<?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-4156706912765487844</id><updated>2012-01-09T23:54:57.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chlarson Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2483610994842209849</id><published>2010-09-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:44:01.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a new Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is honestly so hard for me to find the time to post on this blog! Well, obviously lots has happened since my last post. We are all doing really well. Just trying to keep up with the everyday tasks of being a housewife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting used to 4 kids was a little hard, but luckily I have lots of help. Larry's job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; allows him to be home a lot and we still get the benefits of a full paycheck. It is very nice. Connor has a respite provider who is my mom's 1st cousin and we call her Aunt Miriam. She is such an amazing blessing to our family. She is only required to watch Connor, but she goes above and beyond! She will watch all of my kids while Larry and I go on dates. She cooks and cleans and tells me to go and take naps. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; spoiled by her and I LOVE IT! I think my kids prefer her over me. When they get in trouble they cry for her. We love her and appreciate all she does for us. It also helps that my mom lives close by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521403759089266114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TJ_3dxoFrcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/swJuMSsHX5I/s320/smiley+connor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Such a happy boy with the best smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Connor was diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ASD&lt;/span&gt;, things have been a little rough. We feel very lucky that he has mild autism and that he is very loving. He is constantly improving in his speech and he doesn't fall as often, but is always on the go, gets into everything and gets hurt all the time. It makes things easier dealing with him if we keep the house in order, which isn't always easy. Larry and I have found that the trick with him is to keep him busy or entertained. If he gets distracted or bored he becomes very hyper and destructive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534695880527994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TM8wlEqwYHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/oc9yBkacdTg/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Connor dropped a huge brick on hid toe and the nail ended up falling off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luckily it grew back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has blank stares quite often, which we thought were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;petite&lt;/span&gt; seizures and his PCP thought so too. Our whole summer was filled with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;. Some consults, some just check ups and others were for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EEG's&lt;/span&gt;, then some follow ups. I bet we went to the valley more than 7 times from May to Aug. It is so nice to have things back in order and have more of a routine since school started again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521401456348059682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TJ_1XvPzWCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/smV3AUm9-_o/s320/285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Connor had to have his head all wrapped up so he wouldn't pull out all the wires during his EEG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got results back from the EEG and there was some slow activity in the brain when he was having the blank stares, but that is normal in children who have autism. They did a 24hr. video EEG and didn't find any seizure activity. It is a huge relief. It doesn't mean he won't have any in the future, but for now he is just a big day dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521403753561102882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TJ_3ddCEmiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/AAJeL_-DOY8/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He was jumping on the bed and fell. Had to get about 5 stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; and Kendall are so good with him most of the time, which is such a blessing. I know it is hard on them. Jessie I think is just scared of him. He is always picking her up and dropping her. Then he tries to kiss her and say sorry and she just cries when he comes near her most of the time. It is sad, but Jessie can be a little dramatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dramatic but so cute! We had her blessed in March at our house with all our family and friends that could make it. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a special day. And THANKS to Grandma Gail (my other mother) She had a beautiful dress to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522915262136124690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TKVWK1Q1BRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/dvA9a02AY40/s320/DSC_0490+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just LOVE that smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522915266540973394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TKVWLFrBrVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QOyEoAKQz08/s320/DSC_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best friend Rachel Richardson took some family pictures for us at the very beginning of March before Jessie was blessed and we love them! Thanks Rachel! These were some of our favorites. The ones of the kids are on the side panel of the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522915275665973554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TKVWLnqmITI/AAAAAAAAAcE/_syAZxlP94w/s320/FAM+BRICK.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522915269328336082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TKVWLQDldNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/rLePmwLj-6E/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had lots of fun this year with celebrating birthdays and going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;camp outs&lt;/span&gt;. We have really been enjoying all of the fun with our family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post will be forever long, so I will do more pics of our fun adventures later. I think I started this post some time in Sept. and now it is the beginning of Nov. before it even gets posted. Ugh, I promise to do better!&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/4156706912765487844-2483610994842209849?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2483610994842209849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=2483610994842209849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2483610994842209849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2483610994842209849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a new Post!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/TJ_3dxoFrcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/swJuMSsHX5I/s72-c/smiley+connor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-1323879381123851563</id><published>2009-12-23T12:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:19:58.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEnTemhhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OnmPlNXC6OI/s1600-h/PICT0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539112458520082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEnTemhhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OnmPlNXC6OI/s320/PICT0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so late in posting pictures, but better late than never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539097190042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEmamUDOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dwUbi6q9xbE/s320/PICT0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessie Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chlarson&lt;/span&gt; was born on December 6, 2009. Weighing 8lbs 5oz, 20 3/4 in. long. She has been such a joy to our family and endures lots and lots of smothering hugs and kisses everyday from her brothers and sister. She has been such a trooper with all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appts.&lt;/span&gt; and programs we have had to go to since she has been born. We are so happy that she is here and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539108131239986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEnDW5eDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Unvnys-5t9g/s320/PICT0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No being jealous of how hot I look! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539101944317634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEmsT0hsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-mYLknKImPk/s320/PICT0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to travel to Mesa when she was only 5 days old. We had had a Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appt.&lt;/span&gt; scheduled for Connor on 12/14 and it couldn't be missed. It has taken so long for us to be seen by a developmental pediatrician so we had to make the trip. For the last 2 years, we have been to all kinds of doctors, trying to figure out a diagnosis for Connor and to see if this would be something he would grow out of. We have only known that he has mild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CVI&lt;/span&gt; (Cortical Visual Impairment) and that he is Developmentally Delayed. Well we went to the Developmental Pediatrician and he did tests and evaluated Connor and has diagnosed him with Autism. It was hard for me to hear at first, but it doesn't change who Connor is and now we have more to go on and he can get more help and hopefully better/more therapy. He keeps improving and we are so grateful for that. We are also grateful that his Autism is not severe. He is such a happy boy, and so loving whereas most kids with autism aren't. Our next step is to get an EEG done. When we saw our primary doctor last, the Dr. saw Connor go into a blank stare, which happens often, and he believes it was a seizure. So we are hopefully going to find out about that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all doing well and are very excited for Christmas! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is especially excited and he even got to see Santa and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;elf's&lt;/span&gt;. Connor and Kendall have fun taking off ornaments and putting them back on so they are all in one spot. So our tree is not the cutest, but it is decorated with love :) Today we got to build a Snowman. It was lots of fun, then we came inside and had some yummy hot chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539115851319170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEngHgh4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/khXxyKD_WeU/s320/PICT0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel very lucky and blessed to have healthy kids, a warm home to live in, and Larry's awesome job to provide for our family. We hope you all have a wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&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/4156706912765487844-1323879381123851563?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1323879381123851563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=1323879381123851563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1323879381123851563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1323879381123851563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SzKEnTemhhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OnmPlNXC6OI/s72-c/PICT0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-3249428062460029708</id><published>2009-12-04T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:11:44.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No baby yet</title><content type='html'>So, the baby ticker says that my baby is 7 days old, but she is actually 7 days late! I don't know how to take the thing off my blog. I don't even remember how I got it on there to be honest. Any way, I am patiently waiting for our little girl to arrive. I know most people might think I am crazy but I want to go into labor on my own and not be induced. Right now I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dialated&lt;/span&gt; to a 4 and I am 75% effaced. I have been having contractions off and on for a week, but nothing too painful or consistent. We will text family and friends when she does arrive, then when I have a chance after coming home I will post pictures on here and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt;. Wish me luck! I am scared, excited and nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-3249428062460029708?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3249428062460029708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=3249428062460029708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3249428062460029708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3249428062460029708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-baby-yet.html' title='No baby yet'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2838622860492734931</id><published>2009-11-09T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:46:47.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated the post below with pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-2838622860492734931?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2838622860492734931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=2838622860492734931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2838622860492734931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2838622860492734931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-updated-post-below-with-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2972188925762102936</id><published>2009-11-06T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:45:33.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the last month and a half, things have been so busy and crazy at our house. Here is what my calendar looked like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/26 - Went to Mesa for a baptism, and bought a Van&lt;br /&gt;9/28 - Took Connor to Opthamologist, still has mild CVI&lt;br /&gt;- car broke down in Payson, good thing we had the van&lt;br /&gt;10/1 - Jace - Soccer game&lt;br /&gt;10/2 - My Dad's B-day&lt;br /&gt;10/5 - Dentist appt. for Jace&lt;br /&gt;- Cooper's B-day (Lamar and Jaime's little boy)&lt;br /&gt;10/6 - Jace - Soccer game&lt;br /&gt;- Jaimie's B-day (Amy and Mike's oldest)&lt;br /&gt;10/7 - Me - Foot Dr. in RV&lt;br /&gt;10/8 - Jace - Soccer game&lt;br /&gt;- Christie's B-day (Amy and Mike's youngest)&lt;br /&gt;10/13 - OB appt. for me in RV&lt;br /&gt;- Jace - Soccer game&lt;br /&gt;10/15 - Tiff had baby Owen!&lt;br /&gt;- Took Connor to ENT- has enlarged tonsils&lt;br /&gt;10/16 - Larry and Lamar turned 30! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124971255588258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Svg0Cif05aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k5tAiTXPNFo/s320/all+pictures+403.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We met Lamar's family in Globe for lunch to celebrat the them turning 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10/19 - I turned 26 went to foot Dr. and&lt;br /&gt;had plantar warts cut out of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;10/21 - Zach's B-day (Jaime and Lamar's oldest)&lt;br /&gt;10/22 - Parent Teacher Conference- Jace is doing great!&lt;br /&gt;- Reilly's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;10/23 - Carson (Logan's boy) and Courtney's (Deb's girl) B-day&lt;br /&gt;10/24 - Connor (turned 4) and Cheri's (Ruth's youngest ) B-day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124971108366594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Svg0Ch8ueQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/UHDjWEI0YHU/s320/all+pictures+417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;10/27 - Was offered a job with NEC and I accepted!&lt;br /&gt;10/28 - OB and Foot Dr. Appts in Showlow&lt;br /&gt;10/31 - Halloween was lots of FUN!&lt;br /&gt;- Natalie's B-day &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124979567047938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Svg0DBdbtQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EThGqDd183M/s320/all+pictures+423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                 Jace was Bumble Bee from Transformers, Connor was Sherriff Woody and Kendall was a Lady Bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124986475063186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Svg0DbMbp5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/fEvcGCfNR9Q/s320/all+pictures+425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;          Larry and I were just supposed to be a King and Queen, but he looked like the Burger king guy, so we were Burger King and Dairy Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11/04 - Connor had his tonsils and adenoids removed&lt;br /&gt;- OB appt. for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lots of trips to either Round Valley or Show low for Dr. appts and lots of birthdays. October always seems crazy with all the birthdays, but adding all the appts and trying to get myself ready for a new job and for the baby to come, it has been even more hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry has a deer hunt up by Thatcher next weekend and I start my new job on Tuesday11/10. I will try and get as much training done as I can before the baby comes. Let's hope I don't have her early. I've never gone into labor early before, but watch just because I have so much that needs to be done she we come early. We'll just have to wait and see. I have 3 weeks left, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124991127668162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Svg0DshsxcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5JaRMLhLFCo/s320/all+pictures+420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                Larry and his scruffy beard for his dear hunt, I can't wait till it comes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-2972188925762102936?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2972188925762102936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=2972188925762102936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2972188925762102936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2972188925762102936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-life.html' title='Busy Life'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Svg0Cif05aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k5tAiTXPNFo/s72-c/all+pictures+403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2627248761367096549</id><published>2009-09-17T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:23:40.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apache County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549679028710210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKoakRmK0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/-Iil9lRJe7w/s320/carnival+rides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549704718508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKocD-hYYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jFLirqBmjM8/s320/PICT0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549675437819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKoaW5dhdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2uARrO-1usU/s320/connor+and+Kendall+carnival+rides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last weekend was the county fair. I have always loved the fair and the carnival, but this year it was even more fun to me. We entered in our animals and some zucchini from our garden. Larry said that you could enter almost anything in and suggested that I make some bread and enter in some of the crafts that I had made to decorate our house, so I did. We had so much fun and we all won some ribbons! I guess my brain had been in left field or I had completely forgotten that you can enter things in for free and you win prize money for the ribbons you get. I had never entered anything in before so maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I never really thought much about it. Anyway, we had lots of fun seeing what we won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of our pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382559659562221634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKxfgqNwEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jMYrT2P1nRo/s320/PICT0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; won most outstanding exhibit for his animals!&lt;br /&gt;He got blue ribbons for his turkey and two ducks, red ribbons for his chicken, rabbit, zucchini, and the mutt show, and he got a white ribbon for one of his other rabbits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549697698695010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKobp03h2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OiTX8EpOjh4/s320/PICT0747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; with his zucchini. He has been a good helper with the garden this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382549686976469954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKobB4fW8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/_T6XG2puh8k/s320/PICT0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is our dog Copper and the bull dog he was up against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382551659557151378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKqN2UX4pI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7DZUr0nOh0M/s320/PICT0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Connor won a blue ribbon for the chicken he entered. He was so excited to take his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382551669026175826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKqOZl9u1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/oLFv0PR3kHo/s320/PICT0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kendall won a red and blue ribbon for her rabbits. We had to bribe her with candy to get her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382551687535691442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKqPei-hrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/EueKll28mLs/s320/PICT0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Larry got a blue and red ribbon for his rabbits and chicken and a red one for his zucchini. Larry is the reason we even entered anything in and won ribbons. He is the best ever, even if he looks like Grizzly Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382551678651849266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKqO9c52jI/AAAAAAAAAXU/knr_XY1poGU/s320/PICT0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I won a blue and red ribbon for my bread, a white ribbon for my zucchini, and some blue, red, and a white for the crafts that I entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family won a total of $133 woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! It was nice cause that covered all the money we spent on all the yummy fair food and the fun carnival rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way we were going to be able to get pics taken with our wild kids and all of our entries at the fair, so this is how we decided to document our achievements. I am so proud of my family. They are so good at helping with all the chores, and we had such a blast at the fair. It was neat to see all our hard work pay off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-2627248761367096549?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2627248761367096549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=2627248761367096549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2627248761367096549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2627248761367096549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/apache-county-fair.html' title='Apache County Fair'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SrKoakRmK0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/-Iil9lRJe7w/s72-c/carnival+rides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2001695529078899006</id><published>2009-08-07T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:13:39.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These last few weeks have been so fun and so crazy! We had fun at the 24th celebrations visiting with family and friends, although I remember the 24th being so much funner when I was a teenager and didn't have to worry about too much. Now being a mom, it is fun, you don't get to visit too much and there is so much you are responsible for. It is fun to see the kids enjoy everything. It is also a special time for us because Jace was born on the 25th of July so we always get to celebrate him in our family around the same time. He had begged for a pool party, so that is what we did. It was lots of fun! Aunt Nicole took lots of fun pics of the kids jumping off the diving boards. I will have to post those when I get them. Here are a few I got with my camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367122252125931394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvZQIgPh4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/nXILne7nVWg/s320/PICT0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jace making a funny face, he always wants to do goofy pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367122258131672930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvZQe4H32I/AAAAAAAAAUs/AN5roBBgkuw/s320/PICT0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crew of cousins and great friends!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367122263100229618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvZQxYuB_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/eW1W7O8Q3UA/s320/PICT0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There is nothing like some yummy hot dogs with chips and dip to go with a pool party! Hope everyone had fun with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367124468834113330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvbRKYqFzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bdH0_C0EuPo/s320/PICT0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of my favorite pics of Larry and Jace! They both love to be silly :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you Jace! Thanks for being such a good helper, good example, and a hard worker. You are so smart, and dad and I are so proud of you! Hope you had a fun 6th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Kendall's birthday, she is already 2! It is so hard to believe. She is such a little pistol! She can be so sweet, but most of the time she acts like she is the boss and that she doesn't have to do anything you say. It is hard not to laugh at her. We love you sis! You bring such joy to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367124478256525410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvbRtfIsGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LBUcpCq8Vwo/s320/PICT0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  They had a hard time keeping their hands off the cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367124473116665906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvbRaVsqDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/4f0YrVLzz9s/s320/PICT0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I tried to get her to smile for the camera, but this is what I got. I love it! She is always making faces like this! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was just our family for her b-day, so we went to breakfast together and then later in the afternoon daddy took us out shooting. We had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367128099978223314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Snvekhc4HtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Oih5XBEkJsg/s320/PICT0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't look so happy, but she did have lots of fun. We just have a hard time getting her to smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367128106630194562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Snvek6O1JYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xDeptcV3xsU/s320/PICT0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy and Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367128111087040130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvelK1bNoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VHfrlZmA_1w/s320/PICT0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jace got his very own BB gun from uncle Logan for his birthday, so he was having lots of fun being able to shoot it himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a little scared to take all the kids out shooting, but it turned out to be lots of fun. I am glad Larry is the kind of dad to take time like this for his family. Some of my favorite memories are when my dad took us out shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to everyone who came and stayed with us! We have had so much fun celebrating and spending time with family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-2001695529078899006?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2001695529078899006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=2001695529078899006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2001695529078899006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2001695529078899006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/lots-of-fun.html' title='Lots of fun!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SnvZQIgPh4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/nXILne7nVWg/s72-c/PICT0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-794854355192730019</id><published>2009-07-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:29:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Sesson Giveaway</title><content type='html'>My friend Becca is doing a giveaway! Go to her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.agirlnhercamera.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.agirlnhercamera.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and check it out. She does a really nice job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-794854355192730019?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/794854355192730019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=794854355192730019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/794854355192730019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/794854355192730019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-sesson-giveaway.html' title='Photo Sesson Giveaway'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-3325198689028560852</id><published>2009-07-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:17:00.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S A GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is, Jessi Lee Chlarson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358906677083475042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Sl6pOugHjGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9waXPIPynok/s320/Jessi+Profile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cute little profile, I just love it and can't wait to see her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were originally not going to find out what we were having, but when my sister Amy came back from her appt. with a DVD of her ultrasound and they told her she was having another girl, Jace really wanted to go with us to the Dr. and see if we were having a boy or a girl. It really didn't matter to me or Larry so we went ahead and found out. Jace loved watching it, is very excited about having another sister, and he even got a toy from the ultrasound tech. We are really happy and excited. Now we can call my tummy Jessi instead of just baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904034192975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Sl6m04965hI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oO7NDLb3b-w/s320/Jessi+Lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Definately a Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904044830886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Sl6m1gmMi6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/j5fGjGGEgFQ/s320/Jessi%27s+legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is a shot of her cute legs. When we were doing the ultrasound she was moving and it looked like she was running, it was so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-3325198689028560852?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3325198689028560852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=3325198689028560852' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3325198689028560852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3325198689028560852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-girl.html' title='IT&quot;S A GIRL!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Sl6pOugHjGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9waXPIPynok/s72-c/Jessi+Profile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2773828318152408126</id><published>2009-05-22T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:35:51.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Farm Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since moving to St. Johns things have been so fun and so crazy. We are renting from my brother-in-law, Matt, and we love it out here. They have 10 acres of land and we are on the outskirts of town. It is nice to just let my kids run around and play and not have to worry about them running into the street. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338871652475764370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd7ezs4fpI/AAAAAAAAATc/zQ9wqLOacf8/s320/PICT0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the house, it needs painting and some yard work done in the front, in time it will come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so nice to be closer to Larry's job. I see him so much more now, and I love it. It is also way cheaper to live here too! The crazy thing is that because we are saving more money and we live on lots of land, Larry has started a farm for us. Seriously no lie. We have over 25 rabbits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338871647524646226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd7ehQcbVI/AAAAAAAAATU/TgFUvjsZCo8/s320/PICT0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 ducks, 10 chickens, 1 turkey, and 2 roosters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339133578186418306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shhps5ApaII/AAAAAAAAAT8/aSYN0z_uxhs/s320/PICT0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would have had 13 chickens and 3 turkeys, but we get bull snakes on our farm too and it ate 2 turkeys and killed 3 chicks. Then it got stuck in the cage with the other chicks and turkey. All of this happened when Larry was gone. He wanted me to get the snake out! HA! He had to call his friend to come and do it. I could do without the snakes, Larry says they are good for killing the mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338871642796750338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd7ePpOdgI/AAAAAAAAATE/b7dWCtlNZfk/s320/PICT0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would much rather have a cat to do that then a snake, and I hate cats! We will probably get one though for the mice. Not too excited about it, but I know it will help and the kids will love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our dog Copper, the kids love him!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338873670777876162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd9USdmrsI/AAAAAAAAATs/M7JqLsR4U6Y/s320/PICT0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be getting a horse soon from Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neuel&lt;/span&gt;, but right now we are horse sitting for some friends of ours. Here is a picture of one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338873680346537506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd9U2G83iI/AAAAAAAAAT0/N_skBqfxBzQ/s320/PICT0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Larry really wants to get a milk cow or some goats in the future. Who knows, we will just have to wait and see. It is nice and all of this will help us become self sufficient and teach our children responsibility and good work ethics, but almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he goes to the feed store he comes back with something different. He has the cutest childlike grin when he comes in and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how I know he bought something. It drives me crazy sometimes, but all of it will be worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338871657591139074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd7fGwe6wI/AAAAAAAAATk/VcMtuGseerk/s320/PICT0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have even started planting a garden. The picture was taken about a week ago, but we have finished making the rows and planted some corn, watermelon, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;. We also want to do cucumbers, tomatoes, squash and maybe some carrots. I am excited about it and so proud of all of Larry's hard work. Thanks babe, I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-2773828318152408126?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2773828318152408126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=2773828318152408126' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2773828318152408126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/2773828318152408126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-moving-to-st.html' title='Fun Farm Life!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/Shd7ezs4fpI/AAAAAAAAATc/zQ9wqLOacf8/s72-c/PICT0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-1530401275252941676</id><published>2009-05-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:56:49.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SgB7ZvEBgzI/AAAAAAAAASs/pW1BwxZ68VI/s1600-h/PICT0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332397640866956082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SgB7ZvEBgzI/AAAAAAAAASs/pW1BwxZ68VI/s320/PICT0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My poor little Kendall is always getting beat up by Connor. He is always tackling her, pushing her down, or sitting on her so she can't move. It was really bad there for a while, and I could never even leave the two of them in the same room. He has gotten so much better lately thank goodness, but now he is throwing things all the time. He always gets in trouble for it and we are always telling him not to throw, but it just doesn't seem to get through to him. Seriously we have done everything but beat the crap out of him. Well last night he threw this stupid toy and Kendall just happened to be in the line of fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332398433498451378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SgB8H32GTbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oO8aNm6Ihuw/s320/PICT0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It is pretty heavy and I have almost thrown it away several times cause I was afraid something like this would happen, but haven't cause I have had it for all my babies to play with when they get to that stage at about 7-9 months when they love the toys that move and make noise. Well it is in the trash now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him starting to throw it and yelled at him so he would stop, but I was too late. I got up to go spank him, but when I got in there I saw Kendall doubled over and blood squirting from her head. I yelled at my friend, Carin, to go get Bridger who happens to be an ER nurse. I picked her up and put pressure on her head to try and stop the bleeding. He and Larry came running in from outside and Bridger looked at it and continued to put pressure on her head and found out that it was only a small, but deep cut. He told us that because it was a head wound is why it was bleeding so bad, but that we didn't need to take her into the ER. Thankfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; family was here when it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;, cause I know I would have probably called 911 and been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; out. She quit crying after about two minutes and was fine. We tried to put ice on her head, but she just wanted to eat it. She is perfectly happy now. It is as if it never even happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A huge thanks to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stradling&lt;/span&gt; family for being there and helping out. Carin was so sweet to go clean up the puddle of blood off the bedroom floor. Thank you both so much for your help and friendship! We love you guys!&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/4156706912765487844-1530401275252941676?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1530401275252941676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=1530401275252941676' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1530401275252941676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1530401275252941676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/tough-girl.html' title='Tough Girl'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SgB7ZvEBgzI/AAAAAAAAASs/pW1BwxZ68VI/s72-c/PICT0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-8586483153120386662</id><published>2009-04-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:07:26.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SeDpx6T3zxI/AAAAAAAAASk/5CSYswyhbCc/s1600-h/three+amigos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323511803227393810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SeDpx6T3zxI/AAAAAAAAASk/5CSYswyhbCc/s320/three+amigos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family is very excited about another baby! We will be having baby #4 around November 28th. We are all very happy! Jace loves telling people that his mom is going to have a baby come out of her tummy in November. He also blesses that the baby will come out cute every time prays. Lol It is so fun. We will be happy for a boy or a girl, and because we already have clothes for both, this one will be a suprize! I know that is annoying to some people, but we did it that way with Jace and we loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-8586483153120386662?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8586483153120386662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=8586483153120386662' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/8586483153120386662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/8586483153120386662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SeDpx6T3zxI/AAAAAAAAASk/5CSYswyhbCc/s72-c/three+amigos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-1686608509410504436</id><published>2009-03-02T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:56:26.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Piper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SaxFMjXMpOI/AAAAAAAAARs/P1RRqotdBAI/s1600-h/PICT0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308694142716257506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SaxFMjXMpOI/AAAAAAAAARs/P1RRqotdBAI/s320/PICT0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today has been a sad day for our family. Our dog Piper died last night:( I am not usually one to care too much for pets, because our family never really had one for very long and we never got that attached. Larry's family had all kinds of pets when he was growing up and we wanted a dog that could grow up with our kids. We thought that Piper was going to be the one. We only had her for a couple of months, but she was so good with the kids and she didn't bark all the time. She was given to us by our sister-in-law, who breeds Malamutes. She would have normally cost about $1000, but she was a Christmas present for Larry, and we all loved her very much. I don't remember ever crying about losing a dog. I was ok and didn't cry until I told Jace that Piper died, then he started crying. He said,"Mom, I'm really going to miss Piper she was good to us. She would always sit when we gave her a bone cookie." It was so cute. He tried to tell Connor and Kendall that Piper died and that she went to heaven, but got frustrated cause they didn't understand. They would just point outside and say "Piper!" All the kids loved her, but Connor probably liked playing with her the most. I didn't get any pictures of Jace or Kendall with her which makes me sad, but thankfully I got some with Connor. He was always smothering her:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308696944588081970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SaxHvpJfyzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EizGO7UIlg0/s320/PICT0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308694132445259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SaxFL9GZpdI/AAAAAAAAARc/rXOy6CdaVrw/s320/PICT0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We are not sure what happened to make her sick. We know it wasn't parvo cause she had all her shots, but she might have gotten into some kind of poison. Someone my dad works with said that there was someone in town poisoning dogs, but who knows. We just miss her, and hopefully we will find another dog someday that we love just as much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308694141052776866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SaxFMdKl8aI/AAAAAAAAARk/k-aP6ob3a40/s320/PICT0432.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/4156706912765487844-1686608509410504436?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1686608509410504436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=1686608509410504436' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1686608509410504436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1686608509410504436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-piper.html' title='Goodbye Piper'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SaxFMjXMpOI/AAAAAAAAARs/P1RRqotdBAI/s72-c/PICT0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-7699058007111346764</id><published>2009-02-25T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:59:17.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward!</title><content type='html'>Here's the idea. Be one of the first 3 people to leave a comment on my blog and you will be the lucky recipeint of a hand made gift from me some time this year. When it comes will be a total complete surprise! Now here is the catch, you have to post the same thing on your blog and do the same for 3 lucky people. GOOD LUCK! This is going to be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-7699058007111346764?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7699058007111346764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=7699058007111346764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7699058007111346764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7699058007111346764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it Forward!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-302198063053645903</id><published>2009-01-14T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:26:08.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my kids!</title><content type='html'>I just have to write down a few fun things my kids have been doing lately before I forget.&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;First I will start with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291399804064684642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SW7UFjXY2mI/AAAAAAAAAQk/elj37DXCFKk/s320/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before New Years, we were in St. Johns at my mom's and we were in the kitchen and out of the blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; says to my mom, "Grandma Ruthie how come Heavenly Father thought you were so special to make you my mom's mom?" It was so sweet. Several months ago he asked me why Grandma Ruthie was my mom and I told him that Heavenly Father thought she was special so he sent me to her. I love when they remember things like that. It made my mom feel good too! . . . Then just recently we were sitting at the table finishing up dinner and Larry told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; that when his watch says Eight o'clock that it is time for bead, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; says, " Eight o'clock or eight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;o'watch&lt;/span&gt;?" I thought it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; is such a good kid and is such a help with Connor and Kendall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for Connor: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291398769674021954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SW7TJV9b7EI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kkKdH-6MjFA/s320/182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is making more progress on all levels so we are very happy about that. He is loving school and riding on the bus. Although we do not always understand what he is saying, he will try to say things if you ask him to. I love it when we drop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; off at school and I tell him bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; I love you, Connor will try to say it and it sounds like this, Ba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt;. I love that he is trying so hard to say words. Just tonight we were having family prayer and Connor wouldn't come sit down so we said it without him and he was so sad afterward so we said another one and asked if he wanted to help(he normally never does) and this time he tried to repeat after me. He only gets the first sound of the word like Fa for father but he bowed his head and tried to repeat each word with me and it almost made me cry. My heart was so happy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; him make such huge steps with us. He just beamed after it was over and we praised him for doing such a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Kendall:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291401117861916818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SW7VSBpDsJI/AAAAAAAAARE/6ISDEcLFsAA/s320/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is our little Fire Cracker. This girl has so much attitude it is not even funny. She has to have it though to put up with Connor's constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tackling&lt;/span&gt;. She can be so sweet one minute and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; the next. She is always telling us to go away and she gives the perfect stink eye! I know she gets that from me and my sisters. She already loves shoes and clothes and is always into them. It is cute, but it drives me crazy and I now I have a glimpse of what she will be like when she gets older and it is scary! Lately she is into giving hugs to everyone, even Connor and I love it. I need to get a picture of it. She is also such a helper when it comes to throwing things away. she will come to me with stuff and say,"garbage, garbage?" so I can open the door for her or she will get Connor to do it for her. She is so smart and I think her ability to communicate with us so well has helped Connor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my kids and I am so proud of them! &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/4156706912765487844-302198063053645903?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/302198063053645903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=302198063053645903' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/302198063053645903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/302198063053645903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-my-kids.html' title='Love my kids!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SW7UFjXY2mI/AAAAAAAAAQk/elj37DXCFKk/s72-c/184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-6325894898448397058</id><published>2008-12-31T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:30:08.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been real busy with making presents and having fun with my family, but I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas! Ours was awesome, We were truly blessed this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year we had Nicole's family for Christmas and I really wanted to do something special for them. About 3-4 years ago I remember Nicole saying that she wanted a picture of Christ with children, but that there were never any with two babies or two girls and since she has twins she wanted one with two girls. So I wanted to have someone draw it for me, but never got around to doing it until now. Here is the picture and I think it is PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193687985217954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SVxVJtpFYaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CJ0CMUqvmmE/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Craig Cutler drew this picture of Jesus and put my nieces in as the children. It turned out AWESOME and my sister LOVES it! Thank you so much Craig, you are amazing! The look on my brother-in-law and sister's face as they opened it was priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the fun crafts that I made for my sister with the help of my friends Kaycee Gardner and Becca Martin. Thanks guys, it was lots of fun and I really appreciate all your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SVxVJQ2-xAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xvAx4T5BIHk/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193680258876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SVxVJQ2-xAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xvAx4T5BIHk/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SVxVJP__COI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lFocWgVjfW4/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193680028207330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SVxVJP__COI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lFocWgVjfW4/s320/DSC_0145.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/4156706912765487844-6325894898448397058?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6325894898448397058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=6325894898448397058' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/6325894898448397058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/6325894898448397058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SVxVJtpFYaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CJ0CMUqvmmE/s72-c/DSC_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-6916638913576570134</id><published>2008-12-16T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:00:59.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My poor Jace had a very rough day yesterday! He started off by smashing his thumb in the door of our linen closet taking off the skin by his nail bed. He has been so sad and thinks he can't use his thumb anymore cause it will hurt and make it so much worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644009437080530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SUidv5_Kq9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AaI-a7EGYL4/s400/Jace+thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He got over it quickly cause he was so excited to go to school for his Christmas program. He has been practicing his songs for some time now and was real excited for us to come and watch. We were getting ready to go to his program when I got a call from the school. They told me that Jace had fallen and bit his tongue. I went to go get him thinking it wouldn't be that bad, cause he tends to be a little dramatic about things. This is what I saw! My poor little guy bit through his tongue!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644142118930514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SUid3oQ_CFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JDGH3aq3jIE/s400/Jace+tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His teacher said he was rocking back and forth in his chair and she had just finished telling him to sit still so he wouldn't get hurt, and as she turned around and was walking back to her desk he fell forward and hit his chin on the table and bit his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nurse advised me to take him the Dr.'s office and tell them it was a school emergency. Our Dr. said that he would most likely need stitches and that he would need to go to the ER to do it so they could put him under and monitor him through it all. We got there around 2:00 and we didn't leave until about 8:30. Jace was such a trooper the whole time. He didn't even cry when they gave him his IV. That is huge for Jace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of him while he was waiting for a room in the OR to open up. Isn't he so cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644330010053842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SUieCkNuDNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4l-y3EWmonU/s400/Jace.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They said his tongue would swell pretty good in the next couple of days, but that he should recover just fine! I'm not sure exactly how many stitches he has, but they had to do a few on the bottom, some in the middle, and there are at least 8-10 on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was very sad to have missed his Christmas program, but his Aunt Kristi told him that when he gets better that he and Brynn can sing the songs for us and she will video them so we can all watch it together. He is very excited about that and even with a swollen tongue has been practicing the songs for us. It is so cute and so hard not to laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A huge thanks to all for your calls and texts! It means a lot. I guess several kids in Jace's class went home and told their moms that Jace fell and almost bit his tongue off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a very special thanks to Joe and Kathy Bushman for traveling to Showlow in the storm to pick up Connor and watch him for us the whole time. You guys are awesome and we really appreciate your friendship! Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-6916638913576570134?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6916638913576570134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=6916638913576570134' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/6916638913576570134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/6916638913576570134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SUidv5_Kq9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AaI-a7EGYL4/s72-c/Jace+thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-4128681224462375713</id><published>2008-11-28T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:56:28.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Turkey Day!</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 hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving! Our Thanksgiving was fun! We stayed here at our house and had my mom, dad, grandma, some of my uncles and cousins over for our wonderful feast. It was nice, we made the rolls(my mom makes the best rolls), a vegetable tray, mashed potatoes, gravy and a few pies! My Grandma and Aunt Susan made the rest of the stuff. I had fun working with my mom in the kitchen too. I was sad that I wasn't able to be with my brothers and sisters, but it was still a good day. My mom made these cute little turkeys out of cookies, frosting, chocolate covered cherries and candy corn. They are so cute and my kids loved them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273919430542302002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STC5x5eBGzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZnitXLdnVs0/s400/turkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family doesn't really have a family tradition when it comes to Thanksgiving, but I always think of all the things I am grateful for. There are so many things, and I am not sure I have ever written them down. Here are a few!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STDDWV2tIbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KXtHviQM2y8/s1600-h/11-28-2008+09%3B13%3B39PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273929952241983922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STDDWV2tIbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KXtHviQM2y8/s400/11-28-2008+09%3B13%3B39PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have an absolutely amazing HUSBAND! He is such a hard worker and does so much for our family! He is an incredible FATHER! He is so good at helping around the house, telling me how beautiful I am even if I haven't showered and my hair is gross and I have no make-up on and it is like 4:00 in the afternoon and I am still in pajamas. He is my best friend and I love him so much it hurts! I feel so blessed to be his wife and have him for ETERNITY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STDDtqxjWxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tCWc1KfAFiQ/s1600-h/engagement+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273930352994507538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STDDtqxjWxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tCWc1KfAFiQ/s400/engagement+pic.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so Thankful for my FAMILY, and not just my husband and children. I have such wonderful parents, siblings, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt;! I am so grateful to have a good relationship with all of them. I love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unbelievably grateful for my children and the opportunity to be a mom. I love my kids, they are my world and although there are moments when I want to scream and give them away, I wouldn't trade them for anything! I do not like what having kids has done to my body, but they are so worth it. When I look at my body and want to cry, all I have to do is look at my adorable kids and it makes everything better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STDHCGxkToI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HsBaeI7Nv8g/s1600-h/933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273934002643029634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STDHCGxkToI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HsBaeI7Nv8g/s400/933.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;I am also so grateful for my Savior and to know that I am a daughter of God! To know where I came from and where I want to be. I love to be inside the Temple. I am thankful for them and I love knowing that because of them I can be with my family FOREVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for all of my friends too! You guys are the best! I love you all and hope that your Thanksgiving was as good as mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4156706912765487844-4128681224462375713?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4128681224462375713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=4128681224462375713' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/4128681224462375713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/4128681224462375713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-turkey-day.html' title='Our Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/STC5x5eBGzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZnitXLdnVs0/s72-c/turkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-866658914351542250</id><published>2008-11-03T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:22:55.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This year we went to St. Johns to trick or treat, and it was lots of fun. We stayed with our good friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Richardsons&lt;/span&gt;. Larry had to work, so having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; help along with my mom's was very nice. Thanks guys, you are the BEST! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264616876363812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SQ-tJ-oxDaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OUZ8QOdeQnA/s400/274.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was a rapper or a gangsta whichever you prefer, Kendall was Winnie the Pooh pumpkin, Connor was Spider-Man, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was Batman. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617755701425474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SQ-t9KbMNUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HnKueFZoddI/s400/261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a costume party at Leslie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Welkers&lt;/span&gt; house so we all tried to dress up. I loved Rachel's costume, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt; has nothing on you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;! And although I thought my costume was cool, after seeing the pictures I can see that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; wrong I am too white to pull it off and I look like a huge dork! The important thing is that I had fun :D and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; loved that I dressed up for Halloween. He thought my teeth were the coolest! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-866658914351542250?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/866658914351542250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=866658914351542250' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/866658914351542250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/866658914351542250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SQ-tJ-oxDaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OUZ8QOdeQnA/s72-c/274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-368833329629301107</id><published>2008-10-21T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:28:18.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I updated the post below with pictures if you want to scroll down to look. They are super funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also Tiffany's surgery went well and she is doing much better. Thank you all for your love, support and prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-368833329629301107?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/368833329629301107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=368833329629301107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/368833329629301107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/368833329629301107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-updated-post-below-with-pictures-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-3976415792873787504</id><published>2008-10-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:30:58.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So OCTOBER is a crazy month for birthdays in our family on both sides. There are 14 of us with birthdays if I am counting right, and 3 of those are in my little family. Larry turned 29 on the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I am 25 today, and Connor will be 3 on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Like I said, CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year for our birthdays has been a little different, we usually do something together, but Larry started a new job and has been working a lot and I just got back from Utah, so we haven't seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; since Wednesday morning. I didn't get to see him on his birthday :( and he won't get to see me on mine. Hopefully he will be home tomorrow afternoon and we can all do something fun together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, dad, Nicole, Logan and I went to Utah to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; Tiffany for her graduation. We left Wednesday and drove all night so we could make it there Thursday morning and spend all day Thurs. and Fri. with her then drive home Sat. morning. It was a quick trip, but so much fun! I had no kids which was nice but sad too. It was the first time I have ever been away from my children besides being in the hospital to have a baby. So it was kind of hard, but I had a blast! Tiffany graduated in massage therapy and she gave us all a massage, It was heaven! Thanks Tiff, we are so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge THANK YOU to Kristi, Kathy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Churstan&lt;/span&gt; for watching my kids so I could go! You guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her are some pictures of how much fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259455570563665570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1W-cNljqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_UgcJI2rBVo/s400/funny+kids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us above, and the sexy people who created us below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259456832499000850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1YH5SaphI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cJSpszE8JSo/s400/funny+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259457190255314194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1YcuCKxRI/AAAAAAAAALE/MzVLzS4xuno/s400/funny+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the fun I had with the computer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259458415564312050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1ZkCqmTfI/AAAAAAAAALM/H2cRX_F08p4/s400/funny+megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy Huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259458623808285954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1ZwKb1LQI/AAAAAAAAALU/EP7xQaA5ixY/s400/stink+eye+megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; How I really look, and if anyone says not much different, I will hurt you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259458795130943090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1Z6IqVdnI/AAAAAAAAALc/vT1XoYQNEFg/s400/normal+megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-3976415792873787504?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3976415792873787504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=3976415792873787504' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3976415792873787504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3976415792873787504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays.html' title='BIRTHDAYS!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SP1W-cNljqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_UgcJI2rBVo/s72-c/funny+kids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-6519366088735924208</id><published>2008-10-12T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:40:30.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>My sweet Connor started school on Monday and it was such a bitter-sweet day for me. Connor is such a handful, and I kept saying that I couldn't wait for him to start school so it would give me a break. Well, when they told me he could start school as soon as Monday October 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I just started crying. I feel like I don't know him very well, and the only time that I didn't know that he had any problems, he was a baby and I always felt that special bond with him, but now as a toddler he doesn't communicate very well with us and it has been so sad and frustrating. I have this wish that he will do amazingly well in school and start talking like crazy and then he can come home and be with me and not have to go to school until Kindergarten. He only goes to school for 2 hours, and the little break is nice, but I would give anything to have him be able to talk to me and tell me all the things he has been trying to tell me for the last year and a half and just be at home with me. He is so sweet and lovable. The batteries in my camera died right as I was getting ready to take him to school, but luckily my mom's cousin came to the rescue and she let me use her camera. She will be e-mailing me the pictures soon and then I will post them. He looks so big and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; backpack(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;-pa) and he gets to ride the bus. Yes it is the short bus. Ask me if I feel like a complete jerk for making fun of people who ride the short bus to school. I would tease with my friends and say, "Yeah, well you ride the short bus to school!" thinking that it was funny. Well not so much now! It was a rough day:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-6519366088735924208?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6519366088735924208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=6519366088735924208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/6519366088735924208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/6519366088735924208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-1816267137017517131</id><published>2008-09-23T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:12:43.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAKES, CUTS, AND POOP! OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't come up with the right words for a title to this post, so you can pick one if you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249362301752996530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SNl7M31QcrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_4Cpf4lVLCM/s400/snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Noni came here to do a Reptile and Amphibian presentation for Larry's scouts and we got to go and watch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; was not in the least bit scared of anything there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249361758521590514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SNl6tQIzAvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5xbjAE1gPH4/s400/0921081310a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Sunday Connor fell and hit is head on one of the metal doors. Poor guy probably needed stitches, but if any of you know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chlarsons&lt;/span&gt;, you don't go to the doctor. You just super glue it and get a butterfly band aid and call it good! I was in a meeting when it happened and Larry knew I would probably freak and overreact so he took care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249361229091954594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SNl6Ob2736I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lDb1OPt2178/s400/0918081902a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes folks this is poop! Kendall decided to leave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a present&lt;/span&gt; in the bath tub right after giving her a bath. Lovely isn't it? Luckily the water was already drained and she didn't step in it. I know it is gross to post this and it might offend some people, so sorry in advance, but I thought it was so huge for someone so small and it will be fun to tease her when she gets older :)  I also thought it was funny cause just before she did it, I was on the phone to my sister Nicole telling her how my kids were driving me crazy and I was about ready to beat the crap out of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anybody want to trade places with me and take care of my kids! I know you are all jealous!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-1816267137017517131?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1816267137017517131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=1816267137017517131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1816267137017517131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1816267137017517131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-couldnt-come-up-with-right-words-for.html' title='SNAKES, CUTS, AND POOP! OH MY!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SNl7M31QcrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_4Cpf4lVLCM/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-3825080042942700710</id><published>2008-09-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:56:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248596602423626562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SNbCzTjIS0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mh9_pgC-JRo/s400/09-21-2008+02%3B11%3B02PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; years ago today! I love my handsome hubby so much! He is such a hard worker and does so much for me. I am so grateful to have him in my life . He is such a loving husband, father, and friend. I don't know what I would do without you babe! I love you and I appreciate all you do for our family. I am so happy to have you for Eternity! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-3825080042942700710?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3825080042942700710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=3825080042942700710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3825080042942700710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/3825080042942700710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-years.html' title='6 Years!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SNbCzTjIS0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/mh9_pgC-JRo/s72-c/09-21-2008+02%3B11%3B02PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-7318506298043429733</id><published>2008-08-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:11:07.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Boy!</title><content type='html'>I have to write about Jace and the funny things he has been doing since he started school. First, I have to tell you that I have been a little scared about him going to school because he likes to mouth off alot and he always has to have the last word. If he has something to tell you he will not shut up until he has said whatever it is he needs to say. It is quite annoying but sometimes funny:) He also hasn't had any pre-school and most of the kids here have, but he is a quick learner and I think he will be fine. If Larry and I feel the need, we will just have him do Kindergarten again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with the funny things! On the first day of school they had a little orientation to show the kids the classroom and meet thier class mates and all of that fun stuff. The teacher gave each kid a star with thier name on it and she had a little basket for each child that had scissors, crayons, pencils and other fun learning stuff. I guess Jace thought it would be cool to get his scissors out and sword fight with one of the other kids. Yes that would be a Chlarson boy to be the first one in trouble! Larry and I weren't there when it happened, but one of our friends told us about it. Her son and Jace are really good friends. Then when it was time to leave, the teacher told all the kids to leave there little b&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKzmiPHkJsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GDmvu2RaOnY/s1600-h/948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236813942573246146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKzmiPHkJsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GDmvu2RaOnY/s200/948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;askets at thier desk (because they stay at school) and so she can write thier name where they sit. Jace walks over to his spot and starts to take his star and the teacher told him that it stays at school. The little fart starts to argue with her about it cause it is his and it has his name so he gets to take it home. "No sweetie this stays here so it will be here when you come tomorrow." Jace says, "Then I a want my scissors." "No the scissors stay here too." Jace-"but you said they were mine and I want to take them home." The whole time I was wishing he would just shut up and go get his suff out of his cubby like the rest of the kids. Finally he let it go and listened. When we got home we had a little talk about listening to the teacher and not arguing. Hopefully he will get better at that quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on his second week and he is loving it. He comes home singing songs about the rules of the school and tells me about stories that they read. It is really fun to listen to him. I asked him if he was learning any letters or numbers at school and he looked at me and scrunched up his face and said, "Na my teacher doesn't like that kind of stuff!" Then a couple of days later he said, "Mom, do you know that if you are retarded at school that means you are late." I about peed my pants. He makes me laugh so hard sometimes. Just yesterday he asked me if I would comb his hair like his friend J.T. (combed to the side and not spikey) "I want my hair like that so the kids at school will think I am cool!" It was too cute. He looked a little nerdy, but he thought he was cool stuff!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236815439152615010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKzn5WT5DmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PqmtWqLGikg/s200/926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A funny picture of his huge mouth! He was laughing so hard at something Kendall was doing in the kitchen and I got a shot of it. Just looking at this one makes me laugh! He is such a goof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-7318506298043429733?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7318506298043429733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=7318506298043429733' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7318506298043429733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7318506298043429733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-boy.html' title='Funny Boy!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKzmiPHkJsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GDmvu2RaOnY/s72-c/948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-1599097372947108470</id><published>2008-08-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:20:45.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is ONE and 1st day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids are growing up way too fast! Jace has started school and Kendall turned one on the 6th. I feel a little old! I cannot believe how time flies. It is crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is fun to see Kendall and her personality. She is a little fire cracker! She is walking now and she says quite a few words. She has passed Connor in speech and physical abilities. It seems so new, because it has been 4 years since we experienced all of this with Jace. We still get to experience it with Connor too, it is just a little bitter sweet that my 1yr. old is talking and walking better than my almost 3yr. old. He will get there with time and maybe seeing her do and say things will help him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics of Kendall during her first year! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233488233655379042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKEV0f83JGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bF_MIvzN50o/s200/PICT1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Only a few minutes old and she already knows how to give the stink eye!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234609513676697650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKURnliUcDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hpdzIQJEe7k/s200/PICT1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of my favorites of her blessing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313139771772034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKeRkBAIDII/AAAAAAAAAIw/NhK_auSAigM/s200/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys loved to hold her. Jace is always saying, "take a picture with me holding sissy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234611317430000066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKUTQlCnmcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S01ieTFC8Ao/s200/PICT1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Connor has always loved holding her, she has never liked it so much. He usually hurts her, but not meaning to, so now whenever he even gets near her she starts to whine. She is a bit of a drama queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234612171674412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKUUCTWW5KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hbvt5c8H4-E/s200/PICT1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She had such crazy hair before we cut it. I thought she looked like a little rooster:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235151720310172914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKb-wKpc7PI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ljzh0SjzDuI/s200/0127081102a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think this one is so flippin cute! My little punk rocker! ... See how wierd her hair looks! That is why we cut it! I am so glad we did too! Thanks Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235152881603320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKb_zwzUGrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YXsIk18wqR4/s200/PICT1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here she is with her best friend, Evanna Richardson. And yes I know the bow is a little crazy! She looks more like a present! I thought it was cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235158164597218578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKcEnRfNnRI/AAAAAAAAAII/tdgjh5A8o2A/s200/PICT2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are at Reilly's wedding. I love having a little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235158862923387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKcFP69JUyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IV_l01gtmlM/s200/PICT2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our little Easter bunny! Sooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235159783063037842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKcGFeviJ5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZAINIBOOPUI/s200/PICT2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Found her playing in the linen closet. She had so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235310782791376466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKePa0kNXlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0V9R58hpTjY/s200/828.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Loves to wear my sunglasses! She looks like a fly:) I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235718210839649186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKkB-QUkG6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XLe4Wa099F4/s200/914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was hard having her turn 1! I wish she could stay little forever! Normally we would start trying for another baby about now, but since things are a little crazy with Connor we are holding off for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235716293838704338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKkAOq77DtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BBF6nJkBntY/s200/933.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Here are the joys of my life! Aunt Ruthie bought them these cute clothes, and I love them! This picture was taken on Jace's first day of school, and everyone got to put on a new outfit. Thanks Ruth, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more pictures of Jace's first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235719767407139666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKkDY2_LG1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/uH_3a4NFaCQ/s200/940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He was a little mad that I made him take picures in front of our house. He just wanted to get to school, so he said, "Mom, you can wait and take them when we are at my school, you need to take me now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235720967165653794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKkEesb5MyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/G4gD6b4evg8/s200/957.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A fun but scary day for me! I know he will do great though. Larry and I are so proud of him. We love you Jace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a lot of pictures, but I don't know how to do a slide show. Sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also don't know how you get it to where you can click on the picture and make it go big, so if anyone can help me out, it would be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-1599097372947108470?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1599097372947108470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=1599097372947108470' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1599097372947108470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1599097372947108470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-is-one-and-1st-day-of-school.html' title='My baby is ONE and 1st day of school'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SKEV0f83JGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bF_MIvzN50o/s72-c/PICT1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-7306834724290896313</id><published>2008-07-30T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:31:46.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot going on = Long post</title><content type='html'>So... A lot has happened in the last few weeks. On the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July we had to be in Phoenix for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Opthamologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Connor. It was just a check up to see if anything has changed, and it hasn't. He still has mild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they want to see us again in December or January. The Dr. told me that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't what is causing his lack of speech or his imbalance so we are still looking into what IS causing it. Larry couldn't come with me, so my mom came and helped out a ton! Thanks mom, couldn't have done it without you! Also a huge thanks to Nicole for letting us stay at her house. It was lots of fun for us. We came home on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then had to go to the E.N.T. on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had church softball games to go to as well, so it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; crazy! Luckily my awesome friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kyndra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from my old ward in Mesa came and stayed with us. She is amazing! She was such a huge help. She did it as one of her value projects in Young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I am so grateful for it! I think she should be able to pass off like 3 or 4 of em. She did so much for me. I even got in a few naps! It was gr8t. Here are some pics of us being funny!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229423163035133618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKkqPzoprI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sF53hKvj31Y/s200/PICT0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229423828919860066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKlRAa7O2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V7SCD_NF7Js/s200/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She was only going to stay from Tues.- Sun. but she was able to stay a few more days which worked out perfect cause Connor had to see an Audiologist on Monday the 21st and a Pediatrician that works with kids who have special needs on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, it was a crazy week, and still no more answers. They all just tell me that there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; something going on with him, but they don't know exactly what it is. They just know that he is globally delayed. They will probably send him to a developmental pediatrician in the Valley and have him see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;geneticist too...&lt;/span&gt; So for now we just keep doing his therapy and he will most likely start school when he turns 3 in October. He has made some progress. When we ask him to do something for us or tell him it is time for bed he will look at us and say "no" which is good that he is answering, not that he is telling us no. Also when I went to pick him up from nursery last Sunday he ran to me and said "mama" for the first time! I was so excited! I got all teary eyed and was praising him for saying it to me. The nursery ladies probably thought I was a freak show, but I don't care. He has mumbled and said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mamamamama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot of times, but never referred to me as mama. It has always just been "ma." It was a great day! I love him so much. Just this morning Larry and I found him in his room like this. He does the funniest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229416427567156498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKeiMO7jRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/62xkaqs7NGs/s200/0731080739c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So after all the "fun" with Connor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kyndra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to meet her parents, came home and got Larry ready for Scout Camp and we packed up to go to SJ for the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; celebrations. It was a lot of fun and we got to see a lot of people we hadn't seen in a while. We also celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here are some pics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229418214384349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKgKMpWL9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ColOPYRaPG4/s200/PICT0012.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;He had just woke up and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; mom, now can I open my present?" He got a Ben 10 watch, the only thing he had been asking for for his birthday. Then we decorated his cake together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229419113856108082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKg-jcIBjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PzH0J5IvJmQ/s200/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After decorating his cake we got ready to go to his friend J.T.'s house to play for a little while until the rodeo started. Then we went to the rodeo so he could see his cousins and ride a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229419947628052530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKhvFe2QDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/L4scjKdYA2o/s200/PICT0023.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;It was so fun to spend the day with him. I took Connor to the day care that my aunts run in SJ so I could focus my attention on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and make him feel extra special. Kendall came with us, but once we got there our good friend Heather Peterson took her and I barely saw her the whole time we were at the rodeo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229421185365131010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKi3IaXPwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2Boy5sBNYpw/s200/PICT0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Colt managed to steal her away for a little while. They look so cute together! After the rodeo we went to the camp fire circle to eat and visit more with old friends. That is where we sang happy birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and let him dig into his cake. He only wanted to eat the m and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I told him no so that other people could have some. He wasn't very happy with me and when I wasn't looking he got his cake and took off a handful of the m and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt; and shoved them in his mouth. I wasn't fast enough with my camera to get a picture :( but it was funny! Then my mom watched Kendall and Connor so I could take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the dance. He had lots of fun and did a lot of break dancing moves. It was really cute. I felt kind of lame being there without Larry, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made it fun for me. He would say, "k mom, show me how to dance and then I will do it." Larry finally got back from Scout camp on Saturday and we went to the dance together that night with Jon and Rachel. We had lots of fun. Probably looked like a bunch of retards, but had fun. Now we are back home and trying to get into the swing of things. Kendall turns 1 on August 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and since Larry wasn't home for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jace's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; b-day we are going to have a little party for them on Sat at the park. It will be lots of fun! We are even more excited cause we get to celebrate it with Savannah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shayde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; family is coming up this weekend and since they just had a birthday and turned 6 we are all g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;oing&lt;/span&gt; to have fun and party together! July is so crazy and fun! We feel very lucky to be able to spend it with family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-7306834724290896313?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7306834724290896313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=7306834724290896313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7306834724290896313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7306834724290896313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/lot-going-on-long-post.html' title='A lot going on = Long post'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SJKkqPzoprI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sF53hKvj31Y/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-187944913425921180</id><published>2008-07-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:12:22.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my friend and my sister's blog and it looks like lots of fun, so play along with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how:&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory of you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-187944913425921180?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/187944913425921180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=187944913425921180' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/187944913425921180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/187944913425921180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-8868286222458272429</id><published>2008-07-20T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:43:06.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Callings!</title><content type='html'>Larry and I were called as team teachers to the Valiant 11 and 12 classes in primary a few months ago.  It has been a fun class to teach and I really enjoy the kids. I was also loving that it was something Larry and I could do together. Well, about a month ago they called Larry to be the new Scout Master and said that they were looking in to finding me a new team teacher. I was a little sad that we wouldn't be teaching together anymore, but excited for Larry to be in scouts. He loves scouts and I know he will do an amazing job. I am not too excited about all of his meetings on Sunday mornings cause we have church at nine and he is usually the one who gets up makes breakfast and gets the kids ready while I shower and get ready. I know I am a little spoiled, and I love it! He will also be gone to Scout camp for the weekend of the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; celebrations in St. Johns :( I was hoping he would be there so we could go to the dance. I love dancing! The kids and I will still probably come and enjoy everything else. . . So, now for my new calling. About two weeks ago the bishop called me in, and I was hoping it was to tell me about my new teaching companion, Wrong! He called me in to ask if I would except a new calling to be the 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; in the Primary Presidency. At first I thought he was kidding, but he said that they prayed about it and felt like it was where the Lord wanted me to be. How can you say no to that? Larry was full of grins the whole time. I even punched him while we were in there. He has always teased me about being called to the Primary or Relief Society presidency.  I am so glad it is Primary! Today was my first day and I had to conduct. It wasn't so bad. I think it will help me grow spiritually and get me out of my comfort zone. If any of you have had this calling and have any helpful advice feel free to send it my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-8868286222458272429?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8868286222458272429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=8868286222458272429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/8868286222458272429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/8868286222458272429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-callings.html' title='New Callings!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-7071195350335078960</id><published>2008-07-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:07:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, it is about freakin' time that I updated my blog! But seriously if any of you had my children, you would understand! I love them all so much and they are so worth all the crazy days that I go through. . . People tell me to do it when my kids are napping or when they go to bed at night, but Jace doesn't nap and when there is time for just us, meaning Larry and I or Jace and I, I eat it up! Poor Jace is always put on the back burner because Connor requires so much attention. I feel so bad for him especially when all of Connor's therapists come over and bring toys and focus all thier attention on Connor. I can tell they get a little irritated with Jace, cause he just wants to be right in the middle of it. So everyday this is what I hear from Jace. "Hey mom, when connor and sissy go to sleep will you play Shrek with me or will you put Connor and sissy to bed so you can play with me and then we can watch a movie! Oh, I love that kid so much! He is turning 5 this month and will be starting school. I can't believe how quickly time flies. The picture below is one of Jace a few months ago, his cheek got real swollen and I thought that maybe it was because we had popcorn a few nights before and one of the kernals got stuck in his gums. So we just gave him some tylenol and after a few days it went away. Well a couple of weeks after that I noticed he had an absess on his tooth and took him to the dentist. The dentist said he would have to have it pulled, then not even three weeks later he got another absess just above the other one and the dentist said they couldn't save it. I was so mad, I try really hard to make sure there teeth get brushed and taken care of, and all of this was happening. I was so sad, but the dentist said he would be fine and that there was nothing you could do to prevent an absess, which made me not feel like such a crappy mom for not taking better care of his teeth. It doesn't help that both Larry and I have very sensitive teeth. Guess our kids inherited that crap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218922018897157458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SG1V7NbUXVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iAGk_0EHL9Y/s200/0319081918a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Connor is doing a little better. He is still into everything. Every day I have to make sure that my room, the bathroom, laundry room, the pantry and the front door are locked and then I don't have too many problems with him. He still tries to get on top of the counter and throw stuff off about 3-4 times a day. I am not so much worried that he will break something or that there is more for me to clean up as I am of him falling off and hurting himself, cause he has done it a couple of times and luckily he is still ok:) He is so sweet and loving, but man I should be anorexic looking for how much he gets into! The little fart threw my cell phone in the toilet and I lost all my numbers, so if you have a chance call me or text me your number please! He will start school when he turns three and that will be good for both of us I think. I get so stressed worrying about him. It is so nice when Larry is home, I feel like I can relax a little cause he is there to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218921162629492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SG1VJXlMsQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hN2Y10SW50M/s200/0620081644a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I took this picture when he was trying to watch Dora in his room and he was a little irritated with me cause I kept trying to get him to look at me and say "cheese!" I was taking it with my cell phone, and couldn't get one where he didn't look part retarded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kendall has been crawling everywhere and pulling herself up and walking along things for a couple of months now. It is hard to believe that she will be turning 1 next month. I feel so blessed to have her in my life. If I wasn't already pregnant with her when everything with Connor started happening, she probably wouldn't be here. Heavenly Father must have known I needed her and she has been such a good baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218918765753720050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SG1S92he3PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Ar07uYcrIM/s200/0608081642a.jpg" width="198" 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/4156706912765487844-7071195350335078960?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7071195350335078960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=7071195350335078960' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7071195350335078960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/7071195350335078960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-time.html' title='About Time!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SG1V7NbUXVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iAGk_0EHL9Y/s72-c/0319081918a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-1782913869843767845</id><published>2008-05-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:04:59.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Destroying Angel</title><content type='html'>I know it has been too long since I have posted anything and I am sorry! It is not that I do not want to, I do and I try several times a week, but my sweet little destroying angel, Connor, makes it a little difficult. Today in the two minutes that my eyes weren't directly on him, he took off his diaper, went onto my washer and dryer and started throwing my laundry detergent on the floor. When I got to him I swatted his bottom and told him to go find his diaper. I was looking for it too, and couldn't find it. He found it and was holding it in front of him trying to put it back on and as I was coming to help him he looked up at me and said, "pee pee pee" then he started peeing all over my kitchen floor and on top of his diaper. So my friends, in order to keep these messes from happening all day, I do not spend much time on the computer. Right now he and Kendall are both asleep and Jace is playing over at the neighboors so I am enjoying the quiet and my time on the computer without interuptions! I am also posting the book tag on this one cause I don't know when I will have free time like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been book Tagged by my sister Tiffany. It is her birthday today, Happy Birthday Tiffany I love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions are as follows;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the 5th sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I picked up is Hazardous Duty by Betsy Brannon Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The idea of him keeping her safe and warm was strange yet intriguing."&lt;br /&gt;I picked the 4th sentance to post, cause the 5th one is pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag your it! Anyone who has a desire feel free to do so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-1782913869843767845?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1782913869843767845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=1782913869843767845' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1782913869843767845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/1782913869843767845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-it-has-been-too-long-since-i.html' title='My Destroying Angel'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-4916454285584348679</id><published>2008-04-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:57:37.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, for the past 10 months my life has been a little crazy! At the end of last May my husband called me and said,"Ok I've had enough, we are definately moving and we will be gone by the end of June!" So it all started there... We had been thinking and praying about moving to the White mountains and having Larry build homes with his brother Doug and start an Electrical business. I felt good about it but Larry never told me how he really felt so I thought maybe we would eventually, but not until I had Kendall. Wrong! I was shocked when he called and told me we would be moving in a month, but we both felt good about it so we moved. It was hard moving, cause we didn't have a place to stay at first so we moved in with my parents for a few months. I love my parents and I am grateful for thier help, but it is not easy to live with another family!While living with my parents we had our 3rd child, Kendall Rae Chlarson born on 08/06/07 weighing 8lbs. 21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189619508771287762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU7cou_8tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R8fE3-2iLf8/s200/PICT1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my cute family getting ready to take me home! Connor was so excited to see his little sister "Doll" that he wouldn't look at the camera. I was so grateful to have my moms help, three kids is a little crazy! I don't think it would be too bad, but my sweet Connor has Global Developmental Delay and Cortical Visual impairment(CVI). He is really imbalanced, falls down all the time, screams a lot and he doesn't talk much. He will only say the beginning of things like Ma and Da for mom and dad, but he has an awesome speech therapist that comes once a week and a physical therapist that comes twice a month. He is getting better, but right now it is his behavior that is driving me insane! I swear, about 2-3 times a day I really want to beat the ish out of this kid, but I don't. With his CVI his brain doesn't always understand or interpret what his eyes see, so he is confused a lot of the time. He is very smart and so sweet when he wants to be. I love him so much, but he is definately my challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189623571810349794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU_JIu_8uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8L37niG8B4A/s200/PICT1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just love his cheesy smile! This is a picture of him on his 2nd birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jace is my four year old and my big helper. He is such a good big brother. He also loves to do role play as well as play dress up(see previous posts). This past week I have played Velma, Patrick Star, daughter, Fiona, and princess Aurora(sp?) He cracks me up! He was also such a great helper when dad was building our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189616184466600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU4bIu_8sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xtQzt3LqCjs/s200/PICT1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't my boys so cute? Larry looks a little like a mountain man, but still so handsome to me! I am so proud of him, he and Doug did such a great job building our house. Larry loved every minute of doing it too! They let me pick the color of the outside and I was so excited cause I saw some really pretty houses by the Temple that were a light tan with a deep red trim and I loved it so that is what I wanted. As you can see it didn't turn out as I had planned. I loved the way the color samples looked together, but on the house I hate it! It looks like a toy barn and what makes it worse is that they are the same colors as the Jiffy Lube. Not so great. Larry keeps telling me to get over it, but it is kind of hard. We did end up getting a brown color to change the trim and then it won't look as bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189615608940982962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU35ou_8rI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cF5RZ4yoI3o/s200/PICT1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the inside and our awesome friends Jon and Rachel Richardson came over and helped us put up all of my decorations. We would just tell our husbands, "no a little to the left, now up a little, right there!" It was fun for us but probably not our men. Thanks Jon and Rachel for all your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189614548084060834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU274u_8qI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/onjBidPLzRo/s200/PICT1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the view of our living room when you walk thru the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189614161537004178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU2lYu_8pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/URjlW96WdnA/s200/PICT1990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the living room goes into the dining room. You like our table and mismatched chairs? They were free.99 so I'm not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189613749220143746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU2NYu_8oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XjHk2QEFXWw/s200/PICT1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then here is the view of the Kitchen from the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189613354083152498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU12Yu_8nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kA6WTu65-lo/s200/PICT1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am loving it! It has been hard being away from my family that is in the valley, but I do like it here. It was just a little crazy getting here. We moved to my parents when I had 5 weeks left of my pregnancy. We were trying to get answers about Connor, then I had our baby, then we moved again in November to a trailor of my Grandma's, it was like 20 years old, but it was a place of our own until our house was done and we were able to move into it in the beginning of Feb. Now I finally feel settled. We are so grateful for all of the love, support, and prayers from family and friends! Thank you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-4916454285584348679?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4916454285584348679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=4916454285584348679' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/4916454285584348679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/4916454285584348679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-life.html' title='Crazy Life!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SAU7cou_8tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R8fE3-2iLf8/s72-c/PICT1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-914158472274548889</id><published>2008-03-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:47:45.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Alyse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long have you and your husband been together?&lt;/strong&gt; About six and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long did you date?&lt;/strong&gt; Almost a year. We probably would have been married sooner, but I had to finish high school first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who eats more?&lt;/strong&gt; I would have to say that I do, especially when I am pregnant or breastfeeding, And haven't been pregnant or breastfeeding for maybe a total of 6-8 months out of our whole marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who said I love you first?&lt;/strong&gt; He did, but in Tagalog(the language they speak in the Philippines). I had asked him to say something to me in Tagalog cause I loved to hear him talk in his foreign language. I didn't understand anything he said but, "Mahal Kita" which means I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who pays the bills?&lt;/strong&gt; I do, Larry forgets everything so I took on that responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who cooks dinner?&lt;/strong&gt; One of us usually does it while the other watches the kids, but we try to fix it together. It is fun and gets done faster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is more stubborn? &lt;/strong&gt;Definitely Me! Nothing bothers Larry, Nothing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who kissed who first?&lt;/strong&gt; He kissed me first, but ask him if he remembers it. He kissed me after we got in a wreck and couldn't remember much. I didn't care though, I had been waiting to kiss him since I was twelve! I like to tease him about it and say that he doesn't remember our first kiss and he will say,"I do to, it was kind of like a dream though, but I remember enough to know that I wanted to kiss you again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is more sensitive?&lt;/strong&gt; That would be me. I am such a baby, and like I said before, nothing bothers Larry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wears the pants?&lt;/strong&gt; I think we are equal partners in that category&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt; Lets see...10 years ago I would have been in the 8th grade and wondering when I was going to get my first kiss. Most of my other friends had already had theirs and I was feeling a little out of the loop!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What snacks do I enjoy?&lt;/strong&gt; I really like Cherry Pepsi, bran muffins, sweet and salty chex mix, and the Spicy Spitz sunflower seeds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would I do if I were suddenly a billionaire?&lt;/strong&gt; I would definitely never have to stress about finances any more, and neither would the people I love! I would make sure that my family was taken care of, and then do all the things I have ever dreamed of doing with my family each year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 bad habits.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always let our laundry get out of hand. I will do it really good one day, doing like 6-7 loads. I get in the groove of it and think this isn't bad, I can get caught up and then just do 1-2 loads a day, but I never do. I don't do it for another 3-4 days. It is crazy I know! If I would just do the 1-2 loads a day I wouldn't have this problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I find a good book to read I will stay up late and read it until I can't keep my eyes open anymore, go to sleep and wake up regretting not going to bed earlier, but then do the same thing again the next night. I do that until the book is done and then I can finally get some good sleep cause I won't be so anxious to see what's going to happen next.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pick at my face a lot! This is my worst habit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things people don't know about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a very picky eater, but I have gotten much better since I have been married. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am totally for plastic surgery! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to dance! One day I will become a professional ballroom dancer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the sound of a heart beating, especially my children's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I married the person I had had a crush on since I was twelve! I even wrote stuff in my journal about how much I liked him then.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now tag Amy, Nicole, Tiffany, Ashlee, and Taytum... Your Turn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-914158472274548889?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/914158472274548889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=914158472274548889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/914158472274548889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/914158472274548889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/taggedlltypluy76p7p67ip67p5i7pip567i6pi.html' title='TAGGED!'/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-8285129246771858385</id><published>2008-03-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:36:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last weekend(March 6-8) was a real memorable one for me, not only did my little brother Reilly get married, but Kendall(7 months old) got her first hair cut and her ears pierced. I had been wanting to cut her hair for a while, but was afraid and thought it was too soon. She has some pretty wonky hair. It was short on one side and really long on the other. She had long hair on top so I would try and put it up and make it look cute, but her hair kept braking off and her little pony kept getting thinner and thinner. Tiffany convinced me that it was time to cut it so we buzzed her hair with the clippers to make it all one length and then made some cute head bands for her. I love it and think she is so flippin cute. Thanks Tiff! Also a thanks to Nicole, Savannah, Shayde, and Tiffany for going with me and getting her ears pierced. Aunt Nicole held her while they did it so I didn't have to be the bad guy. It was a fun filled weekend and I had so much fun being with my family. Here are some pics of Kendall before and after, and of Reilly's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R94KKAnXjhI/AAAAAAAAADM/6ZVYXmiks4Y/s1600-h/PICT2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178587788602740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R94KKAnXjhI/AAAAAAAAADM/6ZVYXmiks4Y/s200/PICT2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R94JmQnXjgI/AAAAAAAAADE/-wz3Ro7D4ZI/s1600-h/PICT2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178587174422416898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R94JmQnXjgI/AAAAAAAAADE/-wz3Ro7D4ZI/s200/PICT2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't really tell from this angle that we cut her hair, but I could never put one of these on her before without it looking retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178545302786248162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R93jhAnXjeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LkILubvEtk8/s200/PICT2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they look cute together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R93iHQnXjdI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZNw7D_fSpIE/s1600-h/PICT2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178543760892988882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R93iHQnXjdI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZNw7D_fSpIE/s200/PICT2025.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The old Megan Price and The new Megan Price. Isn't she cute? &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/4156706912765487844-8285129246771858385?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8285129246771858385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=8285129246771858385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/8285129246771858385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/8285129246771858385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/wedding-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R94KKAnXjhI/AAAAAAAAADM/6ZVYXmiks4Y/s72-c/PICT2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-4201220431831246184</id><published>2008-02-29T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:00:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jace absolutely loves to dress up and pretend that he is the character of his favorite movie. For about two years all he wanted to do was be woody from Toy Story. Every once in a while he will still come to me and ask if he can be woody. Well now he is really into Shrek. Larry got him a Shrek 2 xbox game and he is obsessed with being Puss-n-boots. For about the past month he wants to be puss. He won't even answer to Jace anymore. He'll say," my name is puss mom." I absolutely hate that word, but I can't really tell him not to say it without telling him why so we are trying to get him to say puss-n-boots. Yes I have tried to get him to be Shrek or Donkey but after him yelling to me in the dentist office that his name is Puss and not Donkey or Shrek I thought it was better to just let it be. It has been a little embarrassing because he won't even wait until peaple ask him his name he will just say, "I'm Puss." When the dentist called his name he said, "I'm not Jace I'm puss." Yeah, it is great! It gets even better, the other day he was watching Dora and she asked what you sleep with at night to help you sleep, and of course Jace says back to the TV woody and puss. I am just glad we don't have a puss-n-boots costume cause I know it would make things worse. He already puts on his boots, his cowboy hat, and a blanket around his neck for his cape and runs around the house yelling, "Super Puss!" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R8h4E2xIr-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tav4qIUOKco/s1600-h/PICT1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172516196851429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R8h4E2xIr-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tav4qIUOKco/s200/PICT1461.JPG" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4156706912765487844-4201220431831246184?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4201220431831246184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=4201220431831246184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/4201220431831246184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/4201220431831246184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/jace-absolutely-loves-to-dress-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R8h4E2xIr-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/tav4qIUOKco/s72-c/PICT1461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-115025147229839280</id><published>2008-02-27T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:32:10.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R8Xy64sd7JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wzSFz7t0b58/s1600-h/PICT1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171806840570113170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R8Xy64sd7JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wzSFz7t0b58/s320/PICT1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my three favorite kids in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156706912765487844-115025147229839280?l=chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115025147229839280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156706912765487844&amp;postID=115025147229839280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/115025147229839280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156706912765487844/posts/default/115025147229839280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chlarsonchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-just-learning-how-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Larry and Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06971966218383838989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/SdbUKm2OK7I/AAAAAAAAASE/dr2_ki9nOOI/S220/PB200162+(3).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-G76KlaIJ8E/R8Xy64sd7JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wzSFz7t0b58/s72-c/PICT1848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156706912765487844.post-2016107112345527220</id><published>2008-02-27T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:01:55.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so retarded when it comes to computers so my awesome sister Tiffany helped me set this up. 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