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8gayYepbI/AAAAAAAAAw8/R9V8-SEVzw0/s1600-h/P7230071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363541325794682290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8gayYepbI/AAAAAAAAAw8/R9V8-SEVzw0/s400/P7230071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to the beach again with the Thomsons. This was our last day and Mason was so done. He spend the whole two hours like this. I think he was cold and was trying to warm up with the hot sand.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363543703173732482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8ilKz0GII/AAAAAAAAAyk/QB9xzVQfanc/s400/P7250135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363543697257183250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8ik0xMuBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/apykCW_vL24/s400/P7250127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363543705242445186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8ilShCJYI/AAAAAAAAAys/646QsH42NP4/s400/P7250138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then the long, long, long drive home. Oh yes, it was long. It was also pretty funny and I think I have like 60 photos alone of us in the van. I may have to share some of those another day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363543725991514898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8imfz_0xI/AAAAAAAAAy8/0eg5o-PPu70/s400/P7260147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3531521527689956353?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3531521527689956353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-fan-frickin-tastic-summer-vacation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3531521527689956353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3531521527689956353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-fan-frickin-tastic-summer-vacation.html' title='Our fan-frickin-tastic summer vacation'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sm8eTP3zfGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Q7qSpUInTV8/s72-c/Kaas+Splash+2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5363625619865153084</id><published>2009-06-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:21:36.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McKay's First Tri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pics from McKay's very first race. Thanks Devin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun to see that little man so determined to do this race. He was pretty nervous/scared the whole morning leading up to it but once it started, he had some serious spirit. How freaking cute is he in his tiny little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-suit!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352010763655345266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYpbvG-dHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nVtRua9IBdA/s400/CIMG0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008342003251346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYnOxwH-JI/AAAAAAAAAuM/y-j04RZ0Sbk/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He did the whole swim on his back because the water was so cold he didn't want to put his face in it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008346090972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYnPA-tpoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/J-MlxEKpFik/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008350222719954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYnPQXzG9I/AAAAAAAAAuc/RcFRVLa732Q/s400/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352010757538222690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYpbYUikmI/AAAAAAAAAu0/q_-L-Vj0bnM/s400/CIMG0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sprinting to the finish...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352011054625670482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYpsrDtRVI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DPCPDouncPw/s400/CIMG0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352010766685246098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYpb6ZXEpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gxuxR6XsCT8/s400/CIMG0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam, his sister Hollie, and sister-in-law Devin, all did a race that same day. McKay kept telling us the kids should have gone first because adults have more patience.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008354757456354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYnPhQ9seI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_fhxZ2nvlus/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008359760565538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYnPz5zFSI/AAAAAAAAAus/PCHFFqMOchg/s400/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5363625619865153084?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5363625619865153084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/mckays-first-tri.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5363625619865153084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5363625619865153084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/mckays-first-tri.html' title='McKay&apos;s First Tri!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkYpbvG-dHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nVtRua9IBdA/s72-c/CIMG0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4009964741391983769</id><published>2009-06-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:54:32.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of raising four boys...</title><content type='html'>Maybe Adam should not be watching chemistry video's on youtube. Here is what I get when he does...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b9286fcaa4343c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b9286fcaa4343c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1406F121BB6C579FBCD5F7D30059BBF69EEBECF.5B27B92B1B1FEBE2EC52E085A75A65096856B60A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b9286fcaa4343c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUJo_gMHCEuv6Kt65tVYkaTBuC9Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b9286fcaa4343c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1406F121BB6C579FBCD5F7D30059BBF69EEBECF.5B27B92B1B1FEBE2EC52E085A75A65096856B60A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b9286fcaa4343c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUJo_gMHCEuv6Kt65tVYkaTBuC9Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that right at the end he tries to get into the house but is so excited he doesn't know where to go. Seriously??!! Is he like 12 or what?? Sadly enough, he still melts my heart with such antics. His laugh in this video just makes me so happy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999345081248354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKRjbTqamI/AAAAAAAAAtk/lQai06ynmZc/s400/P6150116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999354633158322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKRj-5A_rI/AAAAAAAAAt0/bBBs3I54d1k/s400/P6150120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999346737623442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKRjheksZI/AAAAAAAAAts/Ih3WnC-6jqI/s400/P6150119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what post is complete without some cute pics of Carson?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999361577391586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKRkYwpleI/AAAAAAAAAt8/46xWhzdEXok/s400/P5250020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999365667265010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKRkn_wGfI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bYyfPFEqx6k/s400/P6060095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4009964741391983769?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1b9286fcaa4343c8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4009964741391983769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/joys-of-raising-four-boys.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4009964741391983769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4009964741391983769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/joys-of-raising-four-boys.html' title='The joys of raising four boys...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKRjbTqamI/AAAAAAAAAtk/lQai06ynmZc/s72-c/P6150116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-486750431405283620</id><published>2009-06-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:43:45.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer starts!</title><content type='html'>So for me, summer officially starts when the races start. Adam does triathlons and when we start going to those, it officially feels like summer. I love going to his races!! It's fun for me to watch him and it's fun for me to watch the kids cheer him on. It's basically good times all around. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, one quick thing. McKay did have a totally cute end of year program at school, which I only got this one good picture of. Both my video camera and regular camera died right after I got there. I was SO not happy about that, so try not to rub it in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991432303639522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKKW16d--I/AAAAAAAAAsM/6pYyZwv7bAQ/s400/P5290031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now on to the race! This race was the Salem Springs Tri. He did it with his good friend Justin Blair. It was a really fun race and really quick too! They both finished with fast times. It's a nice way to start the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991437958014402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKKXK-k5cI/AAAAAAAAAsU/r5n6G3Jml68/s400/P5300059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bike....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991443860918178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKKXg98D6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/vxImiYiu9G8/s400/P5300070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350992740613819890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKLi_v7DfI/AAAAAAAAAss/a5QFdIMLYDE/s400/P5300078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350992743375242178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKLjKCTA8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/cbrRhif7m-E/s400/P5300083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350992743381628498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKLjKD0dlI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_7Q-q6JNwn8/s400/P5300084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always fun to be there with Justin's wife, Melissa, and their kids. Her sister-in-law came too and there were kids galore. Seriously, if you've never been to a race before, you should come to one sometime. They are pretty awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350992754457468050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKLjzUgXJI/AAAAAAAAAtM/WeeFQRIr7os/s400/P5300093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350996479493047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKO8oKMg9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/4jaU2j0za3A/s400/P5300089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Adam also just did the Provo Tri last weekend. Have I mentioned how bad I am at remembering my camera? I'm sure I have. I might have forgotten it again. This time it was especially sad because McKay did his first Triathlon! It was so stinking cute and I am so proud of him! Luckily lots of other family members took pics, so I'll post those when they send them to me! (Devin...that would be you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-486750431405283620?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/486750431405283620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-starts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/486750431405283620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/486750431405283620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-starts.html' title='Summer starts!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SkKKW16d--I/AAAAAAAAAsM/6pYyZwv7bAQ/s72-c/P5290031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4309788546664672237</id><published>2009-06-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:10:03.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick thought.</title><content type='html'>Today just happens to be a busy day around the house. I have 17 million loads of laundry to wash and about the same in dishes. I have bathrooms to clean and floors to vacuum and sweep and mop. Then I have the 17 millions loads of laundry to fold and put away. On top of all that I have gotten way behind on homework (online classes are nice like that) and can't quite get motivated to do what I need to. Days like this make me feel like I'm nowhere near the mom I want to be. I get bummed and then I bag everything I should be doing and play video games with the kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around lunch time, I was hitting the part where I feel totally overwhelmed and discouraged. I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;, which both kids asked for and then promptly refused to eat after they were made. I gave up and took Carson down to take a nap. I tucked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and gave him kisses (which he only allowed because I said he could keep his juice cup with him) and then started to head out. Mason came in right then and ran over to give Carson hugs and kisses too. As they were hugging and loving each other, I was totally glad that I am at least doing something right with my kids. Then, Mason stopped hugging and Carson just looked at him and said "Now get out Mason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;..... and back to the laundry/homework/cleaning/everything else I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4309788546664672237?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4309788546664672237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-quick-thought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4309788546664672237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4309788546664672237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-quick-thought.html' title='Just a quick thought.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3804458212985635887</id><published>2009-05-28T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:23:06.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I adore the man I married</title><content type='html'>So these pics make me laugh right out loud. Adam got a new helmet and when he tried it on, I happened to have the camera right in my hand. He was sure nice to keep right on posing for picture after picture. No one tell him that I posted them on here. He might not like it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956556531737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7jsMjeIcI/AAAAAAAAArs/ppqLyYy5R1g/s400/P5070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956552523278114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7jr9nx5yI/AAAAAAAAArk/7PzTe0n7Rkc/s400/P5070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956559394504098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7jsXOAfaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/FKZQCSSKCkE/s400/P5070006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340956563239295362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7jslirWYI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iGKHKZcbLTo/s400/P5070005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kool-aid&lt;/span&gt; on the shirt makes them that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;. Oh man, and that mustache! These are just so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3804458212985635887?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3804458212985635887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-adore-man-i-married.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3804458212985635887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3804458212985635887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-adore-man-i-married.html' title='I adore the man I married'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7jsMjeIcI/AAAAAAAAArs/ppqLyYy5R1g/s72-c/P5070003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-6386426467431068297</id><published>2009-05-28T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:06:10.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McKay's day for sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In McKay's class the teacher assigns each kid a day to do sharing (it's A LOT like show-and-tell). She usually gives them three topics to pick from and they share something about that topic. McKay's day was today and his topics were the desert, spring or a special friend. When I asked him on Monday what he was going to take for sharing he said "I already know mom. I'm going to take Mason. He's my special friend" Darn cute. For a minute, Adam and I tried to talk him into taking a picture of the glow in the dark scorpion they found while camping because we didn't think his teacher would want him to bring his brother. Then I thought, that's so amazing that he loves his little brother enough that he wants to take him for show and tell. He wasn't real excited about the scorpion thing so I told him i would think about it. He asked me every few minutes until I left for school and then took up with telling Adam about it until bed time. On the way to school I told my mom about it and decided to do it. The teacher would be fine with it, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning at like 6:30, McKay comes running into my room asking if he could "share Mason." He was so happy when I told him he could. I am so glad that they are such good friends and that McKay adores his brother so much. I totally got all teary as he sat in the front of his class and told his friends how much he loves his little brother and all the fun things they do together. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340952750530920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7gOqGKgVI/AAAAAAAAArc/A3BxELzKSzw/s400/P5100141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...here is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scorpion&lt;/span&gt; picture. This is what they look like when you hold them under a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;black light&lt;/span&gt;. Totally weird.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340952744253030770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7gOStZgXI/AAAAAAAAArU/EJA5I97L0CM/s400/P5090137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-6386426467431068297?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6386426467431068297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/mckays-day-for-sharing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6386426467431068297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6386426467431068297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/05/mckays-day-for-sharing.html' title='McKay&apos;s day for sharing'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sh7gOqGKgVI/AAAAAAAAArc/A3BxELzKSzw/s72-c/P5100141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8107475406166322584</id><published>2009-04-30T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:24:05.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always the cute ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, in my house they are all cute but for some reason, the littlest of my cute boys is the most mischievous of them. I've never had one so naughty, so I don't really think anything is going to happen when I leave the sunscreen out. But happen it did...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628161873117154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SfoyEgIj_-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/DJ3oHyqQwHM/s400/P4300009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628168955592482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SfoyE6hJ_yI/AAAAAAAAAq0/XEfY1qt9tVU/s400/P4300008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is freaking adorable still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did do some productive things today. Carson and Mason play so good together. These are two of the fun things they did today.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628174872970834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SfoyFQj-BlI/AAAAAAAAArE/eJq7E4PJNbg/s400/P4300005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628173337728386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SfoyFK18FYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WmZyeMl7AnM/s400/P4300003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So darn cute all snuggled up reading together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a side note, here is how you avoid the Swine Flu...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330628901251283538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SfoyviiDelI/AAAAAAAAArM/ceS8PM--Jis/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8107475406166322584?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8107475406166322584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-always-cute-ones.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8107475406166322584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8107475406166322584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-always-cute-ones.html' title='It&apos;s always the cute ones.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SfoyEgIj_-I/AAAAAAAAAqs/DJ3oHyqQwHM/s72-c/P4300009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-1590518109637860753</id><published>2009-04-20T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:01:05.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get so behind!</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that lately I have to do a post that covers three or four things we did at once. It's just part of my charm apparently so love it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all... Easter. We had a blast. My mom and Dan came over and went to church with us. Then, they came home and attended to Easter Bunny duties. It was actually nice not to have to do anything beside die eggs. The kids absolutely adore my brother Dan so I think they had way more fun finding eggs with him than they ever have with me. Then my dad joined us and we had a delicious Easter brunch. Good times all around.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949562626436210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0gZ2DFbHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dDNQaqwKlro/s400/P4120025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326948544041357730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0fejhekaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/msnDXXRvQHE/s400/P4120012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326948541010785794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0feYO7tgI/AAAAAAAAAoY/F6FPhF9kqiM/s400/P4120007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949568657186770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0gaMg7X9I/AAAAAAAAApY/2KTDJ4tlroA/s400/P4120034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949558913460402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0gZoN16LI/AAAAAAAAApI/zETGWOl6AB0/s400/P4120021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326948550194646850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0fe6ciT0I/AAAAAAAAAow/SGL-GgWjKwM/s400/P4120014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326949555429946066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0gZbPTstI/AAAAAAAAApA/ZOkQGRDsIrM/s400/P4120020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we had my brother's art show. He is amazing!! I am so mad that I only took just the two pics. I had big plans but was distracted from my picture taking by all the friends and family that came to support Dan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326956458875925218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0mrQlFsuI/AAAAAAAAApo/mXEg3NM_V7A/s400/P4170055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(see the resemblance)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326956457055921074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0mrJzKo7I/AAAAAAAAApg/W5B7muW2mkE/s400/P4170054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had another family brunch to celebrate Dan's art show. We love to get together and eat!! We also love to play outside when the weather is nice, but who doesn't?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327266051149307090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se5AP5rAnNI/AAAAAAAAApw/Nwb3xAKsy-g/s400/P4180062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327266067938256258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se5AQ4NzpYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jFGRwc8X79Y/s400/P4180071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327266062662957954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se5AQkkE-4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/KsTNaVjPV1g/s400/P4180099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327266060076007762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se5AQa7TQVI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Jwak3ky5q-8/s400/P4180097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327266055144678994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se5AQIjlJlI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YCZki_nOD1A/s400/P4180087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-1590518109637860753?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1590518109637860753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-get-so-behind.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1590518109637860753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1590518109637860753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-get-so-behind.html' title='I get so behind!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Se0gZ2DFbHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dDNQaqwKlro/s72-c/P4120025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2347955977387265833</id><published>2009-04-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:13:58.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Adam</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://gandsnewman.blogspot.com/2009/04/spouse-tag-thanks-kristen.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; to do a spouse questionnaire. Well Sarah better get with it and know that I already did it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skippy&lt;/span&gt;! Here it is anyway and if you read this and haven't done it, you should, so I therefore tag you, or I don't, whichever way floats your boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions about you and your spouse. Once your finished, tag whoever you want to do this! Come on, play along - inquiring minds want to know!&lt;br /&gt;♥ What are your middle names?Jean and McKay&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long have you been together? Almost 9 years&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? We were friends for 5 years before we started dating.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who asked who out? There was no asking, we just when from friends to dating&lt;br /&gt;♥ How old are each of you? I'm almost 29 and he's 30&lt;br /&gt;♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most? Mine. His live in Cali&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you have any children together? Three adorable little boys&lt;br /&gt;♥ What about pets? I don't think we will ever be a pet family&lt;br /&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school? Nope&lt;br /&gt;♥ Are you from the same home town? No. He's from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt;, I'm from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the smartest? Him for sure&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the most sensitive? Me. He has a cold dead heart. I mean that with the utmost love and adoration.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? We don't eat out a lot, but we usually go wherever I want to go. He's nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? California. We're big travelers. (This was what I put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; only to have Adam remind me we've been to Canada and Mexico. I'm sorta slow sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the craziest exes? Neither of us. We left all the crazies behind a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the worst temper? Me. I turn a little psycho in an argument&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does the cooking? Me. He only wishes he could cook&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more social? Him. I don't know what happened to me because I used to be. Now I'm pretty awkward. He rocks the social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the neat Freak? Him for sure. I hate to clean&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the more stubborn? Also him.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who hogs the bed? The kids.&lt;br /&gt; ♥ Who wakes up earlier? Always him. He has no idea how to sleep in. Infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where was your first date? We never really went on a first date. We were just together all the time.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the bigger family? Him. I have more siblings but he has more married siblings with kids. But I have way more aunts and uncles and cousins, so maybe me.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you get flowers often? No. I think I don't appreciate them enough to get them.&lt;br /&gt;♥ How do you spend the holidays? Usually we pick a state and hang with that family. Cali or Utah&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more jealous? We past that stage, like two kids ago.&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did it take to get serious?I didn't know we were serious until he proposed. I kept thinking I was just his friend he liked to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who eats more? Me. :(&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does the laundry? I'm supposed to, but I don't do it very well.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who’s better with the computer? Me.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who drives when you are together? It used to always be him, but now, it's about 50/50. I think he hates my backseat driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, and isn't it just dripping with love and affection?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2347955977387265833?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2347955977387265833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-my-adam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2347955977387265833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2347955977387265833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-my-adam.html' title='Me and My Adam'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-709654235893521171</id><published>2009-04-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:46:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunny, fevers, and guitar hero. What more could you want??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson is my kid that it's not hard to tell when he has a fever. His cheeks get so red and rosy. Last week he had a fever of 105 for a few days. Poor kid was glowing like a red hot ember for days.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876702196728274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeNK2AWgdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/tj467HRqKPg/s400/P3160005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876697753934626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeNKldG2yI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z3vylxAfLbU/s400/P3160002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson finally got better, just as Mason got sick. I'm pretty sure that's how it always goes and will always go for the rest of my life. We still managed to go grab some shots with the Easter Bunny at the local Dan's Easter Egg Hunt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876706674840658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeNLGsBFFI/AAAAAAAAAoA/p96leLxDlzE/s400/P4040042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how funny is it that Carson likes to get in on a good game of Guitar Hero?! I have taught my kids well. Adam would probably disagree with that. He thinks when they start praying about video games, then we've gone a little too far.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876709546953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeNLRYyDBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/E1ptGC8CFtg/s400/P3210019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320876711983563362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeNLadtwmI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/OP-ihQkDupA/s400/P3210018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-709654235893521171?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/709654235893521171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-fevers-and-guitar-hero.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/709654235893521171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/709654235893521171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-fevers-and-guitar-hero.html' title='Easter Bunny, fevers, and guitar hero. What more could you want??'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeNK2AWgdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/tj467HRqKPg/s72-c/P3160005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-1287927576482975819</id><published>2009-04-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:09:52.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Spring, the law school has a prom. It's not called a prom, it's called The Barrister's Ball, but it is basically a prom. It's tons of fun and we get to get all dressed up and go dance it up. It's mostly just good times all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was supposed to be the generic "mom taking the pics before you leave for the prom" but it didn't really work. Still, you can see my cute dress..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867933689703842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeFMcxXbaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_O7ZPjRQuXg/s400/P3280026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867935452631442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeFMjVrkZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jS2LTbGOCcU/s400/P3280028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of Adam's dudes at law school...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867934613837106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeFMgNslTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/abq8kmkY888/s400/P3280036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867944449313794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeFNE2qDAI/AAAAAAAAAng/v97uuLcbo1E/s400/P3280040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how about Sarah's face in this one? She's the one in black and white. It's freaking awesome!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867946389849298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeFNMFURNI/AAAAAAAAAno/eyCFAZuPHi0/s400/P3280039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-1287927576482975819?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1287927576482975819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/law-school-prom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1287927576482975819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1287927576482975819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/04/law-school-prom.html' title='Law School Prom'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SdeFMcxXbaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_O7ZPjRQuXg/s72-c/P3280026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5170999644899029432</id><published>2009-03-25T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:12:17.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is only funny to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few people in my family are doing a blog where you go to your 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture folder and take the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture and blog about it and then tag 6 people to do the same. I didn't get tagged but I was curious what my picture would be. I have two different hard drives with pictures on them so I went to the first hard drive, 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder (named "tattoo"), 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture and got this....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317173642891601522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScplQbGfpnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WAYxKk0UcFU/s400/P1060011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to the second hard drive, 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder, 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; and got this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317173660348629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScplRcIkwpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IHWAFI1FAwM/s400/IM000141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5170999644899029432?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5170999644899029432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-something-funny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5170999644899029432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5170999644899029432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-something-funny.html' title='Just something funny.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScplQbGfpnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WAYxKk0UcFU/s72-c/P1060011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-1954159894708422777</id><published>2009-03-17T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:31:47.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I just noticed as I was uploading all my pics that Adam is a little ridiculous when it comes to the picture taking. Read on and you will see what I mean.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did lots of fun things that I need to catch up on. We went to a hockey game last Wednesday, then we went to a Jackie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chiles&lt;/span&gt; Banquet on Thursday and then, Adam and I left on Saturday for our anniversary weekend get-a-way. It was a fun week! I've also had spring break this week, so it's actually been a nice two weeks. I love when I get to spend time with the family (especially after a weekend away of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relaxin&lt;/span&gt;').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from the hockey game. The kids mostly liked the dancing during the breaks between periods. Of course, my camera died right when all the action got good. I have camera issues.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280250635496306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAdu1AAq3I/AAAAAAAAAks/XcX0RkMkK6c/s400/P3110002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280260910663122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAdvbRzRdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/170_XCzmF9g/s400/P3110013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280264372647218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAdvoLM9TI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aWTxlw7I4Ns/s400/P3110010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280267137451010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAdvyeYhAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R_BfxfK13e8/s400/P3110005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are some Jackie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chiles&lt;/span&gt; pictures. The Jackie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chiles&lt;/span&gt; Law Society is about the law in pop culture. Ted from Scrubs came and spoke. He stayed in character the whole time and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hilarious. And yes, he did remove his clothes. He kept saying it was too hot in that room.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314282237971586434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAfigZ23YI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_3nEiPLg3ow/s400/P3120029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314282231176993090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAfiHF5mUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TSkVl2119cU/s400/P3120037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314920549973723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScJkFJ6bidI/AAAAAAAAAms/-lN4oHYakbo/s400/P3120043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280921098508274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAeV2q2V_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/NXXW_9PeE38/s400/P3120021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314920538054937938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScJkEdgxTVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3TKBt5eQ3Fo/s400/P3120023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just have to show you how many pictures I have to take before I get a good one with Adam. I actually gave up this time, and never got the good one, but they are still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280918141924738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAeVrp8dYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ABW-MsYDwi8/s400/P3120018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280902166070754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAeUwJAReI/AAAAAAAAAlc/30HVfEfTyco/s400/P3120017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280895212427826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAeUWPIGjI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nQGgexoGEp8/s400/P3120016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAeVn1Dz_I/AAAAAAAAAls/_GtPp-6XqzI/s1600-h/P3120019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280917114802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAeVn1Dz_I/AAAAAAAAAls/_GtPp-6XqzI/s400/P3120019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess to be fair, they are still good pictures, just not what I was looking for. They do make me giggle though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314280273276059378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAdwJV8PvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AtrLpIz8vMk/s400/P3120015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On our weekend away, I didn't take many pictures. There isn't much to see when you just sit and relax and watch movies all weekend. I did get this pic of Adam. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314282254603422258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAfjeXMijI/AAAAAAAAAmc/PCD-PvtUi9w/s400/P3140045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-1954159894708422777?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1954159894708422777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1954159894708422777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1954159894708422777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/ScAdu1AAq3I/AAAAAAAAAks/XcX0RkMkK6c/s72-c/P3110002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4414040947027406815</id><published>2009-03-09T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:02:34.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8 best years of my life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eight years ago today, I married Adam. He is an amazing man and I absolutely adore him. I can't believe I was so lucky to marry him. I hear women say they feel so lucky to marry their best friend. Well, hopefully everyone married their best friend. He should become your best friend as you are dating. I ACTUALLY married my best friend. Adam had been my best friend for 5 years before we ever thought about dating. Um, maybe I thought about it when I first met him but he went on to date a few of my friends, so that passed. After five years of being the best friend any girl could ever ask for, he finally noticed me as a little bit more. :) That was nice. I think it was the two years on a mission that brought him around, but whatever it takes. When he came home, we started dating. It was weird how it happened and I don't need to bore you with those details (the rest of this is probably boring enough). It was just like we were meant to be together but never realized it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were friends from the age of 15, I have some good pics that span the 6 years before we got married. I just wanted to share some of my good memories. I really tried to limit how many pics I put on here but since this is more for me and Adam than anyone else, I just did what I wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what lead up to the best 8 years of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Adam and his best friend Justin on the day I met them. Adam and Justin have been best friends since they were in elementary. When Adam became my best friend, so did Justin. He has always been and will always be a big part of our lives, as you will see. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311650966863108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbbGaXq8WaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XBftRPCE1qw/s400/scan0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are on some of our trips to see each other. Since he lived in Cali and I lived in Utah, we had lots of fun weekend trips to visit each other. Justin and my friend Holly were always involved in these trips. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635450751582338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba4TNprgII/AAAAAAAAAic/ItSbPE8biQo/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635456730511858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba4Tj7KufI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UUN7ir5GK0s/s400/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635453720961090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba4TYtooEI/AAAAAAAAAik/i8ZcbCFDRQ0/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311635457698414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba4Tnh7wDI/AAAAAAAAAis/m__gfnb7FiA/s400/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the prom we all went to my senior year of high school. We brought everyone we loved, even if they were still in junior high (my brother Kiel, my cousin Liz). It makes me smile that Adam came all the way from California just to go to my prom, even though it wasn't with me. He did it just because I asked him to.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627828055648306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbaxXg5WKDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/vsSiqvkAsS4/s400/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is when we all met for lunch right before Adam when into the MTC (Missionary Training Center). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311636963168118418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba5rP14ZpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/i4cl-5wbx5U/s400/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is just a few weeks after the last picture but significant to me. This is the only picture I could find of us from that day. This is the last time I saw him before his mission. The next time I saw him, 2 years later, things were different from the first hug. It was a good first hug, I think. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627834928794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbaxX6gCDHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XW_zCEfleg0/s400/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here are some dating pictures, after that first good hug!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311636974802073218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba5r7LodoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/g1NMb1VTRd8/s400/scan0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311636977536933330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba5sFXrHdI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Ud-s_z7BVfU/s400/scan0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311636983278506114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba5sawkkII/AAAAAAAAAjc/kr1YUCDlfgE/s400/scan0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pictures of Adam proposing. We got it all in video and lost it the first week we had it. I love that it looks like he offering me some business deal and I'm just not sure about the whole thing. I was sure and I was totally bawling! It's just a funny pic, if you know that he is asking me to marry him. I believe the actual words were "If you're not doing anything for the next 50-60 years..."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311637392668930386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba6EP22sVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/32MyRBS6u2s/s400/scan0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311637394043701442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba6EU-oCMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/4Fb3aw4hC8c/s400/scan0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One taken during our engagement photo shoot...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311637397610057186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba6EiQ6TeI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ef6IzmZNIGs/s400/scan0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few wedding pics, obviously.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627821474314226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbaxXIYO9_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/t6t3x8m74dc/s400/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627454532099394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbaxBxaZHUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DYn8WSgDDW0/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A honeymoon shot...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311644948916788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbbA8FEu3eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QnlR4Chf-64/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justin's wedding to Melissa in August of 2001...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311637412386404370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba6FZT3eBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/C0wY0qDzeOY/s400/scan0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our first Christmas as a married couple, and our last Christmas with just the two of us. McKay was born 6 month's after this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311637490259357826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba6J7aOcII/AAAAAAAAAkM/ARsf4bbKKeM/s400/scan0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for good measure...here we both are on our first birthday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311638322185723250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sba66Wk7XXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YSyyBJLUyYQ/s400/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I adore you Adam. Thanks for making me who I am today and for always loving me and treating me so good. Your love has made me a much better person than I ever thought I could be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4414040947027406815?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4414040947027406815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-best-years-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4414040947027406815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4414040947027406815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-best-years-of-my-life.html' title='The 8 best years of my life!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbbGaXq8WaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XBftRPCE1qw/s72-c/scan0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-1243365941110148479</id><published>2009-03-05T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:19:09.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson is having a bad week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been having some issues with biting at our house. A very nice lady in my neighborhood watches Carson while I am at school. In exchange, I watch her boy while she is at work. Her little boy is darn cute but is going through the biting phase. Poor Carson gets the brunt of it. This was the latest. The mark stayed around for a few days. He's only ever broken the skin once, so that is good. Carson's sure a trooper.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309827993412502898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBMbWXHBXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9aDBEbNqzyE/s400/P2260002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309827986598312546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBMa8-eumI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vJHa7Q89gss/s400/P2260003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next incident was all Carson. He fell off a chair and started immediately screaming. With all the instant blood, I had a good idea of what he did. I'm just glad he didn't knock his teeth loose, like Mason did when he was 2. The saddest part is that he won't eat, not even Popsicles. I keep asking but he just keeps saying "No sanks." It's pretty cute with his tiny swollen tongue. Even when I tell him he needs a nap, I get the &lt;em&gt;no sanks.&lt;/em&gt; How can I refuse that?? Poor little man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309830506805020962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBOtpelSSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Y8YcT6oeZEY/s400/P3050009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309828000997901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBMbynnA3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/juo4W5BpPCA/s400/P3050007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBMcpwGgHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xnDvpSiTTWk/s1600-h/P3050014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309828015797469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBMcpwGgHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xnDvpSiTTWk/s400/P3050014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-1243365941110148479?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1243365941110148479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/carson-is-having-bad-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1243365941110148479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1243365941110148479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/03/carson-is-having-bad-week.html' title='Carson is having a bad week'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SbBMbWXHBXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9aDBEbNqzyE/s72-c/P2260002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-776602010710581157</id><published>2009-02-26T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:39:06.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So for Mason's birthday, we went to Chuck E Cheese and we let him take two friends. He's such a rad kid that he let McKay take one and he took one. They had lots of fun that I didn't get pictures of because the camera was sitting on my desk at home (which makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; so mad when I got this camera specifically to be in my purse). After Chuck E Cheese, we came home to open presents and have cake and ice cream. It was a fun night!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307202513454924546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab4kTWKgwI/AAAAAAAAAek/-GDjUZ6YAvc/s400/P2250044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab4lHdQUFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BXyWlkX6eKA/s1600-h/P2250065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307202527443308626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab4lHdQUFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BXyWlkX6eKA/s400/P2250065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307200666695040530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab24zoS_hI/AAAAAAAAAdU/M7xNCH38W0o/s400/P2250004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307206215493977778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab77yhDhrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/T5J94VzZKdE/s400/P2250013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I snapped this photo right at the exact second he noticed there was money in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Janna's present. It's so perfect! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307209768938749106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab_KoITvLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rjiNbMtu_n0/s400/P2250047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is pretty good of my dad in the background. He was happy about the money too!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307202523475198658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab4k4rLwsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dYtKwnxriH4/s400/P2250049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; While we were at Chuck E Cheese, my brother Tim stayed at the house to take a little nap. I asked him to wrap the presents while we were gone. We came home and he had set up a little scavenger hunt for Mason. Mason loved it!! I don't think I have ever seen so many pictures of him with a genuine smile or excitement on his face. Also, as they ran from room to room, the big boys kept fighting over who would read the clue to Mason, which made Mason feel pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307200684341954114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab251XphkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IttiLbnlQ1g/s400/P2250017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307200687920309218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab26Csy4-I/AAAAAAAAAds/cRUYAV3QFuA/s400/P2250021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307201416222948370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab3kb1rPBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/W-xcCJ0Yz4I/s400/P2250030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307208989101483250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab-dPAnZPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iWM5DyYw6ko/s400/P2250033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307208991154857362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab-dWqLZZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kAVXh-m2YJk/s400/P2250031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307206222547189010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab78Myq_RI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qhe9iFKI3Zs/s400/P2250028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307201424349641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab3k6HOuTI/AAAAAAAAAec/vBx-leGx8oE/s400/P2250036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307203138205654642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab5IquWHnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ci9ajHWfbMc/s400/P2250070.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think that Carson was the one who enjoyed the cake and ice cream the most.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307203508419570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab5eN4OLBI/AAAAAAAAAfk/qEcYyLZX9dk/s400/P2250075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307203142760138290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab5I7sOBjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8j5VPTpSR30/s400/P2250077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-776602010710581157?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/776602010710581157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/masons-birthday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/776602010710581157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/776602010710581157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/masons-birthday.html' title='Mason&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/Sab4kTWKgwI/AAAAAAAAAek/-GDjUZ6YAvc/s72-c/P2250044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-7267791763044147031</id><published>2009-02-24T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:24:02.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister is nuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so she is a good kind of nuts, but still nuts. She is planning on spending the summer in Africa helping this awesome little village. &lt;a href="http://toghanaigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to her blog. You should check it out. We are still trying to find a way to raise the money for her to get there. Right now, I'm just spreading the word. I think &lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1364019&amp;amp;id=513501688"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she is crazy and brave and amazing for wanting to do this. I'm proud of her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306524096378808834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaSPjOy1qgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fzAITpeuaT4/s400/stef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-7267791763044147031?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7267791763044147031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sister-is-nuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7267791763044147031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7267791763044147031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sister-is-nuts.html' title='My sister is nuts!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaSPjOy1qgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fzAITpeuaT4/s72-c/stef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2505241147086541523</id><published>2009-02-24T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:54:33.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458718618985250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaRUFvqPIyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pU5ld47VFzY/s400/IM000390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458720942276242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaRUF4UJvpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZMi9i3VDJ9E/s400/IM000423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I cannot believe that this child of mine joined our family 5 years ago. I think Mason was the sweetest little baby that every came to this Earth. He never cried and he was always happy. That changed drastically right around the 14 month mark, but he still adds a lot to our family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458718120647730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaRUFtzbHDI/AAAAAAAAAck/18HCbtJdyDU/s400/IM000425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mason has the quickest wit. He loves to make people laugh, but it's always in a surprising way. I never expect the things that come out of his mouth. He is also painfully shy, so I don't think a lot of people get to experience the fun, hilarious Mason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has quite the temper. You don't want to be the one to make this kid mad. He holds a grudge and he's fairly inventive with revenge, for someone so young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a little pack rat. I always find weird things hiding in his clothes drawer. Here is what was there just now... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464917619363602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaRZukvGTxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zV2Zk-Dl4Oc/s400/P2240001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is very sensitive and all about fairness (which is funny for someone who holds a grudge like this kid does). He loves to tattle because he sees the injustice of it, but he likes to look like the good guy just a little bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is constantly on the verge of tears. He cannot hide his emotions at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to sound smart. Just the other day at dinner, Adam and I were talking to McKay about school and during a pause, Mason chimes in with "&lt;em&gt;Well, he makes a good point&lt;/em&gt;." What 5 year old says that??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306459893980717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaRVKKOT4gI/AAAAAAAAAc8/cMl5lEYS6Zw/s400/P2240015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore this child and I am so glad to be his mom. I love you Mason! Happy 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2505241147086541523?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2505241147086541523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2505241147086541523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2505241147086541523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-years-ago.html' title='Five years ago..'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SaRUFvqPIyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/pU5ld47VFzY/s72-c/IM000390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-1646098498081637639</id><published>2009-02-07T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:22:51.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling with the Kaas Family</title><content type='html'>We decided we needed a little fun in our life with all the school and work and school and homework that goes on around here. The kids decided that bowling was what they wanted. It was sure a fun night!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300282716387340978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jDGdo8rI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WFplR0iCZ18/s400/P2060065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKay loved to be the one to help Carson bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5j8jul1fI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WTQ59rQogBk/s1600-h/P2060098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300283703495611890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5j8jul1fI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WTQ59rQogBk/s400/P2060098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I freaking love how adorable these tiny bowling shoes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jriUBHxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aUPfU7nG_Ig/s1600-h/P2060096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300283411057942290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jriUBHxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aUPfU7nG_Ig/s400/P2060096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jrLbRQeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/22DRQJdgg1k/s1600-h/P2060087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300283404914344418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jrLbRQeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/22DRQJdgg1k/s400/P2060087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jqsAeCfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pOJZHWku14I/s1600-h/P2060086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300283396480436722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jqsAeCfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pOJZHWku14I/s400/P2060086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jqhBelSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Y2UP5wpnN3c/s1600-h/P2060081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300283393531876642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jqhBelSI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Y2UP5wpnN3c/s400/P2060081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson would stand there and wait for the ball to make it all the way to the pins...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jEMaplvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0lEJQvqNESk/s1600-h/P2060077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300282735165282034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jEMaplvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0lEJQvqNESk/s400/P2060077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then he would turn around and go. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jD9gOFDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J7_i7o9Ec8E/s1600-h/P2060075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300282731162113074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jD9gOFDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J7_i7o9Ec8E/s400/P2060075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a huge fan that there is a picture of me from this angle but it shows I have some serious bowling flare, which I think is funny. Humor always wins with me when choosing if I should show a nasty picture of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jDtUZWLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_2hZn9C-ZvI/s1600-h/P2060068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300282726817552562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jDtUZWLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_2hZn9C-ZvI/s400/P2060068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped at Blockbuster so Adam and I could get a movie. When we were pulling out of the parking lot, a limo was pulling in. McKay said "Mom look. That looks like one of the delivery cars that takes you to the movies if you are fancy." That made me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-1646098498081637639?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1646098498081637639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bowling-with-kaas-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1646098498081637639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1646098498081637639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/bowling-with-kaas-family.html' title='Bowling with the Kaas Family'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5jDGdo8rI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WFplR0iCZ18/s72-c/P2060065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4874117188289073582</id><published>2009-02-07T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:38:58.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random cute photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some of the goodness that has been hiding on my camera.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ekdSKqPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hBzJwtwo6N0/s1600-h/P2010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277791890778354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ekdSKqPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hBzJwtwo6N0/s400/P2010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Peggy's kids came and hung out one night. This was the delicious dinner they enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ekAZED2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GGAT1eLRREA/s1600-h/P1310022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277784135077730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ekAZED2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GGAT1eLRREA/s400/P1310022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson is all about the temper tantrums these days. Dan decided to join him one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ej_y0VwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rXMasmcS4cE/s1600-h/P1280014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277783974663938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ej_y0VwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rXMasmcS4cE/s400/P1280014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Carson decided he wants to sit on the toilet. Every time he pees, this is the stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ejkae0VI/AAAAAAAAAZw/eNM5CPFbZnw/s1600-h/P1240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277776624832850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ejkae0VI/AAAAAAAAAZw/eNM5CPFbZnw/s400/P1240005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ejvVZPFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/sz6ll693YLI/s1600-h/P1240001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277779556285522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ejvVZPFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/sz6ll693YLI/s400/P1240001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Justin and Melissa came over for a little Super Bowl party and Carson made a new best friend. Their little girl Violet is so darn cute. This was the kiss that sealed the deal for him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300279873242117714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5gdm6_tlI/AAAAAAAAAaw/KI8nZN1J9KE/s400/P2010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300279863392570946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5gdCOrjkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S-fDG1gUulU/s400/P2010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300279862494764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5gc-4oHSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L-OvygrD_JY/s400/P2010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300279865656780066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5gdKqgpSI/AAAAAAAAAag/0FZwL7OlRSU/s400/P2010057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4874117188289073582?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4874117188289073582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-random-cute-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4874117188289073582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4874117188289073582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-random-cute-photos.html' title='Some random cute photos'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SY5ekdSKqPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hBzJwtwo6N0/s72-c/P2010041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-7353174423563462930</id><published>2009-02-02T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:32:57.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 most awesome things you will ever read.</title><content type='html'>So I got tagged a few times on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; for this 25 Things About You business. I don't normally do it but I was bored tonight so I dove right in. For those of you on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, you get it twice. For those of you not on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, why is that?&lt;br /&gt;Here's my 25 Random Things About Me.&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to wash laundry but absolutely hate to fold it and put it away. My clothes are always in a pile on my dresser. Makes Adam crazy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a very bad filtering system between my brain and my mouth. Adam and I love to play the game "how many times did Melissa make things awkward or uncomfortable" after we leave a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always had dreams of being swept off my feet when the time came. I had no idea it would be by my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;4. My backbone gets stronger and stronger with each passing year. I don't let people be mean to me like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am easily entertained. I think I'm a fun person to see movies with for this very reason. I can make the worst movie entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love being back in school and can't wait for the day I actually have a career.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hope to always be able to put my kids above school/career.&lt;br /&gt;8. I actually enjoy doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate perfume but love me a good smelly lotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. I think my husband is the best gift giver I have ever encountered. Plus he's a great secret keeper, and they work well together.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love my family. Most of my best friends are relatives.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love that Adam is good at making friends because I'm not. That's where the rest of my best friends come from.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a hard time making conversation because all that I have to talk about are my kids. I'm sure people get sick of that.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love Minivans. It's sick and wrong but I love 'em! They are just so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' practical.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love candy and cookies and doughnuts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rootbeer&lt;/span&gt; floats. I have a serious weakness for the sugar food group.&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate the term &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; when typed but think it is funny to use in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;17. I was so happy when my kids got old enough to turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; on by themselves in the morning. Yep, I let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; babysit my kids at 6:30 in the morning. I am really more of a danger to them at that hour than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am so politically unaware that it borders on scary.&lt;br /&gt;19. I think I am a loyal friend. I forgive easily and even if we don't talk for a few years, I still consider you a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;20. I am not creative even a tiny bit but I have huge dreams of someday being that amazing mom that lives on your street that makes you think, "Man, she is so creative!"&lt;br /&gt;21. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;playdoh&lt;/span&gt;. It makes a type of mess that freaks me out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fingerpaints&lt;/span&gt;, markers, crayons, sand...all fine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Playdoh&lt;/span&gt;...so not fine.&lt;br /&gt;22. I love to read the emails that have stuff like this in it, but I refuse to do them myself. I'm just not that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;23. I sometimes get a little teary eyed if I sit and watch my kids sleep at night. It's a good thing to do as a mom.&lt;br /&gt;24. I get really happy if I do/say something that makes someone give a good hearty laugh. It doesn't happen all that often so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; re-tell the story to Adam and anyone else who will listen. It's usually not funny by then.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love to stay in my pajamas all day but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrasses&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-7353174423563462930?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7353174423563462930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-most-awesome-things-you-will-ever.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7353174423563462930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7353174423563462930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-most-awesome-things-you-will-ever.html' title='25 most awesome things you will ever read.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8501296069007648277</id><published>2009-01-24T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:35:15.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few funny things</title><content type='html'>I just have a few funny things I need to share. First of all, we went out Friday morning (it had rained Thursday night) to get in the car to go to school. Everyone had climbed in but I couldn't see Mason. He finally climbed in while wiping off his face. I asked where he had been and he said "Mom, I was just licking the water off the car." Nasty! I seriously threw up in my mouth a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, the kids were running and playing and just being boys. I walked into the room and thought maybe I smelled some nastiness. I asked "Who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poopie&lt;/span&gt;?" because with Mason and Carson, you never know. Mason said "Not me! I just farted REALLY big." Ah shoot. So funny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you have a minute, you need to watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sILnTjYlNxc"&gt;Twilight Movie spoof&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not usually a fan of these things but this one was pretty funny. I might have laughed right out loud a few times. It gets especially funny right around the middle. The part where he says his voice invites her in, oh man, I almost peed right in my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8501296069007648277?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8501296069007648277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-funny-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8501296069007648277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8501296069007648277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-funny-things.html' title='A few funny things'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-586994565802541738</id><published>2009-01-20T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:41:39.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the terrible twos start this fast?</title><content type='html'>As I was typing up the previous post, Carson decided to frost himself a cookie. After I walked out and said his name, he just looked at me, then said, "Ethan do it." Ethan is his friend he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plays&lt;/span&gt; with while I'm at school. As I was wiping down the counters and his face, he just kept saying, "Ethan do it", like I could be convinced of his innocence. He's so freaking cute when he's in trouble. Makes it hard to be mad at him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293486356424477218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY9y4oOyiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/U6Kj8nDKjUQ/s400/P1200001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293486374323043266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY9z7TlO8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/pUHaQ7cdgHI/s400/P1200003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293486380162045330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY90RDtVZI/AAAAAAAAAZM/o9wpb94HK2k/s400/P1200004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the terrible twos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-586994565802541738?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/586994565802541738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-terrible-twos-start-this-fast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/586994565802541738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/586994565802541738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-terrible-twos-start-this-fast.html' title='Do the terrible twos start this fast?'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY9y4oOyiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/U6Kj8nDKjUQ/s72-c/P1200001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3147206181629687146</id><published>2009-01-20T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:54:12.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson turns 2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday the 16th, mini-man Carson turned two! We went to Dan's place and had a pool party, which is freaking awesome to do in January. It was a blast!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxw1Cy_EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IEwPYIF3WQA/s1600-h/P1160002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473126962887746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxw1Cy_EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IEwPYIF3WQA/s400/P1160002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we ate and opened presents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxxAMxI6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/L841h0RitRc/s1600-h/P1160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473129957499810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxxAMxI6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/L841h0RitRc/s400/P1160010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxxoluigI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BMSSzEL-bTc/s1600-h/P1160014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473140799605250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxxoluigI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BMSSzEL-bTc/s400/P1160014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxyZb_PvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uQs0acUkOcE/s1600-h/P1160032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473153912094450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxyZb_PvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uQs0acUkOcE/s400/P1160032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzVkuvriI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eFlnQcqxTJo/s1600-h/P1160052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293474857750605346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzVkuvriI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eFlnQcqxTJo/s400/P1160052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxx5BT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VqxO4FUMNHI/s1600-h/P1160023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473145210268050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxx5BT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VqxO4FUMNHI/s400/P1160023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzVdyZ85I/AAAAAAAAAXM/e1gS9jNKmek/s1600-h/P1160034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293474855886910354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzVdyZ85I/AAAAAAAAAXM/e1gS9jNKmek/s400/P1160034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzV1oR2uI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ntOILucQHS0/s1600-h/P1160056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293474862286887650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzV1oR2uI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ntOILucQHS0/s400/P1160056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then came the swimming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzWRaiUrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ei28YCZ1_w4/s1600-h/P1160078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293474869745439410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzWRaiUrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ei28YCZ1_w4/s400/P1160078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzWOh5fHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yN5WB_D7pbY/s1600-h/P1160064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293474868971011186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYzWOh5fHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/yN5WB_D7pbY/s400/P1160064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY1Ah-purI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gjzqQ66bpzY/s1600-h/P1160109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476695258020530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY1Ah-purI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gjzqQ66bpzY/s400/P1160109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY1AE91y6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/V5a9nzhcSBs/s1600-h/P1160096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476687469988770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY1AE91y6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/V5a9nzhcSBs/s400/P1160096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY1AW7KoAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/s0DSN81-Hi0/s1600-h/P1160097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476692290609154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY1AW7KoAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/s0DSN81-Hi0/s400/P1160097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course... I threw my mom in the pool and she "threw" me in the pool (she's really not strong enough and I more jumped in) and then McKay threw Stef in the pool. He's not as skilled at this as the rest of us, so he totally smacked his ribs on the edge of the pool as they went in and all the throwing people in stopped. Tim was sure glad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3y9sIHfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-aOdZMEaSu0/s1600-h/P1160112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479760713227762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3y9sIHfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-aOdZMEaSu0/s400/P1160112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3zO2KbbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ijQgEFsxs0s/s1600-h/P1160113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479765318725042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3zO2KbbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ijQgEFsxs0s/s400/P1160113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3y9sIHfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-aOdZMEaSu0/s1600-h/P1160112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this whole series of photos makes me laugh. Look at Adam in the corner and Mason. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3xq3-k_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/lxsA6qlKtm4/s1600-h/P1160080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479738482791410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3xq3-k_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/lxsA6qlKtm4/s400/P1160080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3yJznbYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9N8gomqViks/s1600-h/P1160081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479746785996162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3yJznbYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9N8gomqViks/s400/P1160081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3ynNxWfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/24-9piGkDWE/s1600-h/P1160082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293479754680326642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXY3ynNxWfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/24-9piGkDWE/s400/P1160082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3147206181629687146?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3147206181629687146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/carson-turns-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3147206181629687146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3147206181629687146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/carson-turns-2.html' title='Carson turns 2!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXYxw1Cy_EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/IEwPYIF3WQA/s72-c/P1160002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-7086594992427824564</id><published>2009-01-16T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:08:19.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you are bored..</title><content type='html'>This made me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulblartmallcop.com/mallmazegame/"&gt;http://www.paulblartmallcop.com/mallmazegame/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-7086594992427824564?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7086594992427824564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-case-you-are-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7086594992427824564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7086594992427824564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-case-you-are-bored.html' title='In case you are bored..'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5828436754187532750</id><published>2009-01-16T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:19:19.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to post these pics for a few weeks but each file is so stinking big that it usually times out before it can upload them. I tried to re-size them (I'm not a total idiot) but they still wouldn't load and they have caused me nothing but headaches and heartache. Well, I just NOW figured out what was wrong. It was switching the downsized file with the big file so all this time I thought I was loading the little one, it was the big one. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, here are the family pics we got when we were in Cali for Christmas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291966230804281650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDXP7ZzuTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rcGtuykpG0A/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291967266353835410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDYMNID7ZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xE6HzZZlYwY/s320/65d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291966235069045154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDXQLSm2aI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8VZNgD4hUjw/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291968008419198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDY3ZiOxeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/d0wg0VKQFPI/s320/79down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291966223799232338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDXPhTrJ1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/1hj-756cg9k/s320/4downsized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291967266439275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDYMNcboxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cIjHki_JESw/s320/64down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291970853426092274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDbdAAu2PI/AAAAAAAAAWE/78Uv2t_qCFI/s320/60d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291967262415569874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDYL-dGw9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/kq4n1EIuIAY/s320/56d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291966235723942066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDXQNuvyLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ryNgda0Hj4s/s320/53down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291972314546818402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDcyDHDzWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ArG3GwGyLIY/s320/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291970866509822754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDbdwwIuyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/JeKab3huBNs/s320/34d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adam takes the safety of our children very serious. Maybe not so much with Carson,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291967283506363554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDYNNBivKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/G-bUjP1AJZk/s320/68d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291968007673950354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDY3WwjMJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LC8u2CW4ujg/s320/69d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291967272672789506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDYMkqnhAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DJzHpra0p6c/s320/66d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I really was impressed at how many pictures Adam actually made a normal face in. Still...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291968016624790658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDY34GmLII/AAAAAAAAAV0/7pfNahmGS3M/s320/72down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5828436754187532750?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5828436754187532750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-pics.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5828436754187532750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5828436754187532750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SXDXP7ZzuTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rcGtuykpG0A/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5946685916688570357</id><published>2009-01-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:20:24.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College is for the birds..and here's why.</title><content type='html'>I started my first day of college yesterday and let me just tell you how it went. I was originally signed up for a 1:00-2:20 biology class because that was all that was available when I registered. I figured it would work out okay with the lady in my ward who I trade babysitting with. Well, I've always been a bit of a jackass and here's the proof because it totally won't work. It's right in the middle of nap time and right during elementary pick up time and right in the middle of everything else we do. I mean seriously, what was I thinking?? Did I mention that said class was in West Jordan, too. Come on, Melissa! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I found another class that would be perfect, and was at the Redwood Road campus, an easy 15 minute commute. I called the school, because of course this class was full, to see if there was anything that I could do to get into said class. They said just to go the first day and the teacher would add me. I emailed the professor to let her know I was coming and she said there were 17 spots available so I should be fine. Simple enough, right? Oh, ho ho...no. In my dreams it would have been that simple. I went to that class yesterday just fully planning on being added, along with 14 other people. As soon as I walked in, I knew there would be trouble. There were only 30 seats in the classroom, and 35 kids already registered, plus the 14 of us wanting to get in. I figured the teacher would do a lottery or something but no, we all sat on the floor and just waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they sent out an email saying professors would not be able to add any students because there were too many students department wide that wanted to be added. Something like 400 students and only 30 spots available. (I really want to know what happened to the 17 that lady was talking about. ) They said the only way to be added was to watched online and wait for someone to drop. Are you kidding me?? Like I have 9 hours to devote to that! Oh wait...turns out I did. Today I sat at my computer and checked the class every 5-6 minutes. I started at 8:00 and just finally added the class at 4:00. Nothing got done today and there were lots of tears (me and the kids) but I'm now officially enrolled in the right class! Phew! It can only go up from here, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just for a little love....our new family photos. More to come (hopefully)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291300374551757778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW55p_kMg9I/AAAAAAAAATk/9VpkKyzQSJk/s320/65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291296823342853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW52bSSA7II/AAAAAAAAATc/ar5nfiQlvL4/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5946685916688570357?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5946685916688570357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-is-for-birdsand-heres-why.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5946685916688570357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5946685916688570357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-is-for-birdsand-heres-why.html' title='College is for the birds..and here&apos;s why.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW55p_kMg9I/AAAAAAAAATk/9VpkKyzQSJk/s72-c/65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-995465685828532872</id><published>2009-01-14T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:04:42.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam turned 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, Adam hit the big 30. Weird. I know it's not old but it feels really weird to hit the thirties. I did a little surprise party for him. Nothing fancy but it was still nice to have his friends come say happy birthday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291195853199844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW4amDL_JhI/AAAAAAAAATU/hgkRFqZ8S1Q/s320/P1110003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291195849303910466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW4al0rH6EI/AAAAAAAAATM/t6zLogMVnp0/s320/P1110002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291195843840209890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW4algUec-I/AAAAAAAAATE/Nlk9ppr1pN8/s320/P1110007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and by the way...the food was delicious, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-995465685828532872?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/995465685828532872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/adam-turned-30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/995465685828532872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/995465685828532872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/adam-turned-30.html' title='Adam turned 30!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SW4amDL_JhI/AAAAAAAAATU/hgkRFqZ8S1Q/s72-c/P1110003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-6143518262831836114</id><published>2009-01-08T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:38:38.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry about this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure no one cares as much as I do about this (well, maybe my mom does) but I think it is so freaking weird. Here is what those tattoos look like after just two days. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976249588898626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWY34HY5W0I/AAAAAAAAASs/2ziBiVQBT6I/s320/P1080004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976261726103682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWY340moaII/AAAAAAAAAS0/FDhdFSt0fi0/s320/P1080014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the last appointment wasn't as painful because it wasn't as successful. I was holding Carson on my lap and trying to get him to keep the glasses on that you have to wear, while the doctor was doing the laser treatment. Needless to say, this was a much different experience. I think it was way more effective, thus more painful. But boy howdy, do fresh bandages feel sooooooo good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976280567840306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWY356y2fjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qITuRqUPb78/s320/P1080019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-6143518262831836114?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6143518262831836114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-about-this.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6143518262831836114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6143518262831836114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-about-this.html' title='Sorry about this.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWY34HY5W0I/AAAAAAAAASs/2ziBiVQBT6I/s72-c/P1080004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3903893448647849755</id><published>2009-01-06T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:25:20.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More tattoo removal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back in today and had another tattoo removal appointment. The pics are pretty gnarly. It hurt so much more this time. I don't know why, but I was dying. Adam let me sleep all afternoon, to recover. What a good man he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288370558452200066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWQRAQEtcoI/AAAAAAAAASE/EVenKK_B9lQ/s320/P1060006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look how nasty and puffy it is.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288370568505900866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWQRA1hsv0I/AAAAAAAAASM/KY9vHvWrHjQ/s320/P1060008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288370576925512754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWQRBU5F1DI/AAAAAAAAASU/SgBLOUnjoYg/s320/P1060016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about the whole thing was when Adam and I were in the bathroom putting new ointment and wraps on them, Mason came in to watch. He just stared and stared and then I finally said, "This is why we don't get tattoos. You don't want to go through this." He just looked at me and said, "Kids don't have to do that. WE just wash them off." Yep....I'm doing this because I don't want to just wash it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam was playing with my camera while I washing the tattoos. These are the pics of our ghost child that he took. He has great photo skills. (Remember back to Halloween?)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288370581729593794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWQRBmyeScI/AAAAAAAAASc/0Uuki23yG2M/s320/P1060025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288370589818392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWQRCE6_jsI/AAAAAAAAASk/syRu75ooWnI/s320/P1060026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3903893448647849755?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3903893448647849755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-tattoo-removal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3903893448647849755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3903893448647849755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-tattoo-removal.html' title='More tattoo removal...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SWQRAQEtcoI/AAAAAAAAASE/EVenKK_B9lQ/s72-c/P1060006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-7619629758532343309</id><published>2008-12-30T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:03:50.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last, but not least!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting all caught up on my blogging, so don't judge. Here are the pics from the Christmas party we had with my family. Kiel was here from NY for a nice Christmas surprise visit. It was so rad to have everyone all together. That doesn't happen very often.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659977421614978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvvq2274I/AAAAAAAAARM/LKynbWAjtvA/s320/PC290119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659980821455522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvv3hcYqI/AAAAAAAAARU/9kpZbYzJl9k/s320/PC290120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659971812275922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvvV9fNtI/AAAAAAAAARE/1wodITRfdVc/s320/PC290118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659496027940498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvTphqZpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/o-300AfkFZM/s320/PC290109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659487227960706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvTIvlXYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5ywGi-iLPHM/s320/PC290101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659479319792418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvSrSISyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EBz512raHbQ/s320/PC290091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659484479474690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvS-gSzAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/M29-vEmFjLA/s320/PC290092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659489511353154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvTRP_K0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5AcIafXzu0k/s320/PC290105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's then end of our Christmas festivities! Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-7619629758532343309?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7619629758532343309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-but-not-least.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7619629758532343309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7619629758532343309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-but-not-least.html' title='Last, but not least!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpvvq2274I/AAAAAAAAARM/LKynbWAjtvA/s72-c/PC290119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-1526728581861385359</id><published>2008-12-30T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:49:01.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently this is my favorite part of traveling...</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of shots like this....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpraI7jIeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WNjeXpkvHpg/s1600-h/100_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655209490719202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpraI7jIeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WNjeXpkvHpg/s320/100_1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285656385473195762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpselznrvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0lQeYriamz8/s320/100_1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654364308358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqo8YXxtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uQAVFW3nsGM/s320/PC280076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654353266269650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqoTPu3dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/knMX-au49qs/s320/PC280066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653881055811634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqM0H_GDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ScRDtlPmOfI/s320/100_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653908446077314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqOaKVYYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5-1TmZXGTpk/s320/PC280064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqpDO3zzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MebPIFHE_b4/s1600-h/PC280083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285654366147563314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqpDO3zzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MebPIFHE_b4/s320/PC280083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my favorite. He wasn't feeling good and didn't have time to get good and comfortable before he fell asleep. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653889438687442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqNTWnoNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2hf5rawKPa4/s320/100_1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285653896206342322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpqNskJ2LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QbQM1IoO-z0/s320/100_1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something so great about sleeping children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-1526728581861385359?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1526728581861385359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparently-this-is-my-favorite-part-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1526728581861385359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/1526728581861385359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparently-this-is-my-favorite-part-of.html' title='Apparently this is my favorite part of traveling...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpraI7jIeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WNjeXpkvHpg/s72-c/100_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3349345065401246328</id><published>2008-12-30T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:28:52.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in California</title><content type='html'>We had so much fun in Cali for Christmas. I am sortof a bonehead and never remember to take my camera when we go places so I mostly just got pictures when we were at home but we did so many other fun things too. Christmas Eve at Stephen and Carmen's was a blast. Hopefully she will post some of those pics on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT7eTydoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vCsCJqRgNug/s1600-h/100_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629393886148226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT7eTydoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vCsCJqRgNug/s320/100_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Eve Jammies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT7PCdRcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AZYhpSSKYGo/s1600-h/100_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629389786924482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT7PCdRcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AZYhpSSKYGo/s320/100_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT6N2w2vI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UYY4mf_0VbE/s1600-h/100_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629372289571570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT6N2w2vI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UYY4mf_0VbE/s320/100_1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT3jxAm5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/tubDlOlnKHE/s1600-h/100_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629326631410578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT3jxAm5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/tubDlOlnKHE/s320/100_1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of their cousins. How freaking cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT3gAQa3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/nAYMgS1jif4/s1600-h/100_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629325621619570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT3gAQa3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/nAYMgS1jif4/s320/100_1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU4zcjrkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vMh3di8qefQ/s1600-h/100_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630447532092994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU4zcjrkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vMh3di8qefQ/s320/100_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU4rHjfEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GM2sxCZtpGw/s1600-h/100_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630445296516162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU4rHjfEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GM2sxCZtpGw/s320/100_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU2lDI74I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wLhXfBaiZ9E/s1600-h/100_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630409307647874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU2lDI74I/AAAAAAAAAOc/wLhXfBaiZ9E/s320/100_1510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU4KkpieI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lhCh-wDHq1Q/s1600-h/100_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630436560177634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU4KkpieI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lhCh-wDHq1Q/s320/100_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU3E94DrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-nHEjykp2PM/s1600-h/100_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630417875504818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpU3E94DrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-nHEjykp2PM/s320/100_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3349345065401246328?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3349345065401246328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-california.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3349345065401246328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3349345065401246328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-california.html' title='Christmas in California'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpT7eTydoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vCsCJqRgNug/s72-c/100_1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-6707292445500393674</id><published>2008-12-30T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:51:15.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate winter....except for this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed down to California last Saturday but my kids had been begging and begging to play in the snow, and I figured what better time then when I am trying to clean the house, do the laundry, get every packed and ready to go? This is what we did right before we left. The kids were hilarious. McKay was so nice to pull his brother's around on the sled.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626263767752498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpRFRtaHzI/AAAAAAAAANU/pHHK85X8G64/s320/100_1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626260653963554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpRFGHBeSI/AAAAAAAAANM/ziipjP5qu8s/s320/100_1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626273036365762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpRF0PN78I/AAAAAAAAANc/H7CIFOgasg8/s320/100_1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626286761231250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpRGnXew5I/AAAAAAAAANk/rUrGzuT8d3Q/s320/100_1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626294388008274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpRHDx2JVI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZYrsvgGjiM4/s320/100_1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-6707292445500393674?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6707292445500393674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-winterexcept-for-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6707292445500393674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6707292445500393674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-winterexcept-for-this.html' title='I hate winter....except for this!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpRFRtaHzI/AAAAAAAAANU/pHHK85X8G64/s72-c/100_1464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2900771141341486751</id><published>2008-12-19T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:28:10.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to see my California family at Christmas time. What I do not love is packing up our whole Christmas and transporting it to California. Wowza! It's a pain. It's also pretty gnarly packing it up to come home. Anyway, we are leaving tomorrow for our wonderful week in Cali. The whole Kaas family will be there and there will be merriment galore. If I could just get over this issue of packing the car, the whole trip would be nothing but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's brother Nathan and his wife Devin and their three kids were at our house Monday and Tuesday of this week. We had so much fun! We went up to Heber and rode The Polar Express, which the kids loved. McKay got up and sang a Hanukkah song (so weird) when they asked for people to sing their favorite carols. It was pretty funny. I forgot my camera (as usual) but my awesome sister-in-law took some totally sweet pics for me, so I'll post them when she gets them to me. It was good to see them and I'm sure glad I sent them off with the pink-eye bug. I think my kids always time their sickness for when people are at our house, so if you ever want to come stay, be warned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE: Here's the pics from Devin.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285662756519725810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpyRbzeyvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3GCPi5qF0Rk/s320/100_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285662753168396530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpyRPUdkPI/AAAAAAAAARs/qr-yjCY--v8/s320/100_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285662761877456834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpyRvw3R8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/hVnQQigNxpc/s320/100_1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285662743059715138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpyQpqXVEI/AAAAAAAAARk/xCdCmKSp6w0/s320/100_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285662737093133170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpyQTb0g3I/AAAAAAAAARc/_23567zGzWo/s320/100_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!! Try to listen to lots of Christmas music and drink lots of Stephen's Hot Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and here's a fun Christmas memory of mine. Gingerbread houses with the Thomsons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281626164441095234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SUwbA2frnEI/AAAAAAAAANE/2z-d-c657rY/s320/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2900771141341486751?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2900771141341486751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-love-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2900771141341486751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2900771141341486751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-love-of.html' title='For the love of!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SVpyRbzeyvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3GCPi5qF0Rk/s72-c/100_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2341396419479101908</id><published>2008-12-04T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:53:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're doing it Peter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you have ever seen the movie Hook, you would know that line. It's one of my top five favorite lines from a movie. Hook had a lot of good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, back to the point of this post....I'm doing it, Peter! Okay, sorry. Enough with the Peter thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going back to school!! YAY!! I'm way nervous but also very excited. I am signed up for some prerequisite classes that I need to get into the Nursing Program down at SLCC. I have always loved the hospital (weird, I know) and helping people feel better so I am excited to head down this path. Since I can only go part time for now, the job part feels really far away but at least I'm doing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, here's an awesome picture, just for you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276071409077997346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SThe_iOwTyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/msv5oA4U76c/s320/100_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2341396419479101908?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2341396419479101908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-doing-it-peter.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2341396419479101908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2341396419479101908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-doing-it-peter.html' title='You&apos;re doing it Peter!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SThe_iOwTyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/msv5oA4U76c/s72-c/100_0395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-3846178601488945105</id><published>2008-12-03T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:17:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Werid.....</title><content type='html'>So, I was pretty sure that everyone knew that my little family was going to be staying in Utah after law school. I thought I had told everyone. Well, not so much, as it turns out. I was talking to my cousin Peggy and she had no idea. Here's where the weird part comes in. I see Peggy like twice a month and talk to her on the phone almost every week. That's a lot of phone calls and hanging out sessions since the official decision came mid-October. Made me start to wonder who else I hadn't told. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;....here it is for all to see, so if you don't know next time I talk to you, it's your own fault! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam accepted a summer internship at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kirton&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McConkie&lt;/span&gt; for the summer of 2009. At the end of the summer, the law firms usually offer jobs to their summer associates to come back after law school. With the way the economy is going, we hear more and more companies are not offering jobs to the summer associates. So, I guess we just keep our fingers crossed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirton&lt;/span&gt; makes Adam an offer, but who wouldn't want this amazing man working for them??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690735932136258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STcExcQN20I/AAAAAAAAAM0/khJ2Kr4btHg/s320/100_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-3846178601488945105?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3846178601488945105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/werid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3846178601488945105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/3846178601488945105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/werid.html' title='Werid.....'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STcExcQN20I/AAAAAAAAAM0/khJ2Kr4btHg/s72-c/100_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5449433448991791623</id><published>2008-12-01T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:26:59.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...served up Christofferson style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a way fun Thanksgiving this year. It has been a few years since I had one with my family. Well, I actually don't remember last year even a tiny bit so that could be a totally false statement. But nonetheless, this year was just so dang fun. Everyone was here at my house which was surprisingly low stress. I kept asking my mom when the stress would kick in, but it just never did. It was a way fun, and totally exhausting day. We will always have the memories of having to break-in to my neighbor's house to get our ham from her oven. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920597122716162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STRIVdnkEgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WFd5vUauRS0/s320/100_1421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920588302803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STRIU8wu46I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HrWWAEJH1cg/s320/100_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we ate, we all gathered around for some serious Dance Dance Revolution competitions. I'm not even embarassed to admit that I am second best in my family. Tim is by far the best and my mom is right on my heels. She'll probably be better than me soon. It makes me so happy that Adam gets up there an shakes his money maker too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10fcead1c670aa43" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10fcead1c670aa43%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3382871EF6DAFA8B6B3B995A0976FD32134CAFF6.3653E788C9AD74B13DA5CEF36D303E3C7F99773F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10fcead1c670aa43%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmDaRNR7RCZ3iFLcZurN-Ji3va6k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10fcead1c670aa43%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331493769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3382871EF6DAFA8B6B3B995A0976FD32134CAFF6.3653E788C9AD74B13DA5CEF36D303E3C7F99773F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10fcead1c670aa43%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmDaRNR7RCZ3iFLcZurN-Ji3va6k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;(my favorite part about this video is watching McKay in the background.....that kid's got moves!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920579452305954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STRIUbynAiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/vtGeQjudOAU/s320/100_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dan had his own idea of fun....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920610313847810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STRIWOwkxAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OQdY5JM0DRE/s320/100_1422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5449433448991791623?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=10fcead1c670aa43&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5449433448991791623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgivingserved-up-christofferson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5449433448991791623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5449433448991791623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgivingserved-up-christofferson.html' title='Thanksgiving...served up Christofferson style.'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/STRIVdnkEgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WFd5vUauRS0/s72-c/100_1421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4742760577195628314</id><published>2008-11-24T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:07:27.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Twilight Nerds!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, I admit it. I love the Twilight books. I am one of those girls. Don't judge. Well, back when Breaking Dawn (the last book in the series, for those of you that live under a rock) came out, I decide to have a fun little midnight release party with my extended family. It was so fun! Then, we got together a few weeks later to talk about the book and the Thompson Girls Book Club was born. We have continued to meet once a month and talk about awesome girlie books. Well, this month was the release of the Twilight movie so I figured we had to go together. We hit up the movie and then some delicious lunch at California Pizza Kitchen. It was so much fun! Thanks ladies!! Oh...and thanks Davey!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272264063198438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrYO1kAJVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8wrefdolGp8/s320/100_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272267420447342002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrbSQSg_bI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6hHjwS7UVHc/s320/100_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272265305403240546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrZXJItMGI/AAAAAAAAALk/1XEVIQZaX3Y/s320/100_1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to Peggy and Lucy!! We made this whole thing into a Twilight/Birthday/Bookclub Bash. My family is just so much fun to be around! Be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272265297244398402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrZWqvfI0I/AAAAAAAAALU/NO0JEQdMyMU/s320/100_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272264070224043362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrYPPvCXWI/AAAAAAAAALE/JC4wQTW-AV8/s320/100_1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272264057019444370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrYOei0LJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cQ_QWtkBT7c/s320/100_1415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I apparently love to take pictures of people when they are totally not expecting it. I would never be able to be a photographer. I am so bad a taking pictures. Sorry girls, but they still make me smile. Especially Joan in this one.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrZXmsx27I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-nZG6Ug7lmc/s1600-h/100_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272265313339169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrZXmsx27I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-nZG6Ug7lmc/s320/100_1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrZW3Myp7I/AAAAAAAAALc/gV8qouJIw4Y/s1600-h/100_1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272265300588537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrZW3Myp7I/AAAAAAAAALc/gV8qouJIw4Y/s320/100_1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272270239582893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrd2WYzs_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hrxXZ6MfjNs/s320/100_1416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, and the book we read this month was Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Hot dang....it was a good book. I think this was the first book that every single one of us loved. All you other Thompson girls that haven't been able to make it to book club yet, you better start. Look how much fun we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4742760577195628314?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4742760577195628314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-twilight-nerds.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4742760577195628314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4742760577195628314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-twilight-nerds.html' title='We are Twilight Nerds!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSrYO1kAJVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/8wrefdolGp8/s72-c/100_1413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-572074553960709874</id><published>2008-11-20T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:16:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Ouch</title><content type='html'>I just found some before pictures of my tattoos. They are crappy pics but you can see that they didn't always look like the prison tats they have been for the last 7 years.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270773802629702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSWM2QUtpSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7LDCHZ_zO_g/s320/6719240587_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270773804992019474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSWM2ZH7vBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xtUTChxnmFA/s320/6719240581_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.....how glad are we that I am documenting something that I am &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; not proud of? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-572074553960709874?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/572074553960709874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/572074553960709874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/572074553960709874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-ouch.html' title='Before the Ouch'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSWM2QUtpSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7LDCHZ_zO_g/s72-c/6719240587_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4562034561787542755</id><published>2008-11-19T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:03:09.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>On Monday I went to another appointment to get my tattoos removed. It has been 7 years since my last one. I have done three total and have like 5 more to go. It was surprisingly non-painful this time. I remembered a lot more pain from last time. What a happy surprise. They still look nasty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSSnKjcONMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fzzx_Dip7Kc/s1600-h/100_1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270521263684465858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSSnKjcONMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fzzx_Dip7Kc/s320/100_1386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSSnKRicErI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nne8-U8Ebsg/s1600-h/100_1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270521258878702258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSSnKRicErI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nne8-U8Ebsg/s320/100_1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4562034561787542755?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4562034561787542755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4562034561787542755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4562034561787542755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SSSnKjcONMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Fzzx_Dip7Kc/s72-c/100_1386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-6071372377622780981</id><published>2008-11-12T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:29:45.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Taste Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was over here the other day and knowing my silly excitement over a delicious apple, told me that she tried a new flavor. A new flavor of apple?? Can that even be possible?? I thought there was only Red Delicious since that is what my husband likes, and all I ever buy at the store. It's not my favorite so every now and then I buy just one of another flavor for me and that's how my mom became aware of my silly excitement over apples. Well, I decided enough with the blasted Red Delicious! That's right, I've snapped! I bought four of every type of apple that I didn't recognize the name of. I wanted to try them all and make Adam pick a new favorite. McKay decided we needed an apple taste testing contest. Everything has to be a contest with these freaking kids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sliced 'em up, slopped up some peanut butter (McKay's idea too) and the good times ensued!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267916563290053202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRtmNCVM2lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Lhwzg3MQwwE/s320/100_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267916575673927874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRtmNwdvyMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JQ2ytr2SBHk/s320/100_1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267914996190728674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRtkx0bm0eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cdrbmlApAbk/s320/100_1373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Notice McKay lost both his front teeth. One was ready, the other one his brother knocked out. It was a tiny bit loose but still had weeks to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;....the joy of boys!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267916583285042754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRtmOM0YLkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jtBz3ndxmx8/s320/100_1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267915004564664882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRtkyToG8jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Els43gGtLvU/s320/100_1369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I decided the Pink Lady was my favorite. The Ambrosia were delicious with the peanut butter, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Honeycrisp&lt;/span&gt; were only so-so. Red Delicious, I abjure you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-6071372377622780981?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6071372377622780981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-taste-test.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6071372377622780981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6071372377622780981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-taste-test.html' title='Apple Taste Test'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRtmNCVM2lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Lhwzg3MQwwE/s72-c/100_1358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8387501621944694062</id><published>2008-11-10T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:32:55.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason...don't let him fool you!</title><content type='html'>I have this child named Mason. He is so so shy. It's actually really painful to watch sometimes. Just yesterday at church someone tried to talk to him and his face just turned bright red. But this kid has more to offer than we know. He is an absolute charmer. I wish I could bottle his rare moments and save them for those days when he's being the naughty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; liar that the 4 year old inside him likes to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of his charm. We were playing 20 questions yesterday. Mason had a person in mind that we were all trying to guess. We knew it was a girl and that she wasn't in our family. I asked if we see her at church. He said no. I asked if we see her at school. Nope to that one too. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McKay&lt;/span&gt; asked if we see her at the Children's Museum (seriously...the children's museum??). Mason then gets this look on his face. It's the one I know to watch out for because he's being silly. He told McKay that yes, we do indeed see her at the Children's museum. I asked what her name was (it's a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt; structured 20 questions, no real rules about name giving. makes it easy). He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, we don't see her there but I really like the children's museum, so maybe we should see her there." Where do kids come up with these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more important, I just typed that whole story and realized it's way more funny to me than it would be to anyone else because it was his face that made it so funny and cute. Ah, good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just spending time with him today and realized he is funny and charming, even though no one ever gets to see it. Sorry that the story didn't really make that a point. What can you do but love my humor (or lack there of). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8387501621944694062?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8387501621944694062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/masondont-let-him-fool-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8387501621944694062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8387501621944694062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/masondont-let-him-fool-you.html' title='Mason...don&apos;t let him fool you!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-2060216577999697821</id><published>2008-11-10T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:03:21.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having one of "those" days!</title><content type='html'>Today is just one of those days. I just don't feel like doing anything besides looking at cute baby pics of my kids. I want these babies back for just a minute. Get some good snuggling in and smell that baby smell, then I think I'd be good for a few more years. My mom always warned me that they grow up fast but who ever really believes their mom?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson was my only one that had jaundice. He was one orange baby. Oh, and really fat too. This is him at like one or two weeks old.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifdv5xjXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/l1G_KvtLXn0/s1600-h/100_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267135097633607026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifdv5xjXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/l1G_KvtLXn0/s320/100_0695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; hilarious is that kids hair??!! I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I let him go around looking like that. Well, actually I guess I can because even though it's funny, it's darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifdAaBZlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GWTrRGwn1SQ/s1600-h/IM000501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267135084883961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifdAaBZlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GWTrRGwn1SQ/s320/IM000501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Mckay. He was always smiling and always moving. I probably miss this baby the most. He was way easier to contain than the current version. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifciOIQ5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BaR4-VINXJk/s1600-h/IM000030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267135076781015954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifciOIQ5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BaR4-VINXJk/s320/IM000030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there's the type of day I'm having. I did go out to lunch with just Carson and Mason, so that makes me feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-2060216577999697821?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2060216577999697821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2060216577999697821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/2060216577999697821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-one-of-those-days.html' title='I&apos;m having one of &quot;those&quot; days!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SRifdv5xjXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/l1G_KvtLXn0/s72-c/100_0695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4867378003768400844</id><published>2008-11-03T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:00:40.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa John Merrifield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQ9lhBUXBCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wwR7f_tJQ6I/s1600-h/grandpalogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264538107383317538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQ9lhBUXBCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wwR7f_tJQ6I/s320/grandpalogan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam's last living grandparent passed away on Saturday evening, after an eventful 81 years of life. He was a wonderful, funny man. I'm glad to have had the chance to know him and love him. We are headed to California for a short trip to spend some time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; this amazing man's life. He will be missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this picture off Adam's cousin's &lt;a href="http://www.ericdsnider.com/blog/2008/11/03/goodnight-old-man/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. It's Grandpa and his great-grandson Logan. How freaking adorable is this?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4867378003768400844?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4867378003768400844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandpa-john-merrifield.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4867378003768400844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4867378003768400844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandpa-john-merrifield.html' title='Grandpa John Merrifield'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQ9lhBUXBCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wwR7f_tJQ6I/s72-c/grandpalogan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-5008359756511962791</id><published>2008-11-01T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:26:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times!</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween! It is one of my favorite holidays. That and Easter. Anytime I get huge amounts of candy for no reason makes me happy. Here are what my kids looked like.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263725752203319474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQyCrucnmLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/q05icgnhs3o/s320/100_1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason was a little freaked out by Mason's face at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263725737743634562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQyCq4lKUII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hl_TROzxtYI/s320/100_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263725729346797906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQyCqZTMwVI/AAAAAAAAAII/S52hOBfGxh8/s320/100_1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is Adam's spook-tacular photo taking skills.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263725754724297618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQyCr31qq5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8yozgwMt9XU/s320/100_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-5008359756511962791?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5008359756511962791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-times.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5008359756511962791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/5008359756511962791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-times.html' title='Fun times!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQyCrucnmLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/q05icgnhs3o/s72-c/100_1354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-7058409770233458443</id><published>2008-10-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:49:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm a little impatient...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I couldn't wait for this weekend to show off McKay's totally awesome costume! It's so fun and he looks so cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shakin&lt;/span&gt;' his money maker in it! Thanks to Dan for carving the face. It's so nice to have an artist on tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh51-ZbD7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/fF4ZdZR9d3Q/s1600-h/100_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262590132772081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh51-ZbD7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/fF4ZdZR9d3Q/s320/100_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh51pBjT5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/00VXSHjrqwc/s1600-h/100_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262590127034814354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh51pBjT5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/00VXSHjrqwc/s320/100_1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh508BukZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iw7mw_mFCaA/s1600-h/100_1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262590114955956626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh508BukZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iw7mw_mFCaA/s320/100_1343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I helped my brother get ready for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party a few nights ago. He is one hot trashy lady! I especially love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chest hair&lt;/span&gt; and beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262590136415083250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh52L9-2vI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_ZEubdQNC9Q/s320/100_1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE: Just so we know what everyone looked like since my lazy arse never did another post...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537250746780376002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNhEN3IcW8I/AAAAAAAABFs/6_OoOFP4JSo/s400/100_1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537250733988003986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNhENHegQJI/AAAAAAAABFc/iEHKrc0qJJs/s400/100_1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Carson was so freaked out by his brother's costume. It took forever for us to get him to look at the camera and not Mason's scary face.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537250742963715138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/TNhENo6evEI/AAAAAAAABFk/SC1XY-OkDK4/s400/100_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-7058409770233458443?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7058409770233458443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/apparently-im-little-impatient.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7058409770233458443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/7058409770233458443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/apparently-im-little-impatient.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m a little impatient...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SQh51-ZbD7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/fF4ZdZR9d3Q/s72-c/100_1346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-6742133108054675490</id><published>2008-10-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:32:08.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided I get excited about silly things</title><content type='html'>Just as a heads up, I finished McKay's Halloween costume today. It is so freakin cute!! Watch for the Halloween pics this weekend. Weird of me to let you know so early, right? Well, as I said....I get excited about silly things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-6742133108054675490?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6742133108054675490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-decided-i-get-excited-about-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6742133108054675490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/6742133108054675490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-decided-i-get-excited-about-silly.html' title='I&apos;ve decided I get excited about silly things'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8713879847141060816</id><published>2008-10-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:47:52.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I am a mom...</title><content type='html'>I just had the funniest conversation with McKay and I had to share. McKay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has something to say as some of you may know. Tonight we talked about what he wants to be when he grows up. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me: You should be a doctor McKay because you are such a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memorizer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    McKay: No. I wanna be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dodgeball&lt;/span&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Yeah? Do you play at school?&lt;br /&gt;    McKay: Nope, I saw them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. But maybe when I get fired from there, then I'll be a doctor. After that I want to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;astronaut&lt;/span&gt;. Then I want to be a firefighter. I know you have to be strong to be a firefighter because when you turn on that water, boy does that hose get heavy! After that I want to be a 7-11 guy. Then I want to be a missionary. How old are you when you are a missionary?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: (barely able to talk through my laughing) 19.&lt;br /&gt;    McKay: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... 1, 2, 3, 4,....(counts to 19) Man, that's gonna take me a hundred years. That's okay. After that I want to be a car fixer. Can you give me some examples of car fixing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't give him any examples because I was laughing so hard. I love my boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8713879847141060816?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8713879847141060816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-am-mom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8713879847141060816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8713879847141060816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-am-mom.html' title='This is why I am a mom...'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4122492624193858342</id><published>2008-10-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:18:36.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>So we had the most fun weekend in California. It was so good to spend some time with just Adam. I forget how much fun we have together when there are no kids fighting for our attention. The hotel we stayed at in Riverside is called &lt;a href="http://www.missioninn.com/"&gt;The Mission Inn&lt;/a&gt;. It is amazing! It was so huge with so many funny hallways that lead to random tiny doors that lead to nowhere. It was built in 1903 and patterened after the 21 California Missions. It was so beautiful! There were 4 weddings on the Saturday that we were there. While Adam was in his interviews, I went and watched one of the couples taking photos. I wanna take wedding photos again! It was just so fun. I woke up at 7am on the one day I had to sleep in because I was just so excited to be in Cali with Adam and have nothing to do all day. I did take a delicious bubble bath, which is hard to come by when you are 6 feet tall. All in all, it was a perfect weekend. I forgot my camera but snapped a few shots on my camera phone. Hardly does the place justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105333382955154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SP-l7nVtwJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Us-5G5pbgDA/s320/6316967235_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105324575783170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SP-l7Gh6-QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xcNl936zKl4/s320/6316967212_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105325487170722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SP-l7J7NpKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ur_bnojmvsQ/s320/6316967206_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...and a special thanks to my cousin Liz for watching the boys all weekend. She kept the boys happy and the house clean. Who knew that was even possible??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105320175168434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SP-l62Iu67I/AAAAAAAAAGk/7v555KbaffU/s320/6316967199_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4122492624193858342?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4122492624193858342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-crap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4122492624193858342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4122492624193858342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SP-l7nVtwJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Us-5G5pbgDA/s72-c/6316967235_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8492993676509916389</id><published>2008-10-16T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:24:30.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Adam and I are going to California this weekend all by ourselves! This is how excited i am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kNpubo_m34QhZF0stUl1Yg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kNpubo_m34QhZF0stUl1Yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot like Sue felt....I'm so freakin' excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8492993676509916389?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8492993676509916389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/adam-and-i-are-going-to-california-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8492993676509916389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8492993676509916389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/adam-and-i-are-going-to-california-this.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-8576527582383747875</id><published>2008-10-12T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:35:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop!</title><content type='html'>Now that I started I can't stop! I want to play catch up and show you some of the awesomeness that ensued over the summer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McKay turned 6 and we had a way fun "Beach Party". Gramma Janna and Grampa Kenny flew in from Cali just for his birthday. So fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256345662560516178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJKh-GVuFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nYg3dKuz4PM/s320/100_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256345312278065042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJKNlMfr5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4V06DRAvzAM/s320/100_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256346302588535778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJLHOY6Q-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cg6veN5dXlU/s320/100_1265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256347362745600786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJME7yDSxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qsfn8_9RiS4/s320/100_1309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided we need to rent Adam out at other parties becasue the kids had sooo much fun with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256347357747525234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJMEpKatnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jeU58JN9FEs/s320/100_1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gramma Janna made Mckay the Worlds Best Sand-Castle Cake (complete with Jell-o moat). The most important part, Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256347366417678706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJMFJdiwXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jeJkB6XLZIM/s320/100_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did lots and lots and lots of running through the sprinklers this summer. We've never had a yard before so this was a first for us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350547093618082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJO-SZx_aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NdWK9_I3a1Y/s320/100_1317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350545669579618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJO-NGQ42I/AAAAAAAAAE8/owi32ZyTNYU/s320/100_1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350533435423250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJO9fhaehI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PyyAxgbcxTs/s320/100_1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carson, not really a fan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350535721230050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJO9oCZHuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/teBwQkvn1AQ/s320/100_1316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, both of the kids started school. Mckay started first grade, and Mason started preschool. Mason has never been to preschool on account of he won't freaking go to the bathroom on the toilet, so this was a huge step for us. 4 1/2 and I think he's finally potty trained.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256350554031090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJO-sPza6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/XmKmOVz7sfQ/s320/100_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351462164269730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJPzjToCqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KFDsEjeChS8/s320/100_1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-8576527582383747875?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8576527582383747875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-stop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8576527582383747875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/8576527582383747875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-stop.html' title='I can&apos;t stop!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJKh-GVuFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nYg3dKuz4PM/s72-c/100_1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-4699937687588469166</id><published>2008-10-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:56:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bored....</title><content type='html'>Adam is gone for a few days to Arizona. So weird to sleep alone at night. I am NOT a fan! He's just glad he missed the first snowfall of the year. I would be bummed. It's actually pretty when there isn't heaps and heaps of it that I have to shovel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256342281404202578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJHdKT2vlI/AAAAAAAAADs/2v-wJvJdrVQ/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-4699937687588469166?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4699937687588469166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4699937687588469166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/4699937687588469166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-bored.html' title='I&apos;m so bored....'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPJHdKT2vlI/AAAAAAAAADs/2v-wJvJdrVQ/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-251334905677449443.post-987976165447398950</id><published>2008-10-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:01:10.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want in on all this fun stuff!</title><content type='html'>Okay, The Kaas Family is gonna blog it up now. Be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/251334905677449443-987976165447398950?l=kaasdudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/feeds/987976165447398950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-in-on-all-this-fun-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/987976165447398950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/251334905677449443/posts/default/987976165447398950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaasdudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-in-on-all-this-fun-stuff.html' title='I want in on all this fun stuff!'/><author><name>Melissa Kaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09531713618320591526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHJXnFknLn8/SPKA8hNCEvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/36WweYQjWeU/S220/100_1309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
