<?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-2641688679136578216</id><updated>2012-02-21T01:40:30.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coombs Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>Family, Friends and Fun</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2536127007757136364</id><published>2010-10-16T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:55:38.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So Hannah has really bad allergies, courtesy of her dad.  She has been struggling lately with being congested, especially at night time.  The other night when we put her to bed, I kept hearing her get up and go to the bathroom to get a tissue.  Before I went to bed, I went in to check on her, this is what I saw!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPGL_mWeI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h0q6d9Dg8K4/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPGL_mWeI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h0q6d9Dg8K4/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528888829012236770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPF_FkkhI/AAAAAAAAApI/MVQ5wKN_7ao/s1600/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPF_FkkhI/AAAAAAAAApI/MVQ5wKN_7ao/s320/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528888825547624978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPFjYh6UI/AAAAAAAAApA/2ZN0PkyqAIE/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPFjYh6UI/AAAAAAAAApA/2ZN0PkyqAIE/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528888818110949698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPFBk_ncI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XLvF-Fu-qQY/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPFBk_ncI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XLvF-Fu-qQY/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528888809036422594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any good mom, I went and grabbed my camera and then left her like that to sleep peacefully.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she woke up the next morning, I asked her if she knew that she fell asleep with her finger in her nose, to which she responded that it wasn't her finger but a tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn those allergies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-2536127007757136364?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2536127007757136364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2536127007757136364' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2536127007757136364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2536127007757136364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2010/10/allergies-anyone.html' title='Allergies Anyone?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TLqPGL_mWeI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h0q6d9Dg8K4/s72-c/IMG_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7363004874383713853</id><published>2010-07-11T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:55:40.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sewing</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, you know that I love to be creative.  Most of the time that involves sewing things for my sweet Hannah.  Since I don't have much time to sew during the school year, I always sew double time during the summer.  For the past couple of years, I have been making Hannah some Twirly skirts.  This year I found a pattern that I LOVE with a drop waist.  I would give a tutorial on here but I am not very good at that so I will just attach the links that I found the patterns on.  The first skirt is a drop waist twirly skirt.  I got this pattern from a blog called&lt;a href="http://deannasstuff.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-girly-twirly-skirt_31.html"&gt; Just Deann&lt;/a&gt;a. This skirt turned out so cute.  I was a little unsure about the fabrics, because there is very little orange in the print fabric, but I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqLyjn8MpI/AAAAAAAAAno/i-JQXG3sRc0/s1600/IMG_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqLyjn8MpI/AAAAAAAAAno/i-JQXG3sRc0/s320/IMG_1712.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492856396204225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqMUsL7CXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FzO1LgGRYuE/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqMUsL7CXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/FzO1LgGRYuE/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492856982618179954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved it so much I decided I needed to make some hair accessories.  I wish I could pull off a headband like that!  The flower tutorial came from a blog called &lt;a href="http://anniescupboard.blogspot.com/2009/07/fabric-flower-hair-clip-tutorial.html"&gt;anniescupboards&lt;/a&gt;.  The middle of the flower I just played around with.  you could also just put a button in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqMT3Ku4sI/AAAAAAAAAnw/H1U5pjkUG70/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqMT3Ku4sI/AAAAAAAAAnw/H1U5pjkUG70/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492856968386110146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when this skirt turned out so cute, I had to make about 5 more right?  They are all pretty much the same just different fun fabrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqP0w0eK5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/9AHEGPlDy8o/s1600/IMG_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqP0w0eK5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/9AHEGPlDy8o/s320/IMG_1746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492860832152693650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqP0BR3y5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/oOxc1z2Z2Qk/s1600/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqP0BR3y5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/oOxc1z2Z2Qk/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492860819391105938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again with the flower hairbows, this time with buttons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqQlHsB9yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CwUL2a8BcXE/s1600/IMG_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqQlHsB9yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CwUL2a8BcXE/s320/IMG_1726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492861662925027106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqRaTIbtLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5Yo0YJpSL9Y/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqRaTIbtLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5Yo0YJpSL9Y/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492862576530011314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These hairbows didn't turn out like I wanted them to, but they are cute enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqQmg0ffbI/AAAAAAAAAog/jW06aDBw64M/s1600/IMG_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqQmg0ffbI/AAAAAAAAAog/jW06aDBw64M/s320/IMG_1717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492861686851272114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pattern is a little different, it is called a three tiered skirt that I got off of &lt;a href="http://www.kukyideas.com/journal/2006/07/tiered-skirt-tutorial.html"&gt;kuky ideas&lt;/a&gt;.  The tutorial is a little harder because it requires a little algebra.  Very basic!  The thing that is good about this one is that you can make it for any size child with a few measurements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqQl3aZbQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/xufusfDWrhc/s1600/IMG_1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqQl3aZbQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/xufusfDWrhc/s320/IMG_1718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492861675735969026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7363004874383713853?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7363004874383713853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7363004874383713853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7363004874383713853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7363004874383713853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-sewing.html' title='Summer Sewing'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDqLyjn8MpI/AAAAAAAAAno/i-JQXG3sRc0/s72-c/IMG_1712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-767783013313181437</id><published>2010-07-05T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:03:16.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kool Aid for Sale</title><content type='html'>Hannah woke up this morning with huge plans for the day.  She decided she was going to make some extra money (I thought you had to have money to make extra money :) )  The way she was going to do this was to sell makeup.  When I questioned her about where she was going to get the makeup to sell, she reassured me that she wasn't actually going to sell the makeup, but she was going to do make overs on people and charge them for it.  After a couple of hours of organizing and sitting out in the sun she decided that make overs is not a very lucrative business.  So she came up with plan #2... Kool-Aid.  Why didn't I think of that?  When her and her friend were in making signs I asked them how much they were going to charge for their kool-aid to which Hannah responds $4 because I know how to write a 4.  You Go Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJIDz2cQMI/AAAAAAAAAng/tn6nCnfbtPI/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJIDz2cQMI/AAAAAAAAAng/tn6nCnfbtPI/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490530126013415618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wouldn't want to buy Kool-Aid from these cute girls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJIDX40d9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/bs0JelyM0-s/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJIDX40d9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/bs0JelyM0-s/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490530118507198418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You  have to make sure that everything is just perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJICvHWZHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/P8hXbjBOr_4/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJICvHWZHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/P8hXbjBOr_4/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490530107562288242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-767783013313181437?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/767783013313181437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=767783013313181437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/767783013313181437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/767783013313181437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2010/07/kool-aid-for-sale.html' title='Kool Aid for Sale'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJIDz2cQMI/AAAAAAAAAng/tn6nCnfbtPI/s72-c/IMG_1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8938357844907169190</id><published>2010-06-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:53:49.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGPQC5DnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iSz3pzGvXRo/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGPQC5DnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iSz3pzGvXRo/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528123537133170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGO4TaAEI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QLveZEAZ-Tk/s1600/IMG_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGO4TaAEI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QLveZEAZ-Tk/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528117163950146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGNwPlQHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/711G41bc3O0/s1600/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGNwPlQHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/711G41bc3O0/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490528097820557426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah starting taking dance at In-Motion Dance Studio (little plug) last summer and she has enjoyed every minute of it.  She especially loves the large mirrors.  Tonight we had her dance recital and she was amazing.  I was a little nervous that she would clam up, but oh no, not my little ham.  She did a fabulous job and she was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5f216cc2da46a00" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5f216cc2da46a00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331973579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B53792F946E7DECAAC935AB7670E542CBB30B9A.66B05308A9A7B1CDECEE1AA97501EC94ED41F95%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5f216cc2da46a00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn-tpN6gMHiw48SHpID0E7xKK3Cg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5f216cc2da46a00%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331973579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B53792F946E7DECAAC935AB7670E542CBB30B9A.66B05308A9A7B1CDECEE1AA97501EC94ED41F95%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5f216cc2da46a00%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn-tpN6gMHiw48SHpID0E7xKK3Cg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8938357844907169190?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8938357844907169190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8938357844907169190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8938357844907169190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8938357844907169190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2010/06/hannahs-dance-recital.html' title='Hannah&apos;s Dance Recital'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/TDJGPQC5DnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iSz3pzGvXRo/s72-c/IMG_1697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7671319096607609639</id><published>2010-03-21T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:06:10.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But We're Not Camping</title><content type='html'>So the weather outside has been so mice lately and we have all been loving being outside.  Yesterday, Hannah was outside in the backyard playing and I was inside making dinner.  I love my new house because the back of the house is full of windows and I can see her almost anywhere in the backyard.  For a brief moment I couldn't see her so I peek my head out and yell her name.  She answers me and I realize she is sitting pretty close to the side of the house in the flower beds.  As I look down I can see that she has her pants down and is going to the bathroom.  WHAT!! When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "I was just pretending I was camping and I had to go potty!"  I thought only boys did things like that:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7671319096607609639?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7671319096607609639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7671319096607609639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7671319096607609639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7671319096607609639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-were-not-camping.html' title='But We&apos;re Not Camping'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2979434768128693032</id><published>2010-03-01T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:36:44.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's Fourth Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/S4yV06HKYOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7zV7jeapOs4/s1600-h/P1000472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/S4yV06HKYOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7zV7jeapOs4/s320/P1000472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443890785769119970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that our little Hannah is four years old.  She has grown into such a little lady over the past year.  Here are a few of the highlights in the last year of Hannah's life:&lt;div&gt;1.  She started a combination dance class with tap, ballet and tumbling.  She has discovered that she loves tumbling the best and can even jump on the trampoline on one leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  She is attending her second year of preschool at Country Loft and loves her teacher Ms. Clarissa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  She has moved into a new home and really enjoys her new bright blue bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  She has completed her collection of Princess Barbies and loves Jasmine and Pocahontas the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  She has learned her alphabet both capital and lowercase letters.  She loves to write notes to her family and friends and will not let mom spell anything out for her.  She does and great job and is eager to start learning to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  She is a regular on pbskids.org and loves playing the letter/sound matching games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  She has learned how to access mom's fav five on the phone and frequently calls the flower(Grammy), the red shoe (Grandma) and the lipstick (Aunt Jami).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  She loves coming to school with dad to see mom and acts like she is just one of the kids.  (I feel sorry for her first grade teacher, and no it will not be me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  She is a sweet little girl who has discovered that she has a great singing voice courtesy of the Broadhead side of the family.  She also has the talent of learning and memorizing lyrics of almost any song she hears courtesy of the Schleger family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  She continues to be the light of our lives and is growing into a strong determined young lady every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-2979434768128693032?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2979434768128693032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2979434768128693032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2979434768128693032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2979434768128693032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2010/03/hannahs-fourth-year.html' title='Hannah&apos;s Fourth Year'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/S4yV06HKYOI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7zV7jeapOs4/s72-c/P1000472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4225841859481617812</id><published>2009-11-14T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:05:07.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>So we finally heard on our house that we have been waiting on since May, and WE GOT IT!!!!  I am so excited, I can hardly stand it.  It has been a really long wait and very trying at times, but I am so thankful that we got it.  Now we have about 3 weeks to pack our house and move.  I can do that right?!  I am not even about to complain about all of the other things I need to do at the same time, because I am just so excited that we are going to be buying our first home, and it is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7id7ojnCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sknICqLXnaM/s1600-h/26992.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7id7ojnCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sknICqLXnaM/s320/26992.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404005606743055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7idha2f2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/3P78stmd6Cg/s1600-h/26992_5.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7idha2f2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/3P78stmd6Cg/s320/26992_5.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404005599706251106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah loves the backyard.  Every time we go to the house, she just runs around and around singing and dancing.  Who needs a swingset right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7ideKChzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/s6dGr_LInZk/s1600-h/26992_7.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7ideKChzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/s6dGr_LInZk/s320/26992_7.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404005598830430002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got these pictures from the listing site and this is obviously not our stuff, but you can at least see the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7iOjQaFUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IACXkczSQ7Y/s1600-h/26992_6.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7iOjQaFUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IACXkczSQ7Y/s320/26992_6.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404005342501279042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say the yellow walls could stay for a while, but Chad says no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7iOdyAepI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qV7dCEPO3Vg/s1600-h/26992_3.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7iOdyAepI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qV7dCEPO3Vg/s320/26992_3.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404005341031594642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7iOMeQCuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/slUHE-lN188/s1600-h/26992_2.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7iOMeQCuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/slUHE-lN188/s320/26992_2.Jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404005336385325794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The red walls are going to have to go!  It's a little too intense for me, but Chad thinks they are kind of nice!  I think we'll just repaint the whole downstairs!&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/2641688679136578216-4225841859481617812?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/4225841859481617812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=4225841859481617812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4225841859481617812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4225841859481617812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sv7id7ojnCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sknICqLXnaM/s72-c/26992.Jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4671438566506057749</id><published>2009-10-30T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:18:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I know that it is Friday and I haven't been Thankful for a couple of weeks, but I have been really busy lately.  Which brings me to what I am thankful for.  Last night Chad turned on a couple of his CD's and we just sat on the couch listening to music.  Hannah started showing off his skills as a dancer.  It was so funny and entertaining.  This morning I am thankful for a happy, energetic 3 year old.  And I am also thankful for taking a few minutes to slow down and enjoy dancing with my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-4671438566506057749?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/4671438566506057749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=4671438566506057749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4671438566506057749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4671438566506057749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursday_30.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8023381860379581439</id><published>2009-10-01T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:09:36.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>So a lot of my friends that blog do something once a week where they share some kind of insight or memory or something cute on a specific day.  I really like Thankful Thursday as a way to reflect on things you are thankful for at least once a week.  I have wanted to do it for some time now, but every time I think about it it's like Friday or Saturday and Thankful Saturday doesn't really sound that great.  I don't know how good I will be at this, but I will do my best and if I forget, feel free to let me know and keep me in line.&lt;div&gt;Today while I was on my run I was thinking about what I am thankful for and I really kept thinking that I am thankful for outside recess.  I know you were expecting something more meaningful for my first post, but really there are some of you out there that would agree that outside recess is really meaningful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was our first inside day and can I just say it was less than desirable.  By the end of the day I just wanted to lay down and cry.  Actually I think I did.  So today when I went to school and I didn't see that red flag out in front of the school that is a symbol of my fate, I couldn't help but be excited.  So today I am thankful for outside recess and a short 10 minute break to regroup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8023381860379581439?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8023381860379581439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8023381860379581439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8023381860379581439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8023381860379581439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6021255726060057959</id><published>2009-09-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:47:57.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Part 3</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I have posted anything about Her. (If you have missed previous posts regarding Her, you might want to look back a few months) Mostly because she was gone for quite some time.  I thought she was probably going to be gone forever.  No Way!! She is back with a vengience .  Hannah talks about her all the time, and we have learned a few more things about her.  (If I am confusing you and you are wondering if I am talking about Her as a pronoun, or a proper noun, I don't know what to tell you.  It confuses me too, and I am a school teacher.)&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are the new things we have learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Her is naughty and a brat (Hannah's exact words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  She likes to cut peoples hair (what I mean by this is she likes to cut Hannah's hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  She has wings on her back that allow her to fly over houses.  (She was nice enough to give Hannah a pair as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Today is her (pronoun) birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  She isn't allowed to go to preschool anymore because she doesn't let Hannah play with the other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anybody out there has any advice for me on imaginary friends, please share.  I am having a difficult time dealing with Hannah blaming all her naughty choices on Her.  I don't want to squash her imagination, but at the same time she needs to be accountable for things that she does.   HELP!!&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/2641688679136578216-6021255726060057959?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/6021255726060057959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=6021255726060057959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6021255726060057959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6021255726060057959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/09/her-part-3.html' title='Her Part 3'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-1350876036051856829</id><published>2009-09-25T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:13:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pics</title><content type='html'>I know it is a little bit early for Halloween pics, but I just wanted to get it done before my life got too crazy.  Also, Chad's folks are coming for a visit in a couple of weeks and I wanted to be able to give them their pics and not have to send them.  Anyway, I don't have to make excuses about why I am excited about Halloween do I?  So here is the cutest Cinderella you will ever see.  Well at least I think so, but I am a little biased&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzB56xYJxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eczEZN_mQSg/s1600-h/c9f352d1-779f-41a4-b68a-3c2c1790e76dw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzB56xYJxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eczEZN_mQSg/s320/c9f352d1-779f-41a4-b68a-3c2c1790e76dw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392455201335058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzB5fL1m6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Xy5bb8oS5Tw/s1600-h/afef354d-f773-4b6c-b815-e66e7361a2bfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzB5fL1m6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Xy5bb8oS5Tw/s320/afef354d-f773-4b6c-b815-e66e7361a2bfw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392447796124578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBxL2p3ZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5K8Tv_p8kn0/s1600-h/25f06355-5780-43e6-8d43-8ecbde0878ddw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBxL2p3ZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5K8Tv_p8kn0/s320/25f06355-5780-43e6-8d43-8ecbde0878ddw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392305168047506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBw2sa1ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/CcPNtoSe7xw/s1600-h/6c84752b-133a-4ea6-81bd-6146d33a827aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBw2sa1ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/CcPNtoSe7xw/s320/6c84752b-133a-4ea6-81bd-6146d33a827aw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392299487974802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBoiO6bcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_isNxh1TjtY/s1600-h/15b8882f-617e-48d5-a371-63e5639eed5bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBoiO6bcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_isNxh1TjtY/s320/15b8882f-617e-48d5-a371-63e5639eed5bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392156556553666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBofuDZQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tpoLZW0tMa8/s1600-h/9e1a8225-d1a8-4bdb-adcf-bcbfc534f365w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzBofuDZQI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tpoLZW0tMa8/s320/9e1a8225-d1a8-4bdb-adcf-bcbfc534f365w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392155881858306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-1350876036051856829?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/1350876036051856829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=1350876036051856829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1350876036051856829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1350876036051856829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-pics.html' title='Halloween Pics'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SrzB56xYJxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eczEZN_mQSg/s72-c/c9f352d1-779f-41a4-b68a-3c2c1790e76dw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-9200286877004155608</id><published>2009-09-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:01:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a New Post</title><content type='html'>So you are probably thinking there should be some great story to go along with this post and the fact that I haven't posted in over a month, well the truth is there isn't.  Life has just sort of kicked me in the butt lately.  I don't have or should I say make the time to do things I really enjoy doing like updating and checking all of your blogs.  There you have it that is my big excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school started at the end of August and it has been a lot of fun.  My class is great, very smart and cute kids.  I have been having a lot of fun exploring with them and feeling like I know what is going on this year.  It is always hard, however to remember from year to year that they really are babies and need reinforcement for everything.  We have all been adjusting fine and I am looking forward to a great year.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Chad and I are celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary.  I can't believe how time flies.  We have had a great time and thanks to our friends Nisha and Adam for letting us stay in their timeshare!  We have spend the last 3 days in St. George and driving into Zion's National Park.  It has been a lot of fun and a much needed trip of reconnecting.  Thanks mom and Jaci for looking out for our sweet Hannah so that Chad and I can spend time together.  &lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon!!  The top 10 of the last 10!  I have to really think about this one!  Narrowing it down to 10 will be difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-9200286877004155608?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/9200286877004155608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=9200286877004155608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9200286877004155608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9200286877004155608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a New Post'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3708921512198624158</id><published>2009-07-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:56:25.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Husband!</title><content type='html'>My sweet husband is always thinking of me and trying to make my hectic life a little bit easier.  Last Christmas he gave me a gift certificate to the spa and I finally decided to use it.  For my birthday I decided to go and get some Botox injections.&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJK6TdhzrI/AAAAAAAAAko/2QRkly7KIyk/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJK6TdhzrI/AAAAAAAAAko/2QRkly7KIyk/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364432471668674226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJK53D47lI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9-ebEfnZQsI/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJK53D47lI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9-ebEfnZQsI/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364432464044944978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJLuVvu93I/AAAAAAAAAkw/0YiD_le8u3w/s1600-h/IMG_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJLuVvu93I/AAAAAAAAAkw/0YiD_le8u3w/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364433365635102578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Kidding!! &lt;div&gt; My husband did get me a great gift, but no I haven't used it yet.  I actually got stung by 2 wasps at the same time on my lip.  Instantly my lip looked like this.  So if any of you out there want cheap (temporary) Botox, come to my house.  I know where there is a wasp nest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Chad really did for me for my birthday was he and Hannah made me a birthday cake.  It is the first time in 10 years that he has done that and it was really cute to listen to the two of them working in the kitchen together.  The cake tasted really good too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Babe!&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/2641688679136578216-3708921512198624158?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3708921512198624158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3708921512198624158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3708921512198624158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3708921512198624158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sweet-husband.html' title='My Sweet Husband!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SnJK6TdhzrI/AAAAAAAAAko/2QRkly7KIyk/s72-c/IMG_1352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6434808473205386990</id><published>2009-07-29T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:05:11.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think she must take after her mother!!</title><content type='html'>So when I was little, I used to get lost everywhere; the mall, Sea World, you name it and I got lost there.  I even got lost at the Rose Parade in Pasadena when I was two years old.  I think when you are just as brilliant as I WAS (key word) you just have to explore your surroundings.  Well Hannah being brilliant herself started exploring her surroundings at the hospital today.  Chad and Hannah were visiting my dad at who just had back surgery and as they were getting ready to leave, Hannah took off and got lost.  Actually what she did was run down the hallway, push the elevator button, get on the elevator and down to the lobby all before Chad even got to the elevator.  In Chad's defense, he was trying to look after her and his grandma (who walks a little bit slower since breaking her femur); so he probably wasn't running as fast as he normally would to catch up with her.  &lt;div&gt;I don't know how long it was before they realized that she actually took the elevator and then made their way down to get her, but by the time they found her she was in the Security office and the hospital had called a code over the loudspeaker that is supposed to tell all hospital personnel to lock down the doors and not have anyone get out.  I guess it was pretty scary and I was glad that I wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was that later tonight I was trying to talk to her a little bit about what happened, and tell her that it was good that she found the security guard and told him her name, but I was also thinking I should teach her a little about strangers.  So I asked her what would she do if she was with the security guard and somebody she didn't know came up to them and told the security that they were her daddy.  She didn't quite get what I was saying, so I repeated the question wording it a little bit different; to which she responded, you mean like if a wolf tried to get me?  UHHH yea, cause there are wolves in the hospital!!  I guess maybe she's not so brilliant after all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-6434808473205386990?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/6434808473205386990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=6434808473205386990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6434808473205386990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6434808473205386990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-she-must-take-after-her-mother.html' title='I think she must take after her mother!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5752940271029944163</id><published>2009-07-20T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:36:05.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Wiz</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm totally not a technology wiz, but I can move my way around a computer pretty well.  I took a bunch of technology classes in college and learned a bunch of stuff that I can't even begin to remember.  So the other day  I was out shopping for my classroom, and I decided to buy a couple of portable CD players (yes they still make these) and do a listening center for the kids.  I have been wanting to do this for a couple of years, but haven't done it.  Then I got kind of depressed because books on CD are really expensive (about $10 a piece).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Summary of Cost of Books on CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;$10 per book (32 books- 1 per week)= Total of $320.o0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then somewhere from the back of my brain I remembered a class I took called music for elementary ed, which is nothing like what it sounds like it should be.  Anyway, I remembered in that class that we used a program called garageband and I was pretty sure you could use it to record your own voice.  I bet you can guess what I am getting at right.  So I went to WalMart and bought a microphone for about $10 (the cost of one book on CD).  I then searched on apple.com to see if there was some kind of tutorial on using garageband.  I know, I know I took a class, but do you really pay attention to a class like that, that you don't think you'll ever use.  So sure enough there was and I watched it about 3 times.  &lt;div&gt;Turns out you can create a podcast (whatever that is) and record your own voice.  You can even add little musical jingles (the kids have to know when to turn the page, right) and whala (sp) you get a recording of any book you want.  Finally you share the file to your itunes and then burn it onto any audio CD-R.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like this program was made for this exact purpose in mind (I don't know what else you would use it for).  Lucky, Lucky me!!  Now my kids will be able to listen to any book that I have in our library in our listening center.  So for any of you  teachers reading this, there are great, cheap resources out there.  (And for those of you who already knew this, don't tell me, I want to brag for just a little bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;Summary of cost of Make your own CD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;$10- Microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;$20- 100 blank CD's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;Total = $30&lt;/span&gt;&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/2641688679136578216-5752940271029944163?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5752940271029944163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5752940271029944163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5752940271029944163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5752940271029944163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/07/technology-wiz.html' title='Technology Wiz'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7557286975601614224</id><published>2009-07-09T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:28:46.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harsh Reality of Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SlYMNhHJklI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PNLf7jtKAZk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SlYMNhHJklI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PNLf7jtKAZk/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356482233169973842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Hannah was begging me for an ice cream cone at Old McDonalds.  I told her that we could go and get one but that she would have to use her own money.  (She has 4 dollars that my mom gave her clear back in March for her birthday.)  She was totally ok with this and we went on our way to go get ice cream.  Well later when we were all going to grandmas house, Hannah started totally pouting and complaining that she didn't have any bucks.  When Chad questioned her about it she told him that the guy took her buck and didn't give it back.  She was totally sad about it and didn't understand at all.  Chad tried to explain to her that thats what happens when you buy things, you give someone your money and you get something else in return.  She still kept saying, "He took my buck dad!  That wasn't nice, he just took it and didn't give it back."  She didn't want to listen to the fact that she got an ice cream.  There was no consoling her.  She was totally upset.  Maybe she'll end up being just like her dad with money, a total miser!&lt;div&gt;Lesson Learned:  When you spend money, you don't have money!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7557286975601614224?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7557286975601614224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7557286975601614224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7557286975601614224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7557286975601614224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/07/harsh-reality-of-money.html' title='The Harsh Reality of Money'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SlYMNhHJklI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PNLf7jtKAZk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4301295050435880428</id><published>2009-07-06T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:28:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SlNl2N-CPgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/idM4q21NXps/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SlNl2N-CPgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/idM4q21NXps/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736364010847746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah started her dance class this morning, and she has been so excited for weeks.  The class is a combo class which includes ballet, tap and tumbling.  It was fun to watch her and her little friends attempt to follow directions while staring at themselves in the giant mirror.  They are girls after all, how can they resist giant mirrors right.  &lt;div&gt;We were there for about 5 minutes and I learned several things about my sweet little Hannah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  She does not follow directions very well (I was hopeful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  She does not have any sort of rhythm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  She loves to twirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  She can't point her toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  She doesn't like to take turns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  She loves to stomp on her tap shoes even when it is time to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  She is a little princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  She is pretty outgoing and loves to please her teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  She can walk on her tippy toes really well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  She is not afraid to try new things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job Hannah.  We love you and are really proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SlNl1kSvj9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/NpNQ8HQG9Eo/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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over in the car because I forgot to put Her's seat belt on.  It has been fun to watch the development of Hannah's love for Her.  Here are a few new things we have learned about Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her loves going to Seven Peaks and want to go every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her doesn't like vegetables of any kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her sometimes fights with Hannah's other friends in the neighborhood, but she tries to be nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her doesn't like daddy's new tarantula (a different story)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her loves to play dress ups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her's favorite food is Lucky Charms!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;More about Her later.&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/2641688679136578216-2090511035420614967?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2090511035420614967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2090511035420614967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2090511035420614967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2090511035420614967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/06/her-part-2.html' title='Her Part 2'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2919446020146720251</id><published>2009-06-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:07:55.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Peaks</title><content type='html'>We went to Seven Peaks today, and it was so much fun!  Hannah loved it and didn't want to come home.  We did a lot of riding on slides and being lazy in the kiddy pool.  Hannah of course loved it, and the highlight for me was watching her dance around the pool and sing songs to herself.  She is such a sweet girl, and I think she can keep herself entertained for hours.  Here are some pictures of our fun day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347752816677942322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SjcI2_U3LqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fBsxFcNxeRI/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SjcI2_U3LqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fBsxFcNxeRI/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347752823330647714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah was so tired at the end of the day, I looked back at her in her car seat and this is what she looked like.  What a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-2919446020146720251?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa090c8b87ca596&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=abb5b0d28de07bf5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2919446020146720251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2919446020146720251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2919446020146720251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2919446020146720251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/06/seven-peaks.html' title='Seven Peaks'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SjcHXThBhXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/S7BZjIMs87s/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3708755577171110223</id><published>2009-06-09T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:42:07.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Sebastian is a Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E8671C36-E35C-467A-ABAA-4DA45442A118/clipsebunhappy.gif" alt="clipsebunhappy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday Hannah and I were driving in the car listening to "Kid Songs."  Kid Songs are any song from any Disney Movie, and Hannah insists on listening to them every time we are in the car.  After a few minutes she says to me, "Mom, I think Sebastian is a liar!" (We have been talking a lot about telling the truth lately).  The rest of our conversation went something like this.&lt;div&gt;Me:  Who is Sebastian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah:  Sebastian, you know the crab on Little Mermaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Oh, well why do you think he is a liar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah:  Because in the song he says "She's got a lot to say."  But mom he already knows that she can't say anything, she doesn't have a voice.  Ursula took it away from her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah:  I don't know why he would lie like that, when he knows Arial can't say anything without a voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  (A thought in my head)  Oh my goodness, is this girl 3 or what?  I think I might be in for it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Liar'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-627100169196305783</id><published>2009-06-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:43:16.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony Express Days</title><content type='html'>We have had so much fun this week at Pony Express Days.  Last year we didn't participate much, but this year we went all out.  On Monday we went to Family Night games and fun at the park.  It was a lot of fun (and then it started raining on us).  Hannah got to get her picture taken with Mickey and Minnie, and she absolutely loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivnmfpfA1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/U_jcQdfwhoI/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivnmfpfA1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/U_jcQdfwhoI/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344620031321768786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday and Saturday we went to the Carnival at the park, and it was a lot of fun.  Hannah was so brave and went on a ton of rides that I didn't expect her to go on.  She loved, loved, loved the Ferris Wheel.  It was so windy that day that I was actually really scared when we were stuck on top, but she just grinned from ear to ear and kept saying "This is wonderful Mom!"  It was a lot of fun to see her excitement and watch her enjoy every bit of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivqnYUdI0I/AAAAAAAAAjI/dQ6Dqlc3Aec/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivqnYUdI0I/AAAAAAAAAjI/dQ6Dqlc3Aec/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623345069269826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivqnKD3dgI/AAAAAAAAAjA/lIGeDPVddHY/s1600-h/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivqnKD3dgI/AAAAAAAAAjA/lIGeDPVddHY/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344623341241595394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We Love Pony Express Days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-627100169196305783?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/627100169196305783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=627100169196305783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/627100169196305783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/627100169196305783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/06/pony-express-days.html' title='Pony Express Days'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SivnmfpfA1I/AAAAAAAAAi4/U_jcQdfwhoI/s72-c/IMG_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-1109787943520046684</id><published>2009-06-05T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:31:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend named Alice.  Apparently I was totally into her and would even make my parents set a place at the table for her.  For the last year or so, my mom has been telling me that she thinks Hannah will develop an imaginary friend too.  Well last week she did.  One day when Chad and Hannah came to pick me up from school they were a little bit late.  Chad said they couldn't get out the door because Hannah was throwing a fit that he wouldn't pack an extra pair of clothes for Her.  I was totally clueless, Who was Her?  Should I even ask?  Apparently Her is Hannah's imaginary friend.  She has since gone back and forth with calling her Her and my Friend.  We have tried over and over to get Hannah to give Her a name, but she insists that her name is Her.  This makes it really hard for the school teacher in me to hear sentences like "Her's not ready to go now."  or "Her's got some money so Her's going to buy it for me."&lt;div&gt;Here are some things we know about Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She has black skin (under her white skin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She is 3 years old, but she is really big almost a grown up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She has golden hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She has blue eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She likes to go swimming everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She doesn't like to go to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She wears green pants and a pink tank top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She is Hannah's best playmate and spends more time at our house than at her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She lives in Lehi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is all so very cute, and I love to hear stories about Her.  If any of you have stories of your own children having imaginary friends, please share.  I would love to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-1109787943520046684?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/1109787943520046684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=1109787943520046684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1109787943520046684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1109787943520046684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/06/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;It has been a long time since I have been able to spend time sewing.  I love doing it, but it seems like there is always a ton that needs to be done before sewing.  Last weekend, my friend Nisha and I decided to make some cute things for our girls.  Nisha found a couple of super cute and easy patterns which the girls love.  In the end I made her 3 skirts and 2 dresses.  Hannah loves twirling in her new skirts and as you can tell from the pictures, she loves posing in them too.  Thanks for the fun weekend Nish, we should do it again real soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w725.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w725.photobucket.com/albums/ww260/jodicoombs/fb333a0a.pbw" height="300" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/597638423035502586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/597638423035502586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3013792624469917927</id><published>2009-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:33:26.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a Slacker</title><content type='html'>Like I said before, I have been a total slacker lately.  Have you ever felt like you are spread so thin that you can't give a single thing 100% of your time and attention. and it drives you crazy?  I seem to feel like that all the time lately.  So Friday night Chad asks me if I am going to make his birthday cake this weekend.  Ok so his birthday was over a week ago and I thought I was off the hook.  I guess not.  So I decided to make him a cake.  Hannah informed me that since I didn't make her a batman cake, I had to make daddy one.  Since I don't have a batman cake pan I decided to wing it.  And I was pretty pleased with the outcome.  Actually I was very pleased and impressed with myself.  (As you can tell it doesn't take much to impress me)  Anyway, Chad loved it and Hannah too, and we all enjoyed eating it.  YUM!!  Happy Birthday Chad, (again)!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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Slacker'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFjUrCov2I/AAAAAAAAAio/RvdCmvpnZeI/s72-c/IMG_1191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-243141128029905099</id><published>2009-05-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:10:20.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Slacker</title><content type='html'>So I think it has officially been too long since I have posted.  There have been several things that I wanted to post about over the last week or so, but I just get so busy and don't get a chance to do it.  &lt;div&gt;Last week we started our May Theme Days at school.  It is my absolute favorite time of the school year.  By this time of the year, we have taught about everything there is to teach in the first grade, so for the month of May we do a lot of review.  For these four weeks we have a different theme for each day.  My personal favorites are Dinosaur Day, Experiment Day, and Origami Day.  For me it really gives me an opportunity to sit back and  really enjoy my kids before they go.  I love it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgzAZyJg_lI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YxbrK5do51w/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgzAZyJg_lI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YxbrK5do51w/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335851207718141522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgzAZm5ci-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0nmWqq2_Lm4/s1600-h/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgzAZm5ci-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0nmWqq2_Lm4/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335851204697951202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was also Chad's birthday!  He is the bit 34!  It is hard to believe (and I am just a little bit behind him).  We were able to celebrate a couple of different days last week.  On Thursday (the day of his birthday) we went to see Wolverine.  Before we went I was kind of complaining to my friend Nisha because it wouldn't have been my pick.  She reassured me that at least Hugh Jackman would probably be shirtless, so there would be some consolation.  Turns out Hugh Jackman is both shirtless and bottomless there for a couple of minutes of the movie.  So it ended up being more of a consolation than I thought.  Seriously though it was a good movie and I was sufficiently entertained.  Then on Saturday night I was able to surprise Chad with a dinner out with some friends.  I hardly ever get to surprise him because he is such a planner, but it worked out perfect and we all had a great time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure there has been more to talk about, but I have a pretty short attention span right now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgzAzo8il4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/e0YfxcOgYSk/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgzAzo8il4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/e0YfxcOgYSk/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3992385405022408957</id><published>2009-05-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:35:20.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I hear the song of a bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgBAihapE4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/0fASCb1bmK4/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgBAihapE4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/0fASCb1bmK4/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332332920636511106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had a family home evening lesson on the things that Heavenly Father created for us.  It was a great lesson and Hannah was so cute about it, she is just so smart.  I decided that this would be a great lesson for tonight since Daddy took Hannah on her first hike this afternoon.  I thought we could talk about all of the things that she saw on her hike that Heavenly Father has created for us.  The lesson was great, and then afterward for our activity, we went outside and painted a picture of the world around us.  Once we were finished with our activity we brought Hannah in the house for a bath.  As she got undressed for bath, I noticed something black on her leg.  Sure enough, she had a tick in her leg.  GROSS!!!  I immediately called Chad upstairs to take a look at it, and Hannah started freaking out about having a bug in her leg.  After we got it out, she said, "Mom, I know that Heavenly Father created that bug that was in my leg, but I think her knows that he made a bad choice when he decided to go into my leg."  I had a hard time not laughing at that one.  She was being so pathetic, I had to get some of it on video.  This is definitely after she calmed down quite a bit!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df91ecb3093b984b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SgBAihapE4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/0fASCb1bmK4/s72-c/IMG_1134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2343053468658267375</id><published>2009-05-03T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:50:52.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sf3ngIVGx3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/YiU1hZw0J-4/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 41px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sf3ngIVGx3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/YiU1hZw0J-4/s320/banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331672073054373746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I had the opportunity to go to Women's Conference at BYU.  It was fabulous.  I's always amazing to me that I never realize how out of shape I am spiritually until I go to something like that.  It totally fires me up.  I was grateful to be able to spend a couple of days with my mother-in-law Vicki.  We always have a wonderful time together.  She is such an example to me.  Just being around her makes me want to be a better person.  I am also grateful that Chad stayed home with Hannah for two days.  He is such a wonderful father, and she loves being with him.  And I couldn't have gone without my very favorite sub Chris for taking my class for two days.  She is wonderful with them and I appreciate all she does.  &lt;div&gt;The classes seemed to be just what I needed (like always) and I am determined to stand a little taller and do a little more to uplift myself, and those around me through my testimony.  I know that my Heavenly Father loves me and is mindful of my needs as well as the needs of my family.  I know that I can find strength and refuge through the atonement of Christ.  And I know that I although I have not been the most diligent disciple, I can improve and make choices that allow myself to become perfected in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-2343053468658267375?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2343053468658267375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2343053468658267375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2343053468658267375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2343053468658267375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/05/womens-conference.html' title='Women&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sf3ngIVGx3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/YiU1hZw0J-4/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6028658699043754467</id><published>2009-04-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:23:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayon Drawings</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was getting Hannah ready for bed and she started asking me about her mole on her ankle.  She asked me where it came from and why she has it?  I told her that it was just something that Heavenly Father gave to her, and it was a beauty mark.  Her next question made me crack up.  She said, "So mom, was he just doing some crayon drawings or something?"What a thinker.  How does she come up with these things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-6028658699043754467?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-858742562750586866</id><published>2009-04-26T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:29:09.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>Friday we went to the Hogle Zoo on a field trip with my class.  Chad, Vicki and Hannah met us down there and we had a great time.  Hannah loved all the animals, and Chad loved sharing with her his vast knowledge of all the animals that he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfT8H1Z9tlI/AAAAAAAAAhE/TKOgwXF3A2c/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/hogle-zoo.html' title='Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfT8H1Z9tlI/AAAAAAAAAhE/TKOgwXF3A2c/s72-c/IMG_2576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-1694764864230641881</id><published>2009-04-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:42:18.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Coombs</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks have been a lot of fun.  On Tuesday of Spring Break, Grammy, Papa, Kelly and Andrew came to visit us from California.  After a week of visiting, Papa, Kelly and Andrew left to go home and Grammy stayed for another couple of weeks.  We have had nothing but fun the entire time.  We have gone out to dinner (too much), gone skating, had a campfire up in the canyon for Family Night, visited Thanksgiving Point, and just had fun visiting and letting Grammy spoil Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTMBnIVPpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XUSJnHjV9XY/s1600-h/IMG_2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTMBnIVPpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XUSJnHjV9XY/s320/IMG_2545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329108587142004370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah loves Uncle Andrew.  She didn't want anything to do with any of us when he was around.  It was fun to watch them together.   He was so patient with her and even played princess barbie's and poly-pockets with her.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTMBbVHRMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yh_FFjKdApo/s1600-h/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTMBbVHRMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yh_FFjKdApo/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329108583974388930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little visit with Papa.  Hannah loves her papa, and all the fun stories he tells her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTeaoiZV9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/pWWptE4Dm-Y/s1600-h/IMG_2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTeaoiZV9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/pWWptE4Dm-Y/s320/IMG_2548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329128808225789906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah at Classic Skating.  Her face says it all.  She was so excited to skate and the better she got at it, the more daring she got.  It was fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTeaVXfAGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MqNjkxpAwuw/s1600-h/IMG_2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTeaVXfAGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MqNjkxpAwuw/s320/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329128803079749730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Andrew and Hannah skating on the "blue".  For the longest time Hannah would only skate on the carpet.  After a while she decided that she wanted to go on the "blue"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTeZ348U-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/mFK-FV5oLG0/s1600-h/IMG_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTeZ348U-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/mFK-FV5oLG0/s320/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329128795167020002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We really wore ourselves out at the skating rink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTfCk9Zt_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/PKHfAwlb6t4/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTfCk9Zt_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/PKHfAwlb6t4/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329129494460086258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were surprised to see snow up in the canyon when we went for our Family Home Evening, since it was like 80 degrees that day.  I guess you never get used to Utah weather.  We decided that it wasn't as good as Family Night at the beach, but it was a close second.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTfCQm2rDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/y_B0Pujoy08/s1600-h/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTfCQm2rDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/y_B0Pujoy08/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329129488996805682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Andrew found a piece of vinyl fencing and decided that would be a great sled.  I was a little nervous about it, but it proved to be a really fun game with Andrew and Hannah.  Some of the time, I had to just close my eyes and pray that she didn't get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfThRKVTXMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/l60_MWFGqXc/s1600-h/IMG_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfThRKVTXMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/l60_MWFGqXc/s320/IMG_2557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329131944033868994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to see the Draper Temple.  It was a beautiful day when we left our house, but by the time we got to Draper it was cloudy and windy.  Again that Utah weather.  We didn't stay long, but it was a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTiuNwSisI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Iak4-neVEe0/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTiuNwSisI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Iak4-neVEe0/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329133542680201922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah looking at the beautiful tulips at Thanksgiving Point.  We went at the start of the tulip festival, but there were very few tulips that had actually bloomed.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTityrxHuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SCIhMbULYe0/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTityrxHuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/SCIhMbULYe0/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329133535413477090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah just being a poser.  &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/2641688679136578216-1694764864230641881?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/1694764864230641881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=1694764864230641881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1694764864230641881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1694764864230641881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/visit-with-coombs.html' title='Visit with Coombs'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SfTMBnIVPpI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XUSJnHjV9XY/s72-c/IMG_2545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5551570514558864218</id><published>2009-04-21T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:10:46.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>I know this is a little late, but better late than never right.  We have had a really fun week the last week with Easter and Spring Break.  The time went by way too fast, and although I love my job, I am looking forward to the summer break.  Here are a few pictures of Easter with Hannah.  It was definately a lot of fun, now that she is a little older and is starting to get it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hy35z-_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/uaqE7p_fFbw/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hy35z-_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/uaqE7p_fFbw/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327162198365305842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hoXEHR7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XmkeP-P29EY/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hoXEHR7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XmkeP-P29EY/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327162017751451570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hoKEPeFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/JpHBnndAhqs/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hoKEPeFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/JpHBnndAhqs/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327162014262327378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5551570514558864218?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5551570514558864218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5551570514558864218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5551570514558864218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5551570514558864218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Se3hy35z-_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/uaqE7p_fFbw/s72-c/IMG_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8535374062901146599</id><published>2009-04-09T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:30:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a teacher if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd521d_SnKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Mv11pM3TVTY/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd521d_SnKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Mv11pM3TVTY/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322822470553738402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have seen this before, but I just got it off my friend Beth's blog.  If you are a teacher, if you know a teacher, or if you have kids and have ever been in the classroom,  you will enjoy this.&lt;div&gt;1. You might be a teacher if you believe the playground should be equipped with a Ritalin salt lick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You might be a teacher if you want to slap the next person who says, "Must be nice to wrk 8 to 3:30 and have summers off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  You might be a teacher if it is difficult to name your own child because there's no name you can come up with that doesn't bring high blood pressure as it is uttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  You might be a teacher if you can tell it's a full moon or if its going to rain, snow, hail...anything!!! Without ever looking outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  You might be a teacher if you believe 'shallow gene pool' should have its own box on a report card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  You might be a teacher if you believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says "Boy, the kids sure are mellow today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  You might be a teacher if when out in public, you feel the urge to snap your fingers at children you do not know and correct their behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You might be a teacherif you have no social life between August and June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  You might be a teacher if you think people should have a government permit before being allowed to reproduce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  You might be a teacher if you wonder how some parents MANAGED to reproduce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  You might be a teacher if you laugh uncontrollable when people refer to the staff roum as the "lounge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  You might be a teacher if you encourage an obnoxious parent to check into charter schools or home schooling and are willing to donate the UHAUL boxes should they decide to move out of the district.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  You might be a teacher if you think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  You might be a teacher if you can't imagine how the ACLU could think of covering your students chair with Velcro and then requiring uniforms made out of the corresponding Velcro could ever be misunderstood by the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  You might be a teacher if a child's parent instantly answers this question "Why is this kid like this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  You might be a teacher if you would choose a mammogram over a parent teacher conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  You might be a teacher if you think someone should invent antibacterial pencils and crayons... and desks and chairs for that matter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  You might be a teacher if the words 'I have a college debt for this?" has ever come out of your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  You might be a teacher if you know how many days, minutes, and seconds are left in the school year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am definately looking forward to spring break!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8535374062901146599?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8535374062901146599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8535374062901146599' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8535374062901146599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8535374062901146599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-might-be-teacher-if.html' title='You might be a teacher if...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd521d_SnKI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Mv11pM3TVTY/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3734295655388245846</id><published>2009-04-09T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:28:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sick continues...</title><content type='html'>So it has been close to a week since Hannah got sick.  We went to the doctor on Tuesday, and he said that she just has the flu.  I say just, but I mean she has the worst case of the flu that I have ever seen.  What that means is there is not anything we can do for her except make sure that she stays hydrated.  She also has an ear infection.  We are lucky there is something we can do for that, if only she would stop throwing up long enough to get some medicine in her.  &lt;div&gt;The doctor opted to keep the IV in for another day, just in case we have to take her back to the ER.  That night we thought we were out of the woods, since she started playing and laughing with us.  She was almost back to her adorable self.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday she took another turn for the worse and decided to throw everything up again.  We didn't know if we should take her back to get more fluids or to take the IV out.  We decided to just watch her for another day and take her today.  Does anybody know how long you can keep an IV in your arm without getting an infection?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan is to take her back to the ER tonight and let them decide what to do with her.  The one major problem with this plan is that I have my first grade program tonight and we can't take her until about 7:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anybody has any suggestions or advice for me on how to get through this, please let me know.  I guess I should count my blessings and realize how lucky I am to have a normally healthy baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3734295655388245846?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3734295655388245846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3734295655388245846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3734295655388245846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3734295655388245846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-continues.html' title='The sick continues...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5744708419738714498</id><published>2009-04-06T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:18:33.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor little girl</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night Hannah got sick all of a sudden.  She was totally fine, playing with her friend Maylee and then on our way home she started throwing up.  I was totally shocked.  Well she just kept getting worse and worse throughout the night and the next day.  On Sunday during conference all she did was lay on my lap and sleep.  She was anything but my full of life little girl that bounces off the walls.  Starting about 7:00 she started throwing up blood and so of course we took her straight to the ER.  It was there that she had her first experience with needles and the dreaded IV.  They pumped her full of fluid and then sent us on our way.  This morning I reluctantly left for work only to have Chad call me around 12:00.  He felt like we needed to take her back to the ER.  We again were on our way.  As soon as we got there, she started screaming "No, not this place"  I felt so bad for her.  It was a totally miserable experience for all of us.  Today they ended up sending us home again, with some anti-nausea medicine and they left the IV in her arm.  This is just a precaution so that if they need to rehydrate her tomorrow, they don't have to stick her again.  She has been so brave throughout everything.  She is so amazing and so strong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd5lzJXy8OI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XWm321QDims/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd5lzJXy8OI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XWm321QDims/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322803738961965282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd5ly9h-3xI/AAAAAAAAAe0/wX3vk4PbZWM/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd5ly9h-3xI/AAAAAAAAAe0/wX3vk4PbZWM/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322803735783464722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is going to hate me for putting taking these pictures when she gets older&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5744708419738714498?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5744708419738714498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5744708419738714498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5744708419738714498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5744708419738714498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-poor-little-girl.html' title='My poor little girl'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sd5lzJXy8OI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XWm321QDims/s72-c/IMG_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-111854241839689105</id><published>2009-04-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:43:56.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a really long time since I have posted anything. Not only have I been extremely busy, but my computer crashed last week. This is my school computer, which I use all the time. In fact, we have never even set up our home computer since living here, because I just do everything on the laptop. Needless to say, I am really stressed out to see if the school tech is going to be able to recover anything off of my harddrive. Please pray for me that I don't loose EVERYTHING!! By everything, I mean the last two years of lesson plans, newsletters, parent letters, curriculum, and pictures. That is both school pictures and personal pictures AHHHHHH! I can't even think about it anymore.  Well,. I will try to post more regularly and update on my disaster status as well as tell you what is new with our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-111854241839689105?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/111854241839689105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=111854241839689105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/111854241839689105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/111854241839689105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5278285219365621206</id><published>2009-03-25T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:35:01.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Tryable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ScrMwBKv-iI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbfnmd0pB10/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 68px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ScrMwBKv-iI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbfnmd0pB10/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317287435383601698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight for dinner we are having one of the most nutritious dinners in the world.  It consists of hamburgers, corn on the cob, and fresh pineapple.  So I was cutting the pineapple and Hannah comes in to help me.  She immediately comments that she doesn't like pineapple because it is spicy and it has holes in it (I am assuming the pits are the holes).  I then told her that she needed to try it before she decides she doesn't like it.  About 10 seconds or so after I give her a piece, I look at her and she is just staring at it.  This is how the rest of our conversation goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I am deciding if it is tryable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well, you know what I think about that don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  I have to try it at least once, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple seconds later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  You know mom, I have tried it once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  You have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  Yeah, Once upon a dream (think of your most dramatic princess voice you can and that is the one she used)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was still processing and trying to keep myself from laughing, she does try the pineapple to which I ask her how she liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her response was "I think it is very tryable mom!  I really like it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want to know, is do we really have to have all the drama just to try a piece of pineapple?&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/2641688679136578216-5278285219365621206?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5278285219365621206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5278285219365621206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5278285219365621206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5278285219365621206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-tryable.html' title='Is it Tryable?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ScrMwBKv-iI/AAAAAAAAAes/cbfnmd0pB10/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3023187759024989831</id><published>2009-03-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:26:51.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ScUG10keZ1I/AAAAAAAAAek/JqlRWzg7Auw/s1600-h/2659_514210133641_203000900_30813354_2734375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ScUG10keZ1I/AAAAAAAAAek/JqlRWzg7Auw/s320/2659_514210133641_203000900_30813354_2734375_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315662456895203154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was our annual Activity Days Skating Activity.  I have to admit, I wasn't really excited to go especially after a long day at work.  I was however excited that my friends Nisha and Katie were going and taking their little girls that are a little younger than Hannah.  I decided to take Hannah and let her play with Sophie and Delila.  It turned out to be a lot of fun.  Hannah wasn't too sure what to think of the skates.  (I personally thought they were the cutest littlest things I had ever seen, see picture above).  I thought she did a great job skating (as long as I held her hand and she was skating on the carpet).  She only fell like 3 times, but after the third time she looked at me and said "Mom, I don't love this at all".  After that we played the "I want to skate, I don't want to skate" game, which resulted in mom taking off skates and putting skates back on for about a half hour.&lt;div&gt;GOOD TIMES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3023187759024989831?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3023187759024989831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3023187759024989831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3023187759024989831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3023187759024989831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/classic-skating.html' title='Classic Skating'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ScUG10keZ1I/AAAAAAAAAek/JqlRWzg7Auw/s72-c/2659_514210133641_203000900_30813354_2734375_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4987870314135158609</id><published>2009-03-18T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:38:14.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Eye</title><content type='html'>So Hannah has her first case of pink eye.  I feel really bad for her and her eye looks so bad.  On Monday night for family night we went to the Legacy Center to go swimming.  I am sure that is where she picked it up.  Not only do I feel bad for her, but I am really grossed out by the fact that she got it at the pool.  Now, I am not totally naive enough to think that there aren't gross things involved with public pools, but I have never been a victim of "pool poison".  &lt;div&gt;Yesterday after we took her to the doctor she discovered that she was going to have to put drops in her eyes.  I was a little worried about this because ever since she got soap in her eyes over the summer, she freaks out if we even get a little bit of water in her eyes in the bathtub.  After much coaxing and a few treats, we were successful with her first experience with eye drops.  Way to go Hannah, we are so proud of you, and we hope you start feeling better really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a side note, we decided to have her 3 year check up at the same time and Hannah is in the 73rd percentile for height and 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for weight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-4987870314135158609?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/4987870314135158609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=4987870314135158609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4987870314135158609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4987870314135158609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-eye.html' title='Pink Eye'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3912181740858805337</id><published>2009-03-16T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:14:27.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysanthemum</title><content type='html'>For Christmas Chad bought me a set of books called Lily and Friends.  The books in this set are by Kevin Henkes and they are really cute.  One of the best books is called Chrysanthemum.  This is a book that I read to my class every year at the beginning of the year.  It is really cute.  Well, since then Hannah has taken over my books and has decided that Chrysanthemum is her favorite book.  What is really funny to me is that she can't say the name of the book.  Ask her to say anything else and her speech is totally clear, but not Chrysanthemum.  For months I have been thinking that I need to get her saying it on video, and last night I finally did.  It is the funniest thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c8ac118af047eb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3912181740858805337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3912181740858805337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3912181740858805337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3912181740858805337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/chrysanthemum.html' title='Chrysanthemum'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7106626128274735518</id><published>2009-03-12T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:51:55.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog or a Horse</title><content type='html'>So last night we went to dinner with my Aunt Billie and cousins, Eliza and Cody.  Eliza lives in California, and she is here for a couple of days visiting.  I haven't been to their house in forever, but when I walked in, I was greeted by a horse.  Now I just got done reading Pippy Longstocking to my kids, so I am perfectly aware that some people have horses in their house as pets.  No really, it was actually a huge DOG!  I couldn't believe it.  My first thought was that Hannah was going to freak out when she came in.  To my surprise she was totally cool with it.  To her it was totally normal and cool.  Who is this child anyway?  She just went right up the horse/dog and started playing like nothing was strange about it.  Kids sure do have a funny way of surprising you don't they.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77d3b7974009b522" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=84278012f743162c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7106626128274735518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7106626128274735518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7106626128274735518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7106626128274735518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog-or-horse.html' title='A Dog or a Horse'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4522270685444790827</id><published>2009-03-10T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:50:16.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eggs and Ham!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbZvmFWpwhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AX0FU37VyYo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbZvmFWpwhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AX0FU37VyYo/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311555510592979474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Dr. Seuss week in first grade.  It was a lot of fun, and we got to do many crazy projects.  We made Dr. Seuss creatures and then wrote stories about them.  This was one of my favorite activities.  The kids were so creative, and they loved it.&lt;div&gt;On Friday, we made green eggs and ham.  I told the kids on Thursday that we were going to do this, and they were completely grossed out.  In fact on Friday morning I had a student go home early and I suspect that he was a little nervous about Green Eggs and Ham.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we started by putting all the steps to make them on the board.  The kids had to tell me which order the steps went in.  Then, I introduced sequencing words, like first, then, after, finally.  Finally I gave them each a bowl with an egg in it, a cup of milk, a bag with ham in it, and they had to follow the steps.  One little girl cracked her egg and it dripped all down the front of her.  She immediately went into hysterics.  I have to say, that out of 28 kids, I was pretty impressed that I only had one egg disaster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it came time to trying the eggs, the kids made me try first.  They were really funny.  Most of them loved the eggs and asked if we could make more.  I know they look pretty gross, but they actually weren't too bad.  The worst part was having my room smell like eggs for the rest of the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbZvmbmCi6I/AAAAAAAAAec/XNwJkf2Nfy4/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbZvmbmCi6I/AAAAAAAAAec/XNwJkf2Nfy4/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311555516563098530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Ham!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbZvmFWpwhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AX0FU37VyYo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5896189304793600991</id><published>2009-03-08T18:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:03:50.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Big Girl</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of Hannah's 3 year old pictures.  They all turned out so cute.  I can't believe how big she looks!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4F-G7RwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ppkVvS3rAPw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4F-G7RwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ppkVvS3rAPw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001904543385346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4FVaG2YI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ee_PkQnbmFo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4FVaG2YI/AAAAAAAAAds/Ee_PkQnbmFo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001893617981826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR3tc6DHaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZXx-NEco1K4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR3tc6DHaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZXx-NEco1K4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001483314142626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR3tOlSbqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zrPXvbBECBU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR3tOlSbqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zrPXvbBECBU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001479468969634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4efE4lLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lQ_xM7ttWTg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4efE4lLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lQ_xM7ttWTg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311002325710050482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4e1SajkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ALeA_zeI-pU/s1600-h/Big+Balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4e1SajkI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ALeA_zeI-pU/s320/Big+Balloon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311002331672383042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4etly90I/AAAAAAAAAeE/GWV8n2Tc_n4/s1600-h/Balloons+Close+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4etly90I/AAAAAAAAAeE/GWV8n2Tc_n4/s320/Balloons+Close+Up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311002329606190914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5896189304793600991?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5896189304793600991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5896189304793600991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5896189304793600991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5896189304793600991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/such-big-girl.html' title='Such a Big Girl'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SbR4F-G7RwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ppkVvS3rAPw/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-169276337545766596</id><published>2009-03-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:12:22.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was really long, but really fun for us.  It turned out to be all about Hannah's birthday, and we loved every minute of it.  Here's how it went down&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night&lt;br /&gt;I got home from school and got Hannah ready to go and get her pictures taken at JCPenny.  The pictures turned out so cute, and I can't wait to share them with all of you.  I get to pick them up on Saturday.  After pictures we took Hannah to the Tomato place for dinner.  (This is really Souplantation)  She loves this place and has been asking for the last month to go.  We had a great time, and when we got home at 10:00, it was time to start making the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok before I go on, the cake I decided to make turned out to be a beast.  It was so time consuming, but it turned out beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up buying 4 cake mixes to make this cake.  The bottom layer of the cake was actually two 12" round cakes.  Each of these took one whole cake mix to make.  The top layer was two 6" round cakes.  I made both of these in addition to 24 cupcakes.  This again took 2 cake mixes.  The very last cake that I made was one of the 12" cakes.  It was really late and I took it out of the oven too soon.  Needless to say when I came to look at it, it was all sunken in the middle.  At this point it was 1:00am and there was nothing I could do, so I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:00 to head to the store and buy another cake mix.  I got home and finished the cake without any more glitches.  Well then it was time to make the icing.  I soon realized that I hadn't taken any butter out of the freezer to thaw out, so I put it in the microwave to defrost.  I made a double batch of icing and soon found out that wasn't enough to ice the cake and the cupcakes.  So I put some more butter in the microwave to defrost.  Well instead of defrost I just put it on regular heat for 2 minutes.  Needless to say there was a pool of butter in my microwave.  AHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;The kids were supposed to arrive at our house at 10:30 for the party, and by some miracle I was able to get everything done before they got there.&lt;br /&gt;The party was a lot of fun and the kids were so cute!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SavzgdNuO9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yMlan8T1Zsk/s1600-h/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SavzgdNuO9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yMlan8T1Zsk/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308604324709809106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SavzrgkLbkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/rSJuzdj0z74/s1600-h/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SavzrgkLbkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/rSJuzdj0z74/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308604514587864642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Savz3SuSotI/AAAAAAAAAck/oK9PGT4cGLI/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Savz3SuSotI/AAAAAAAAAck/oK9PGT4cGLI/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308604717030613714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav18gIJ9wI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ePTQW1e53TY/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav18gIJ9wI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ePTQW1e53TY/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308607005551359746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav2k9bgpDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P4-757Ugqls/s1600-h/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav2k9bgpDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/P4-757Ugqls/s320/IMG_1041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308607700611933234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;When the kids all left I was so exhausted that I had to take a nap.  One of Hannah's little friends Maylee stayed to play (May is 6).  I told Chad to look after the girls while i took a nap.  When I woke up about 2 hours later, Chad was laying next to me and the girls were downstairs by themselves.  I went down to check on them, and the house was a disaster.  I don't know how many cupcakes they both had, but they were gone!!  AHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;There was a present from Grammy on a shelf in the living room that were were saving for the next day, which was opened and all over the floor.  When I asked Hannah why she opened it and how did she even know it was for her she said "Well I asked Maylee what the card said and she said To Hannah Love Grammy, so I knew it was for me."  Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night included me trying to clean up and finishing the cake for our family party the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful family party that consisted of my parents, Jaci and Brett, Grandma and Grandpa Great, my aunt Billie and our friends Nisha and Adam.  We had a good meal and great cake.  (I have to admit it was hard to actually cut into it).&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great weekend, busy, but great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav3NEaGk2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ANOq-C6ZE7I/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav3NEaGk2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ANOq-C6ZE7I/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308608389679846242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/Sav3MmJ-UNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a3KUzLgk7YY/s1600-h/IMG_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-wonderful-weekend.html' title='What a wonderful weekend'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SavzgdNuO9I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yMlan8T1Zsk/s72-c/IMG_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5569552336695660496</id><published>2009-03-02T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:36:31.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hannah</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that our little girl is three years old.  Where has the time gone.  It has been fun to look back on all the fun pictures I have to put this video together.  I hope you enjoy watching it!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=82f9ecbdbf48ddeb575426" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=82f9ecbdbf48ddeb575426&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=82f9ecbdbf48ddeb575426&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/82f9ecbdbf48ddeb575426/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" 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Right before recess we had the opportunity to go out and welcome home some soldiers that have been gone fighting in Iraq for the last 8 months.  There were about 12 men that are residents of Eagle Mountain that have been away from their families for this time.  One of those dads is the father of my sweet Reuben in my class.  He has been so excited all week for dad to come home, and thats all he talks about and writes about in class.  When I was standing out on the playground with my class waving to the cars driving past, I felt so proud, I actually got choked up in front of my kids.  I just was thinking about Reuben and his family, along with thousands of other families across the country.  To me Reuben is just as brave as his father.  I know there have been times that have been really hard for him to have dad gone, but he never complains.   Thank you sweet Reuben for teaching me!!&lt;br /&gt;When we got back into class, I had my kids just write for a total of 10 minutes about it.  I didn't really direct them, I just said they could make of list of describing words, they could write a letter, they could tell a story, or draw a picture.  The only rule was they had to be quiet so that they could think about it, and they had to be working.  I am not kidding but you could hear a pin drop in here.  It was really cool, and the kids loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-33801270262684003?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/33801270262684003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=33801270262684003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/33801270262684003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/33801270262684003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8669681459799119066</id><published>2009-02-18T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:34:45.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has the most perfect Child?  I think that would be me!</title><content type='html'>We took Hannah to the dentist yesterday for the first time.  I was a little bit nervous about it, because lets face it, it can be a scary place.  We did as much prepping as we could before the big day!  We talked to her about what the dentist does, we bought her a Dora goes to the dentist book that we read over and over.  We even watched Jon and Kate Plus 8 when they took all 6 kids to the dentist at once.  Talk about a nightmare.  Well the big day arrived and she was amazing.  She sat right in the chair and didn't argue a bit.  She didn't cry, she didn't fuss, she just did what the dentist told her to do.  Have I mentioned before that she is amazing.  I was so proud of her!  &lt;div&gt;If you think it couldn't get any better... it does!  The diagnosis was great!  Her teeth look perfect, her spacing is perfect, her bite is perfect (even after years of sucking her fingers).  Everything is great.  I was a little paranoid that she would have 10 cavities since she is a "candy freak"- her words not mine.  I was relieved to find that she doesn't have any cavities at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbQMuGi2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/3ca_u36KgJw/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbQMuGi2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/3ca_u36KgJw/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304144426242050914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this x-ray machine would freak her out, but in her little mind I could just hear her saying, "Bring it on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbP_wjBkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oV5ShWX2SxE/s1600-h/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbP_wjBkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/oV5ShWX2SxE/s320/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304144422762645058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat right up into the chair and opened her mouth like this.  Who says prepping your kid doesn't pay off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbw07NE3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/1lneds1mc-w/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbw07NE3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/1lneds1mc-w/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304144986790237042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwb8yg1oLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Yxk1OXrv5NE/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwb8yg1oLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Yxk1OXrv5NE/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304145192301207730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the perfect Cheeser Grin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8669681459799119066?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8669681459799119066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8669681459799119066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8669681459799119066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8669681459799119066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-has-most-perfect-child-i-think-that.html' title='Who has the most perfect Child?  I think that would be me!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwbQMuGi2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/3ca_u36KgJw/s72-c/IMG_0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-126583373783567259</id><published>2009-02-18T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:23:02.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinosaur Museum</title><content type='html'>The other day we took Hannah to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point.  She has been wanting to go forever, but we just have never done it until now.  She had a blast.  Actually, I don't know who had more fun, Chad or Hannah.  It was fun to watch the two of them together.  I think Chad has always wanted someone to share his wealth of knowledge with, and unfortunately a lot of times I'm not really that interested in Reptiles, bugs and ancient things.  I'm sorry hun, sometimes I try.  Anyway, Hannah really is interested in all of those things.  Chad really enjoys having someone really listen and care about the same things he loves!!  Here are some pictures to mark our fun family day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZTdlzdtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VEvJr3vCGyI/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZTdlzdtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VEvJr3vCGyI/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142283287000786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZTEzohgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6NPbHLTDm8o/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZTEzohgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6NPbHLTDm8o/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142276634117634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZmgAt2bI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EB1Ve1S23oE/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZmgAt2bI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EB1Ve1S23oE/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142610354264498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZmNgLWbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lnvMVcpAAyw/s1600-h/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZmNgLWbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lnvMVcpAAyw/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304142605385947570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-126583373783567259?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/126583373783567259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=126583373783567259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/126583373783567259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/126583373783567259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinosaur-meuseum.html' title='The Dinosaur Museum'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZwZTdlzdtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VEvJr3vCGyI/s72-c/IMG_0977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3553193730546265224</id><published>2009-02-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:38:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So gross!! Creative but gross!</title><content type='html'>Hannah has been really into make believe and story telling lately.  It is really hard for me to discipline her and not laugh when she really does get so creative.  Last night she had a little accident in her pants.  I know gross that I am even talking about it, but it is a fact of life with a 2 year old.  When I questioned her about why she did that she responded with, "Mom, it wasn't my fault!  It was the magic poop!  It just appeared in my pants."  After taking the next couple of seconds to contain my laughter I responded with "You know what I have to do right?"  To which she quickly responded, "Mom you can't spank my bum, it really isn't my fault!  If you have to be mad, be mad at the magic poop!"  What a story teller.&lt;br /&gt;It really is hard to be upset with such a cute girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3553193730546265224?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3553193730546265224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3553193730546265224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3553193730546265224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3553193730546265224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-gross-creative-but-gross.html' title='So gross!! Creative but gross!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-501442039373416890</id><published>2009-02-10T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:35:16.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So busy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I haven't posted in a while, because my life seems so crazy.  The last couple of weeks I have felt a strange connection to the Little Engine that Could.  I just keep telling myself "I think I can."  eventually I will come to the point where I say "I knew I could".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZGQQjPjZuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/o50GyqZ5QNQ/s320/6a00d8345157b369e200e5505df5008833-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301176850404566754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well last week started off with me being sick again!  I think this is like the fifth cold I have had this school year.  I have heard that once you get into your third year, your body is  better at fighting off germs.  I sure hope so, because I have never been sick this many times in my life.  Anyway, to make matters worse last Wednesday and Thursday were parent teacher conferences.  This means that I was at school from 6:30 am (my normal time of getting to school) until around 9:30 pm.  For those of you who are bad at math, that is a 15 hour day for two straight days.  CRAZY!!  To add insult to injury for some stupid reason, I signed up to have my principal's evaluation on Wednesday afternoon, so I had that stress to deal with.  What was I thinking?  &lt;div&gt;You are probably thinking ok, so that was last week your life should be better by now.  I thought that would be the case as well, but it just hasn't been.  This week is not as crazy, but it seems to be filling up really quick.  Thank goodness for President's Day coming up on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thanks for letting me vent, I really am not a complainer, I really love my job, my family and all my responsibilities, I just have to let off some steam every once in a while and then I feel better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I come, FULL SPEED AHEAD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-501442039373416890?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/501442039373416890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=501442039373416890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/501442039373416890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/501442039373416890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-busy.html' title='So busy!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SZGQQjPjZuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/o50GyqZ5QNQ/s72-c/6a00d8345157b369e200e5505df5008833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3983629678575507077</id><published>2009-02-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:11:25.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Embarassed!!!</title><content type='html'>So Hannah has been a little obsessed lately about when she was a baby.  She asks about it all the time, questions like "When I was a baby did I have teeth?" or "When I was in your tummy did I drink apple juice?"  Fun little questions that are so cute you wish you could remember them all.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SYrzMKexj2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/lx8HT7vn6l0/s1600-h/2006.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SYrzMKexj2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/lx8HT7vn6l0/s320/2006.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299315301852221282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well apparently the other day she was feeding her baby doll and asked Chad if she drank milk or apple juice in her bottle when she was a baby.  True to form, he didn't just give her a simple answer, he explained everything to her (like she was an adult) and told her about breastfeeding and getting milk from your mommy!  Ok fair enough, but I say warn me that you have had that talk with her.  So last night after parent teacher conferences, Chad and Hannah came to pick me up from school. (we still only have one car, but that is another story!)  Hannah and I walked to the teacher's lounge to see if there was any more dessert in there and we ran into my principal.  After a while of talking, he started showing us pictures of his baby daughter.  Hannah just looks up at him and says "When I was a baby, I drank milk from mommy's boobs!!!"  At that point I just wanted to die.  I guess in situations like these you just have to laugh and be grateful that your sweet little two year old is so inquisitive, bright, and can remember EVERYTHING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3983629678575507077?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3983629678575507077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3983629678575507077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3983629678575507077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3983629678575507077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-embarassed.html' title='A Little Embarassed!!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SYrzMKexj2I/AAAAAAAAAbE/lx8HT7vn6l0/s72-c/2006.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5394220286574347529</id><published>2009-02-04T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:54:09.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Little Girl</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days have been really nice around our house.  Monday was a professional development day, which means that the kids didn't come to school, but the teachers had meetings all day.  And then yesterday, I took a personal day to go to the doctor and get myself ready for parent teacher conferences.  It seems like with the weekend and then a more relaxing start to my week has given me a lot more time to be home with my family.  They are so fun, and I realized how much I miss them during the day.&lt;div&gt;So Monday night for Family Home Evening we had a lesson out of the Friend magazine.  We were talking about Heavenly Father creating the world for us and all the beautiful things that we get to enjoy.  We started off the lesson by telling Hannah that there was a time when she  lived with Heavenly Father and Jesus.  We asked her if she knew when.  She answered by saying "Um... I think it was in July!  What a funny girl. (she is obsessed with time right now, months, days, hours, etc.  I think it's because she is always asking when her birthday is!)  Anyway, we informed her that she lived with Heavenly Father before she lived with mommy and daddy.  She then responded by saying "Was it after I lived with Grandma and Grampy?"  Again, we both just had to laugh.  What a funny girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the Family Home Evening went great and the lesson we all learned was two fold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Don't ever live with your parents after marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Family Home Evening is so important and kids are never too young to learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5394220286574347529?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5394220286574347529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5394220286574347529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5394220286574347529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5394220286574347529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-little-girl.html' title='Funny Little Girl'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2328669268067258874</id><published>2009-02-02T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:22:42.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another cute video</title><content type='html'>So lately Hannah hasn't wanted to listen to any music in the car except for her new "kids CD" .  This CD is one that we found at the DI, which Hannah absolutely loves.  The other day she just started singing one of the songs like full blast.  Of course it is probably the most annoying song on the CD.  I have to admit that she is really cute singing it though.  Have a look for yourself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb062585c58d6505" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6359535029365166766</id><published>2009-01-28T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:42:59.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Tag</title><content type='html'>I have really been liking these tags lately.  Here is another fun one that I found on my friend Jessa's blog.  A couple of these things I might decide to add to my list of things to do in my lifetime.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Sang a solo (are you kidding me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Watched a lightening storm at sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch &lt;/span&gt;(I had to teach myself how to play the piano on my mission)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill &lt;/span&gt;(who hasn't)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Run a marathon &lt;/span&gt;(The Rock n' Roll marathon in 2007, it was fantastic and I want to do it again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset &lt;/span&gt;(I really do miss watching the sunset at the beach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied &lt;/span&gt;(pre-marriage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Sung Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt; (It wasn't really a painting, but Chad has sketched a picture of our family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater &lt;/span&gt;(I miss going to the drive-in in San Diego)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. Been in a movie/commercial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt; (not an actual martial arts class, but a self defense class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Sold girl scout cookies&lt;/span&gt; (I just bought girl scout cookies the other day, and they are 3.50 now, when I sold them, they were 1.25 a box)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt; (thanks to my third grade teacher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt; (thanks Chad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt; (donating plasma paid for our trip to Disneyland)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt; (this is one of my favorite thing to do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. Eaten Caviar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Saved someone's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag anyone who wants to do this.  Just bold all of the things that you have done before in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2641688679136578216-6359535029365166766?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/6359535029365166766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=6359535029365166766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6359535029365166766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6359535029365166766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-tag.html' title='Fun Tag'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4304657342690610755</id><published>2009-01-27T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:47:17.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>I have been trying for months to get Hannah reading a book on video.  Last night she was cracking me up while reading "Lily and the Purple Plastic Purse."  She is so animated and she comes up with the funniest lines when she reads.  One of my favorites is when she says "Mr. Slinger was not impressed, but he was really mean."  Of course as soon as I got the video camera out, she froze and wasn't as animated, but it was the best I could do.  If you are wondering why she is walking around in circles, it is just something that she likes to do.  She has always walked in a circle as she reads a book. (She is going to be a nightmare for her first grade teacher during silent reading time).  Well, ENJOY!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a60b7b0622cd6f3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a60b7b0622cd6f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331973579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DCAF0D987D85F6B7C614ADC4ACD3A07C41472E2.1479FD2FCBE308011B66F55D73A1E95B058BEA62%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a60b7b0622cd6f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEYBtM3zqFHUt3UP9ff062nxWrWQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a60b7b0622cd6f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331973579%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DCAF0D987D85F6B7C614ADC4ACD3A07C41472E2.1479FD2FCBE308011B66F55D73A1E95B058BEA62%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a60b7b0622cd6f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEYBtM3zqFHUt3UP9ff062nxWrWQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-4304657342690610755?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a60b7b0622cd6f3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/4304657342690610755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=4304657342690610755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4304657342690610755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4304657342690610755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7193381282668426373</id><published>2009-01-22T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:15:07.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SXjXEdwblQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8MeGmuXPnKA/s1600-h/Coombs_Family_Nov_2007_053_Sep_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SXjXEdwblQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8MeGmuXPnKA/s320/Coombs_Family_Nov_2007_053_Sep_053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294217833681229058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where did you meet your husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I met Chad when I was 6 years old.  We moved into his ward, and the first time I saw him was at Church.  We ended up being in the same 3rd and 4th grade classes together.   I even saved a Valentine he gave me in 3rd grade (we didn't start dating until we were older)&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;How long did you date before you got married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  We dated a year and a half before we were married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How long have you been married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; 9 1/2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What does he do that surprises you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is my favorite feature on him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  My favorite features on him are his eyes and his smiley.  There are many things about Chad that are very peaceful and calming, but his eyes are number one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is my favorite quality of his?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; He is a wonderful father.  Hannah just adores him and sometimes I love to just watch them interact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Does he have a nickname for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  No, he's not big into nicknames.  It's funny but since we have become parents, most of the time we refer to each other as mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is his favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  H likes a lot of things, but he loves when I make chicken cordon bleu.  He also like Barbeque Chicken Pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is his favorite sport? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As far as playing sports, I would say baseball.  He is a very good outfielder, and can throw the ball from deep center all the way home (at least pre-back injury).  He loves to watch football, baseball, and he is super into mixed martial arts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When &amp;amp; where was your first kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; April 21, 1998.   We went to see Titanic (I know that totally ages us) and when we were in front of his house he leaned over and kissed me (finally!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is your favorite thing to do a s a couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; We usually do most everything as a family, but recently we have tried to spend more time on dates, just the two of us.  We love to go out to dinner and to a movie, but mostly we love to go to the DI and look for old books.  Boring I know, but it is fun to try and find all the old books we loved as kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have any children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, Hannah Joy, 2 years old (she'll be 3 in March)  She is truly a great combination of all things good in both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Does he have any hidden talents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; He doesn't really like people to know that he is an incredible artist.  I mean really amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who said I love you first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  He did.  We were standing in my apartment just after church one Sunday.  It was funny, because I was wanting to tell him and right before I could say it, he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is his favorite music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  He loves anything Rock, sometimes a little harder than I would like.  He is huge into Jimmy Hendrix, Led Zepplin, and the Who.  However, since meeting me, I catch him listening to country every once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you admire most about him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; His heart.  I know cliche, but he is one of the most humble, giving, honest men I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is his favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Orange, but not to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Will he read this?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I will print it out for him, so yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who do you tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Anybody who wants to take a few minutes out of a busy day to think about the person they love the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7193381282668426373?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7193381282668426373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7193381282668426373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7193381282668426373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7193381282668426373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-lucky.html' title='I am so lucky'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SXjXEdwblQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/8MeGmuXPnKA/s72-c/Coombs_Family_Nov_2007_053_Sep_053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7316544926235377474</id><published>2009-01-22T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:57:02.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little brag</title><content type='html'>So I have to just take one post to brag about my extremely intelligent, highly advanced little Hannah.  So the other night we were reading a story before bedtime.  The book is called the Digginest Dog.  For some of you that will really take you back for others of you, you are probably thinking WHAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SXiJI2LdvgI/AAAAAAAAAag/_Xh97QTHJEU/s1600-h/51DR7BCJBYL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SXiJI2LdvgI/AAAAAAAAAag/_Xh97QTHJEU/s320/51DR7BCJBYL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294132147049577986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway there are a bunch of dogs in this book, but only one of them has a name.  After reading the story through one time Hannah decides she is going to read it to me.  So she proceeds to do a nice little picture walk telling me what is happening on each page (advanced I know, but it gets better).  So when she gets to the page with all the dogs on it, she says "Mom, let's give all the dogs a name!"  Ok, that sounds like fun.  She proceeds to name all the other dogs based on what they look like i.e. Tiny, Blackie, Whitie, Wolf Dog, Footprint, etc.  One of the dogs had spots all over and she said, "Mom I think we should call him Spotty, because he is spotty on his body."  Then she says "Spotty and body, they are rhyming words aren't they?"  Then she proceeds to add many other words to her list of rhyming words.  I had to laugh out loud because it just caught me off guard, and made me really proud.  She is such a smart little girl, and my mom reminds me everyday that I am going to have my hands full with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7316544926235377474?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7316544926235377474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7316544926235377474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7316544926235377474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7316544926235377474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-little-brag.html' title='Just a little brag'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SXiJI2LdvgI/AAAAAAAAAag/_Xh97QTHJEU/s72-c/51DR7BCJBYL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3217871365025555188</id><published>2009-01-22T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:41:41.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jaci!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the big day!! Yeah!  I can't believe that you are 21 years old.  That really makes me feel old.  The last couple of days I have looked back and thought of all the fun and crazy things we have done through the years.  You are my best friend and I am so glad we have been able to remain so close all this time.  I really look up to you and admire the person that you are.  I am so grateful of your relationship with Hannah.  You mean the world to her.  &lt;br /&gt;I love you Jac&lt;br /&gt;Here's looking at you kid&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=7e6c7bd905e6f192f5059b" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=7e6c7bd905e6f192f5059b&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=7e6c7bd905e6f192f5059b&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/7e6c7bd905e6f192f5059b/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2641688679136578216-3217871365025555188?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3217871365025555188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3217871365025555188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3217871365025555188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3217871365025555188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-jaci.html' title='Happy Birthday Jaci!!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6012026707224725074</id><published>2009-01-15T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:44:28.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a couple of weeks since the holidays, but I haven't had any time before now to post any Christmas pictures.  We had a very quiet and interesting Christmas this year.  Hannah didn't wake up until 11:00 in the morning on Christmas morning, and when she did wake up, she was really sick.  She opened a few gifts and then went back to bed for a couple of hours.  Around 2:00 she got back up and opened the rest of her gifts.  Luckily when she woke up in the afternoon she was feeling a little bit better and she had an enjoyable time with her gifts.  Hannah is an interesting child in that she doesn't just tear into a gift and throw it aside.  She has to open it, look at it, examine it, and then play with it.  This makes the entire process a little bit longer, but definately more enjoyable for all of us.  It is fun to see her really enjoying her gifts.  Here are a few fun pictures of our holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-qsNfxpQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tdbPqc5-wZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-qsNfxpQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tdbPqc5-wZ4/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291635763697526018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this picture was so cute.  When Hannah came downstairs and saw the tree she just sat in front of it and stared for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-shUpnGnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vn6GWTeVQq8/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-shUpnGnI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vn6GWTeVQq8/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291637775662520946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that Hannah's favorite present was her Batman pajamas and her Batman dolls.  I know with all that work I did making her princess doll clothes, all I really needed to do was  buy new jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-tDW7mayI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-mXWzHDZcbI/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-tDW7mayI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-mXWzHDZcbI/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291638360390396706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Eve we went to our good friend Devin's family ball.  It was a lot of fun to watch Hannah with the other kids.  First of all she loved getting all dressed up.  Secondly, she loves being around other kids.  She is really social.  Michael was a little reluctant to dance with Hannah, but she would not leave him alone until he did.  It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-uAO2GDxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/oy7xDwChBEY/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-uAO2GDxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/oy7xDwChBEY/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291639406191841042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great dancer, I think she gets that from me!! ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-6012026707224725074?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/6012026707224725074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=6012026707224725074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6012026707224725074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6012026707224725074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SW-qsNfxpQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tdbPqc5-wZ4/s72-c/IMG_0910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8080661716107794156</id><published>2009-01-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:32:31.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I have plenty of time but...</title><content type='html'>So Hannah's birthday is coming up (in a couple of months) and I know I have plenty of time, but I get so excited about her birthday.  She has also been really excited about it and talks about it everyday.  I am however, running into a snag and need a little help.  First of all Hannah told us she wanted a Batman Birthday party.  Strange I know.  Anyway, I have been searching everywhere for a Batman cake pan.  Come to find out the last time they made a Batman cake pan was in the 80's which is now considered vintage.  I know it freaked me out too.  In order to buy a vintage cake pan you have to be willing to spend $60.00 which I am not!  After a couple of weeks of searching online, Hannah tells me she wants a princess party.  Not just any princess party, but a Sleeping Beauty party.  Great!! I can do that.  Well, come to find out they don't make Sleeping Beauty Cake pans at all!!  So what is this child trying to do, give me an ulcer when she's only three.  I know I shouldn't be so worried about a three year olds birthday party, but that is just me.  I love birthdays!!  So if any of you out there come across anything by way of Batman or Sleeping Beauty, just let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is one thing that I found which I think is absolutely adorable, but it just comes with the castle pieces, not even the round cake pans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWylyvfmRII/AAAAAAAAAZw/noFaSxIir5E/s1600-h/CD3910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWylyvfmRII/AAAAAAAAAZw/noFaSxIir5E/s320/CD3910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290785953414530178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8080661716107794156?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8080661716107794156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8080661716107794156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8080661716107794156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8080661716107794156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-have-plenty-of-time-but.html' title='I know I have plenty of time but...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWylyvfmRII/AAAAAAAAAZw/noFaSxIir5E/s72-c/CD3910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5061577634890887474</id><published>2009-01-05T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:11:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Posting</title><content type='html'>So you would think that having two weeks off of school would mean that I could post like everyday.  That's what I would think too, but as you can see it has been a while since I have posted.  I hope that all of you had a wonderful Christmas holiday and a very Happy New Year.  After much lamenting, we decided to stay home during the break, and while I was really sad about it, it ended up being a really good thing for us.  I enjoyed spending time with my family among many other things.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my top ten list of my favorite things about Christmas break&lt;br /&gt;10.  Not having to drive in the snow (did I mention that I hate snow)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWNmScBGnZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_vyyVs7gUR0/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWNmScBGnZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_vyyVs7gUR0/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288182854407593362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Playing tea party with Hannah every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWJRTdiryTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lw7RLAv0a44/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287878307275852082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Sewing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Taking a nap almost every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Going shopping the day after Christmas.  (Chad will never understand this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Taking Hannah swimming at the Legacy Center when it was 25 degrees outside (did I mention that I hate the snow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Watching movies in the middle of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Sleeping in (everyday, including Christmas Morning)  Hannah is not old enough to think that she wants to wake up at 5:00 in the morning to open presents yet.  In fact she slept in until 11:00 that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Not thinking about school (well I thought about it, I just never came to school to work on things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Watching Hannah open her gifts on Christmas morning.  She was so excited (even though she was sick) and everything was "exactly what I wanted"  It was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWJPi8hlg0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/hjG_yaoJMtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWJPi8hlg0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/hjG_yaoJMtQ/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287876374267528002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2641688679136578216-5061577634890887474?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5061577634890887474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5061577634890887474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5061577634890887474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5061577634890887474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-posting.html' title='Finally Posting'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SWNmScBGnZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_vyyVs7gUR0/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8627423899693709162</id><published>2008-12-16T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:32:10.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>So I am thinking that I am a little overwhelmed right now.  I feel like I have so much to do in the next week and not enough time to do it.  I know I am not the only person that feels like this right now, but I thought I would complain a little about it.  My major problem is that for some reason this time of year is my most creative time.   I don't know if any of you are like that as well.  I think of all of the fun things I want to make, either to decorate my house with, or as presents for my nieces or for Hannah.  This year my niece Maddison called me and asked me if I would make her a dress for her school talent show.  She is singing the Taylor Swift song called Love Story.  Her request was that I make her a dress like the one Taylor wears in her video.  Of course I couldn't tell her no.  So I head off to the fabric store and try to find a pattern and fabric that would easily replicate this dress (but for a 10 year old).  I was surprised that it was relatively easy.  Anyway, I had to alter the pattern a little bit, but I didn't take into account that I wouldn't need as much fabric.  Needless to say, I had about 3 yards of fabric left over after making the dress.  So what do I decide to do, but make my other niece Brooklynn and Hannah matching dresses out of the same fabric.  While it has been a ton of fun, I have been either teaching school or sewing for the last month or so.  Well all my work has paid off and I have three beautiful dresses to show for it.  Hannah was able to wear her dress to church on Sunday and she looked absolutely beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUgdO1zd9PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7eFw56wWVIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUgdO1zd9PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7eFw56wWVIQ/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280502703890232562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8627423899693709162?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8627423899693709162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8627423899693709162' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8627423899693709162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8627423899693709162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUgdO1zd9PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7eFw56wWVIQ/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3336601737824886006</id><published>2008-12-16T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:34:32.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Traditions</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks at school we have been talking about family traditions during the holidays.  I sent home a letter to parents for them to sign up for a 20 minute time period to come to school and share one of their families favorite traditions.  I was actually surprised at the response.  Everyday, we have had at least two families share sometimes as many as four.  What also has surprised me is the number of dads that come with their wives to share.  It has been a lot of fun for me to see the different things that other families do to bring in the spirit of the holiday.  Last Friday, my mom and dad actually came into my class and helped me share one of my favorite family traditions.  The thing I remember most about the holidays is getting matching pajamas on Christmas Eve with my four sisters.  Then we would all have a big slumber party in one of our rooms and stay up all night.  I showed my kids some pictures of me as a kid with my sisters in front of the tree in our pajamas.  They got a real kick out of that.  Here are some of the pictures that I shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4A-lHuFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Q4FXYQbG39U/s1600-h/85.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4A-lHuFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Q4FXYQbG39U/s320/85.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280391415053400146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4BOW8RHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RUW-R6BWCe4/s1600-h/89.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4BOW8RHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RUW-R6BWCe4/s320/89.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280391419288896626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4m6d5NRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ydrq3WJKHOo/s1600-h/98.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4m6d5NRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ydrq3WJKHOo/s320/98.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280392066784376082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4wvqhATI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kvbAkuEBGpg/s1600-h/2004.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4wvqhATI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kvbAkuEBGpg/s320/2004.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280392235683217714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Funny Huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favorite traditions is making Almond Rocca.  Maybe it's because I love eating it so much.  Well for Family Night last night I taught Hannah how to make it.  her job was to sprinkle the almonds on the pan before we poured the candy on the sheet and after the chocolate was melted.  She thought this was the coolest thing ever.  After a while she looked at me and said, "Mom, thanks for making candy with me."  She is so sweet I know.  I told her that it was a lot of fun for me and that I used to do it with my mom when I was little.  Then she says, "And now I'm doing it with my mom!"  It was really sweet and it made me realize how Thankful I am for families and the times that we spend together.  So please comment and share some of the things that you do with your family to make the holidays a little more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe6S8GeZEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iYN9zWUJ2ic/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe6S8GeZEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iYN9zWUJ2ic/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280393922648892482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Hannah making candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe68b1aDbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6k7OEB1oXU8/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe68b1aDbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6k7OEB1oXU8/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280394635541876146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad gets the hard job of stirring the candy forever.  Like I said I am out of shape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3336601737824886006?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3336601737824886006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3336601737824886006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3336601737824886006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3336601737824886006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-traditions.html' title='Family Traditions'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SUe4A-lHuFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Q4FXYQbG39U/s72-c/85.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-9149154350023840108</id><published>2008-12-16T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:10:15.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Here is a shout out to my good friend Nisha.  I went to her house last night to work out and well after 20 minutes I was done working out (I am so out of shape) and so I asked her to help me re-vamp my blog.  As you can see the finished product is so cute!  Thank you Nisha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-9149154350023840108?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/9149154350023840108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=9149154350023840108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9149154350023840108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9149154350023840108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/12/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6000693203925234936</id><published>2008-12-15T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:19:21.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all of you and your suggestions for the Ariel Baby doll.  I was actually able to find one at Target.  Now let's hope she doesn't come up with anything new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-6000693203925234936?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/6000693203925234936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=6000693203925234936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6000693203925234936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6000693203925234936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-9018867743275187485</id><published>2008-12-09T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:05:33.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have been hearing over and over again the last couple of weeks from several different people that they can't get into Christmas because it's not snowing yet.  I personally say that this feels exactly like Christmas to me and I am grateful that it hasn't started snowing.  The last couple of weeks have been filled with "normal" Christmas time happenings.  First of all we took Hannah to see Santa Claus at the mall.  I was a little nervous about this because last year she totally flipped out.  Needless to say, I spent the whole car ride down to Orem prepping her and letting her know if she doesn't tell Santa what she wants for Christmas, she might not get what she wants.  Well she did great.  I could see her talking and laughing with the big guy, but unfortunately I couldn't hear what she was saying.  Afterwards, I asked her what she told him and she informed me that she asked for candy (check), books (check) and an Ariel baby doll (what!!)  that is the first I have heard of this.  I had to clarify this one, so I asked her you mean like the Barbie doll you already have.  She looked at me all disgusted and then said, now mom a baby doll, that I can hold and rock.  Oh great, where am I going to find one of those?  Do they even make such a thing?  If anybody out there knows of such a thing (that is inexpensive, because I was supposed to be done with her) just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ST6HFIxC2yI/AAAAAAAAASk/b9WKYeUn4qw/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ST6HFIxC2yI/AAAAAAAAASk/b9WKYeUn4qw/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277804335647087394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ST6I6ZZniRI/AAAAAAAAASs/Yjm2BJwvaqk/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ST6I6ZZniRI/AAAAAAAAASs/Yjm2BJwvaqk/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806350156925202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-9018867743275187485?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/9018867743275187485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=9018867743275187485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9018867743275187485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9018867743275187485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ST6HFIxC2yI/AAAAAAAAASk/b9WKYeUn4qw/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5734322810438388019</id><published>2008-12-01T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:31:24.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/STRXpt6PThI/AAAAAAAAASc/w69dTLyz8dM/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/STRXpt6PThI/AAAAAAAAASc/w69dTLyz8dM/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274937437767814674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago, Hannah ended up going to Activity Days with me because Chad was doing something else.  Anyway, for our activity we talked about Gratitude.  I had the girls look through magazines and cut out pictures of things that they were grateful for.  To my surprise, Hannah got totally into it and she was able to identify many things she was thankful for such as princesses, necklaces, juice boxes etc.  It was very cute and her collage has been hanging on the fridge ever since.  Over the next couple of weeks she has continued to notice things around her that she is thankful for.  Instead of saying I like this, or I like that, she says "Mom, I am thankful for this or that"  It is really quite cute.  Last night as I was tucking her into bed she looked at me and said Mom, I am thankful for you and for daddy, but I am especially thankful for Jesus."  Needless to say, I couldn't help but feel extremely blessed.  Hannah can be such a sweet girl and it scares me sometimes at how intuitive she is.  I am thankful for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5734322810438388019?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5734322810438388019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5734322810438388019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5734322810438388019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5734322810438388019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/STRXpt6PThI/AAAAAAAAASc/w69dTLyz8dM/s72-c/IMG_0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7306472770985202858</id><published>2008-11-21T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:10:02.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SSbPPLwqPkI/AAAAAAAAASU/1qLJSWPF_hQ/s1600-h/ColorFinal300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SSbPPLwqPkI/AAAAAAAAASU/1qLJSWPF_hQ/s320/ColorFinal300.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271128273645616706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we took Hannah to Lehi High School to see their production of Beauty and the Beast.  I have to say I was totally impressed.  Now you have to know something about me.  I was a total drama geek in high school and totally into this kind of stuff.  There was always one major problem though and that was that our theater program was really lacking in a lot of ways.  We didn't have the means or the support to do anything so cool.  Just to give you a mental picture, at one point we performed one of our plays in a rented retail space at the local strip mall where we had to build a stage.  That's how pathetic it was.  Anyway, enough about me, this play was really great.  They had great costumes, sets, effects and the main characters all did a fantastic job.  Hannah of course loved it (all except when the Beast yelled).  All in all it was a great evening and I highly recommend to anyone in the area to go.  It was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SSbOuLmi2XI/AAAAAAAAASM/90_QSqByldo/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SSbOuLmi2XI/AAAAAAAAASM/90_QSqByldo/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127706667506034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7306472770985202858?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7306472770985202858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7306472770985202858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7306472770985202858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7306472770985202858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SSbPPLwqPkI/AAAAAAAAASU/1qLJSWPF_hQ/s72-c/ColorFinal300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3210063453995464987</id><published>2008-11-13T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:08:10.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRx60ddFjfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lsUNY9dalQI/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRx60ddFjfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lsUNY9dalQI/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268220705795050994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From This...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRx6-nfEysI/AAAAAAAAASE/4IEpBNDXTwI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRx6-nfEysI/AAAAAAAAASE/4IEpBNDXTwI/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268220880286436034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To This!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of you know that our little Hannah is crazy about princesses.  She has always been all things girl, that is until just recently.  It all started a couple of weeks ago when Chad was just flipping through the channels on TV.  He stopped to watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Well it is safe to say Hannah was mesmorized.  She had never seen anything like it.  She was full of questions and Chad patiently answered all of them.  I know he was thinking to himself, "This is great, my little girl is into the same things I am into."  After that Hannah wanted to watch Hulk all the time.  Of course it was never on when she was able to watch it!  So Chad decides to introduce her to his collection of Batman cartoons.  The life of my sweet little girl will never again be the same.  She absolutely loves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BAT MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  She wants to watch it all of the time.  I don't know how many of you have watched Bat Man recently, but it is in my opinion too scary for her to watch.  Chad on the other hand doesn't agree with me because he still thinks its really cool that he has an excuse to watch the cartoons he loves most again.  At dinner time we have conversations about Scarecrow, and The Mad Hatter, Clay Man and the Joker.  I of course have no idea what the two of them are talking about so I try to change the subject.  You would think in a family of two girls and one boy I wouldn't feel so outnumbered.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night we went to the local community center to go swimming and when we got there we noticed they were having a boutique.  As we walked past the entrance Hannah spied nothing else but a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;BATMAN CAPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  She was falling all over it and saying over and over again that she just had to have one.  So forget the dollhouse, I think I am going to have to make my sweet little princess a Bat Man cape for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3210063453995464987?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3210063453995464987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3210063453995464987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3210063453995464987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3210063453995464987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sweet-little-princess.html' title='My Sweet Little Princess'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRx60ddFjfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lsUNY9dalQI/s72-c/IMG_0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7920659246734282199</id><published>2008-11-10T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:42:41.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Doll House for Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRiAmI9vIeI/AAAAAAAAARk/hmNsefJRL5w/s1600-h/t300_2bc003efcfba1254de922f97e2d51705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRiAmI9vIeI/AAAAAAAAARk/hmNsefJRL5w/s320/t300_2bc003efcfba1254de922f97e2d51705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101156939604450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was talking to my sister Jaci and she told me about a doll house they sell at Country Loft that is so cute.  I immediately got to thinking about getting it for Hannah for Christmas.  The deal is that I work at Country Loft a few hours a week doing displays.  For the amount of hours that I work I get trade in either inventory or preschool payment for Hannah.  So I worked it out that I could work 2 hours a week from now until Christmas and pay for the doll house and all the fun accessories.  When I got home and talked to Chad about it, he wasn't thrilled.  He tried to explain to me that even though it is trading hours for the doll house, it is still paying for it, and we don't need to do so much for her for Christmas.  Don't get me wrong I totally understand where he is coming from, my only dellema is that I don't know if I would ever be able to afford to actually buy her this kind of dollhouse and I know she would love it.  So what should I do.  Please vote to the right and/or comment to let me know what you think I should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7920659246734282199?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7920659246734282199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7920659246734282199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7920659246734282199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7920659246734282199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/11/doll-house-for-hannah.html' title='A Doll House for Hannah'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SRiAmI9vIeI/AAAAAAAAARk/hmNsefJRL5w/s72-c/t300_2bc003efcfba1254de922f97e2d51705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8456001358759474079</id><published>2008-11-10T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:25:55.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 going on 20</title><content type='html'>So I came home from school on Friday  and had the most interesting conversation with my sweet little 20 year old, oh I mean 2 year old.  This is how the conversation went&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Hannah&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:  Hi mom, how was your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  It was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Oh!  Thank you so much for telling me that story about your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e:  How was your day Hannah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It was kind of long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Why do you think it was so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Well, daddy was yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  Why do you think he was yelling at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Probably because I peed and pooped my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Oh maybe you should try going potty in the toilet instead of your pants and daddy won't yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hannah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah your probably right.  I will try that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were having this conversation, I was trying really hard not to laugh.  As I have thought about it since, I thought I should really appreciate this level of reasoning in a conversation considering once she hits about 10 there will be no reasoning with her at all and I won't have a clue what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope this makes you laugh as much as it did me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8456001358759474079?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8456001358759474079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8456001358759474079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8456001358759474079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8456001358759474079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-going-on-20.html' title='2 going on 20'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-8777121896982980937</id><published>2008-10-31T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:10:11.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQuCO0vs6YI/AAAAAAAAARc/WS2sJW6-ts4/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQuCO0vs6YI/AAAAAAAAARc/WS2sJW6-ts4/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263443780701055362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQuCOvu6jnI/AAAAAAAAARU/fCTdgCZX3CM/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQuCOvu6jnI/AAAAAAAAARU/fCTdgCZX3CM/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263443779355577970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have never been a really big fan of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I have to say as a school teacher I love it!  Let me explain by saying I do not love the days leading up to it at school, but I do love the actual day!  It is so fun to see all of the kids in their costumes, and their excitement.  In the last couple of years I have also learned that first graders have no clue who classic characters are.  Last year as a team we all dressed up as Wizard of Oz characters, and this year we are all Alice in Wonderland characters.  I have decided if you aren't Hannah Montana, Spiderman, or Iron Man they just don't know who you are!  Anyway we are having a lot of fun and here are some pictures to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsv2FotpaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1r2uz4dixtY/s1600-h/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsv2FotpaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1r2uz4dixtY/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263353195784938914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Grade Team- Hidden Hollow 2008-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-8777121896982980937?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/8777121896982980937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=8777121896982980937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8777121896982980937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/8777121896982980937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQuCO0vs6YI/AAAAAAAAARc/WS2sJW6-ts4/s72-c/IMG_0782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5832422132791812320</id><published>2008-10-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:26:18.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>So we have figured out that if we take Hannah to get her pictures done on her birthday and around Halloween time, that gives us professional pictures every six months or so.  This year Hannah has been so excited to dress up as Sleeping Beauty!  I think she has been talking about it since June.  Anyway here are the latest pictures.  She is two and a half in these (give or take a couple of weeks!)  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYAJ9aLKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aIlDHN6vXkU/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYAJ9aLKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aIlDHN6vXkU/s320/sleeping+beauty+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045505488399522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoX__hnTQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HX8AD59zqzo/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoX__hnTQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HX8AD59zqzo/s320/sleeping+beauty+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045502687464706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoX-yizSVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/A0jB5f4K3vw/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoX-yizSVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/A0jB5f4K3vw/s320/sleeping+beauty+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045482022914386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYR_6wdcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NEg4rWmmOtE/s1600-h/two+and+a+half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYR_6wdcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NEg4rWmmOtE/s320/two+and+a+half.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045812030567874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYRjbwifI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PFnFTs5qv9Q/s1600-h/two+and+a+half+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYRjbwifI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PFnFTs5qv9Q/s320/two+and+a+half+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045804384356850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYRcJYzSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CACF_th_zgo/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYRcJYzSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CACF_th_zgo/s320/sleeping+beauty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045802428255522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5832422132791812320?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5832422132791812320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5832422132791812320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5832422132791812320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5832422132791812320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQoYAJ9aLKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aIlDHN6vXkU/s72-c/sleeping+beauty+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-9216673561131143508</id><published>2008-10-30T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:06:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things happen at night!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsexH6z3jI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8xSqHGSDcb4/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsexH6z3jI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8xSqHGSDcb4/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334418800696882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsew_k02cI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jKwYTudKRDA/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsew_k02cI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jKwYTudKRDA/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334416561002946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are many members of the Coombs family that come alive at night, especially when they are young.  (Not mentioning any names Uncle Terry)  Anyway, since Hannah has always been a really good sleeper, I was hoping she wouldn't be one of those kids that got up in the middle of the night and did strange things.  Well, I can officially say that Hannah falls into the category of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;things that go bump in the night&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Last night, I guess you could say early this morning, around 2:30 I woke up and Hannah's bedroom light was on.  I yelled from my bed, Hannah what are you doing?  To which she answered Mom, I need to play dress ups but I can't find my pink dress.  I quickly got out of bed to talk to her.  Of coarse she was wide awake and wanting to play.  After a couple of minutes we reached a compromise where she could wear her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; dress up to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought all was well and taken care of until about 4:15.  Again I woke up to Hannah's light being on.  When I looked up to see what was going on, I saw Hannah standing right next to my bed.  This time she had not only her pink dress up on, but also her tiara, gloves, shoes and wand in hand.  When I asked her what she was doing, she replied "I am waking you from the spell"  Because I was so out of it, I said "What spell?"  She calmly answered "Your sleeping spell, please give me a kiss!"  This was just too much for me, I had to start laughing.  Again I had to convince her that it was night time and not time to be playing.  This time I wasn't as lucky and I couldn't convince her to take her tiara, or shoes off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-9216673561131143508?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/9216673561131143508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=9216673561131143508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9216673561131143508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/9216673561131143508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/10/strange-things-happen-at-night.html' title='Strange things happen at night!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQsexH6z3jI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8xSqHGSDcb4/s72-c/IMG_0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-6191385571211786893</id><published>2008-10-27T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:25:49.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Soup!</title><content type='html'>So I don't know about any of you, but Halloween is not really my favorite holiday.  Since becoming a school teacher, I have learned that I'd better start liking it or just be miserable for the entire month of October. (since that is all first graders want to talk about as soon as it turns October).  Anyway, so last week we were reading in our poetry books about Halloween Soup.  As we were reading I suddenly got a great idea.  We were going to make Halloween soup at school.  So the first thing I did was have the kids help me make a shopping list (of course making lists is on the state core).  And then I told them that I was going to go to the store and see if I could find all of the things that I needed.  So the poem mentions things like chicken ears, lizard tongues, zebra toes, spider tails (I know spiders don't have tails), etc.  My next job was a bit harder and that was finding candy that went along with each item in the poem.  I have to say I didn't get everything, but most things.  The funniest part of the whole thing was that I totally had my kids freaked out.  That is all they wanted to talk about for the entire week.  A couple of kids said that their moms wanted the reciepe, others said that they wern't allowed to eat it.  It was hillarious.  I have to admit that for a short moment I actually liked Halloween.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients that I used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjTcTo3UI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iuechWcM78I/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjTcTo3UI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iuechWcM78I/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261932031552052546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjTNoEIII/AAAAAAAAAPM/XH9fBP-kn0w/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjTNoEIII/AAAAAAAAAPM/XH9fBP-kn0w/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261932027611193474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjn0B1dVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KSt0Ero_nU8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjn0B1dVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KSt0Ero_nU8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261932381517215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjntLLgPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3pdWF0kG8go/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjntLLgPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3pdWF0kG8go/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261932379677360370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-6191385571211786893?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/6191385571211786893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=6191385571211786893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6191385571211786893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/6191385571211786893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-soup.html' title='Halloween Soup!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SQYjTcTo3UI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iuechWcM78I/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4907156750698156860</id><published>2008-09-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:50:36.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>So I know it has been a totally long time since I have posted anything new.  Not that nothing new has been going on, actually to the contrary.  There has been so much going on that I don't have the time to post.  So I thought I would just share a few pictures and update you on a few of the happenings in the Coombs household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOJuk9gZ_5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/DcCCrJAk8b8/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOJuk9gZ_5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/DcCCrJAk8b8/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881696732250002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah really enjoyed watching the Olympics.  Her favorite of course was the gymnastics.  I can't say that I blame her.  Anyway she came downstairs one day with her leotard on and her metal that she got from swimming lessons on.  She then informed me that she was a gymnastics winner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOTrPLhYKXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FByv_OMfcNw/s1600-h/IMG_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOTrPLhYKXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FByv_OMfcNw/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252581711444191602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOTrbsaniXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/u9tvllxtC3I/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOTrbsaniXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/u9tvllxtC3I/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252581926432639346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah has started preschool and she absolutely loves it.  She can't wait to get there and she fights Chad everyday when it's time to go home.  Her favorite thing to talk about is her school friends and Miss. Clarissa.  The other day she informed me that she has bones in her face and hands.  When I asked her if she has bones in her feet as well.  She put her foot right in her face and then said "I totally do mom."  I later realized that they were learning about their bodies at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOTs9U31WOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Am3-oXSnSWE/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOTs9U31WOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Am3-oXSnSWE/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252583603739908322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am at a brand new school this year, we went about three weeks without a playground.  For weeks my students would write in their journals about the new playground and how excited they were for it to be finished.  When it was finally ready for them to play on it looked like a million little ants on a crumb of bread.  I was actually really impressed with how well behaved they were and how they all just waited their turn.  It was really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-4907156750698156860?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/4907156750698156860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=4907156750698156860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4907156750698156860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4907156750698156860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SOJuk9gZ_5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/DcCCrJAk8b8/s72-c/IMG_0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3169248882477686348</id><published>2008-09-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:20:10.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a day makes</title><content type='html'>I don't know really what to say with this post, except that I am so excited!  Just take a look for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEs0g5-SYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/igWD6S9fLWg/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEs0g5-SYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/igWD6S9fLWg/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247024321561250178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEs1Dq9mqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h20Uqif-F9c/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEs1Dq9mqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h20Uqif-F9c/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247024330893531810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEt87gCNwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GV5Me3VAqJw/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEt87gCNwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GV5Me3VAqJw/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247025565650794242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3169248882477686348?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3169248882477686348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3169248882477686348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3169248882477686348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3169248882477686348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a difference a day makes'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SNEs0g5-SYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/igWD6S9fLWg/s72-c/IMG_0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5461814454138599483</id><published>2008-09-03T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:10:10.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8LCkSPjqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/17gsvVr_mSI/s1600-h/617HV5-VkYL._SL160_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8LCkSPjqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/17gsvVr_mSI/s320/617HV5-VkYL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241920630010384034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to post this to my Hannah says section of the blog, but it is too long of  a story, so here goes.  Hannah's new favorite thing to do is read stories to herself.  As a first grade teacher, (and a biased mother) I would have to say that she is really good at looking at the pictures and telling an accurate story based on what is going on in the picture.  Anyway, her favorite books right now are the "If you give a mouse a cookie" series.  Recently her story telling has sounded something like this... Once upon a time there was a princess, and "Chances are" she didn't like her stepmother.  It really cracks me up that she inserts the "Chances are" line from her favorite books into each story.  Anyway yesterday she was reading a book she has about turkeys and this is what she says... "If you give a turkey a waddle, chances are, she'll want a neck!"  &lt;br /&gt;Isn't she the most clever girl ever.  I have to say that I couldn't stop laughing at her.  I hope this gives you at least one thing to laugh about today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5461814454138599483?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5461814454138599483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5461814454138599483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5461814454138599483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5461814454138599483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/09/chances-are.html' title='Chances Are?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8LCkSPjqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/17gsvVr_mSI/s72-c/617HV5-VkYL._SL160_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7890405813245479253</id><published>2008-08-12T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:58:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Fun</title><content type='html'>All summer we have been looking forward to our trip to California, and most importantly to Disneyland.  That is all Hannah has been talking about for months.  I have to admit, I was looking forward to it, but it was a little bitter sweet.  It was sweet in that I knew Hannah was going to love it and I was excited to see her little dreams come true.  It was bitter in that I knew once it was over that marked the end of my summer and back to the grindstone.  &lt;br /&gt;Well the trip went on without a glitch and we had a wonderful time.  One of the highlights was a Princess dinner full of fun and visits from the very best, i.e. Ariel, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella and Snow White.  Hannah could not stop smiling and was such a little princess herself.  I loved to watch her and her little eyes light up.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pictures that show her great excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8IYFIP2lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vHjD29Ul_CI/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8IYFIP2lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vHjD29Ul_CI/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241917701069199954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8IYjQBjwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CdIAQcp5dYE/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8IYjQBjwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/CdIAQcp5dYE/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241917709154881282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7890405813245479253?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7890405813245479253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7890405813245479253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7890405813245479253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7890405813245479253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/08/disneyland-fun.html' title='Disneyland Fun'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SL8IYFIP2lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vHjD29Ul_CI/s72-c/IMG_0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2721404034277868772</id><published>2008-07-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:19:58.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Hannah</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been trying to download all of our home videos onto my computer and put them all into one movie so that I can burn them onto a DVD.  it has been a lot of fun to watch Hannah as a baby and growing up.  She loves it!!  Her new favorite topic of conversation is when she was a baby.  She asks a million questions about things that she did, or things she didn't know how to do as a baby.  It is really fun.  Anyway, through the process I have realized that I haven't taken any video of her recently.  So, I got the camera out yesterday and taped her doing two of her favorite things (singing and twirling).  I hope you all enjoy and you don't get to dizzy watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=65bb948465b4d4d8e7ce1d" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=65bb948465b4d4d8e7ce1d&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=65bb948465b4d4d8e7ce1d&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/65bb948465b4d4d8e7ce1d/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" 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/&gt;- He draws pictures with her on her art easel&lt;br /&gt;- He teaches her about animals and takes her exploring by the lake&lt;br /&gt;- He lets her help in the garden even if she makes more of a mess than he would like&lt;br /&gt;- He loves her and kisses her all over every day&lt;br /&gt;- He loves her mom and works really hard&lt;br /&gt;- He has a testimony and shares it by the way he lives his life&lt;br /&gt;- He says prayers and tucks her into bed every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/view_slideshow_player?p=62521880209ee4f9b044bd" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="500" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=62521880209ee4f9b044bd&amp;skin_id=405&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-953985031250258271</id><published>2008-06-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:20:22.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I didn't get to ride the pink one!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took Hannah to Seven Peaks water park in Provo.  I was a little leery of taking her because she is so little, but since we have been going to the Legacy Center this summer, she has gotten braver each time we go.  She loves the water slide there so we thought why not.  She absolutely loved it.  As we drove up to the park she saw all the slides and the first thing she said is "I want to go on the pink one."  Not because it looked fun to her but because it is pink and that is her only criteria.  Well it turns out that she is too short to go on that particular slide, so it was a great disappointment to her.  Multiple times throughout the day, she would ask again if she could go on the pink slide.  Since then when anybody asks her about her trip to Seven Peaks the first thing she says is "I didn't get to go on the pink slide!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhtdV2x2SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qN2xsQQyXV0/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhtdV2x2SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qN2xsQQyXV0/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213036919531886882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun to watch her get so excited about being there.  As we walked up to go on the first slide, she looked at me and said,"Mom, this is going to be a great day!  Thanks for bringing me here."  I know, I know I have a really sweet little girl.&lt;br /&gt;She loved going on the slides and wasn't afraid at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhvIu3z62I/AAAAAAAAANY/1BXjZ39oEYg/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhvIu3z62I/AAAAAAAAANY/1BXjZ39oEYg/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213038764493106018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of how brave she was being.  On one of our trips down a slide, when our tube went particularly high up the side of the slide, Hannah yelled out "I am flying like a bird!"  It was so cute and I had to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day of many firsts for Hannah.  Her first time to a water park, and she also tried cotton candy for the first time.  I am still not sure which one she liked the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhwM8S9-QI/AAAAAAAAANo/R9SdhS7MkXA/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhwM8S9-QI/AAAAAAAAANo/R9SdhS7MkXA/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213039936327776514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhwL4XYUSI/AAAAAAAAANg/kiBmIA6Aan4/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhwL4XYUSI/AAAAAAAAANg/kiBmIA6Aan4/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213039918092669218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-953985031250258271?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/953985031250258271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=953985031250258271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/953985031250258271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/953985031250258271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-i-didnt-get-to-ride-pink-one.html' title='But I didn&apos;t get to ride the pink one!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhtdV2x2SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qN2xsQQyXV0/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5626944882002468388</id><published>2008-06-17T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:24:21.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always fun when Grammy comes to visit</title><content type='html'>Chad's parents got here the other day for a visit.  It is always so much fun when they come and it is all that Hannah has been able to talk about for the past several days.  They got here on Saturday night and we went down to Provo to visit them at Grandma Greats house.  Hannah was really excited to see them all and of course she got even more excited when she saw all the fun presents that Grammy brought her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhq8t36QPI/AAAAAAAAANI/iqUgSlHop5I/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhq8t36QPI/AAAAAAAAANI/iqUgSlHop5I/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213034160020144370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is fun that even though Grammy lives so far away, she always knows what Hannah would love best.  These dress ups are so perfect, and she hasn't taken them off for very long at all.  Let me tell you it was a real struggle when we were getting ready for church to convince a 2 year old that a purple boa and patriotic crown are not appropriate for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhxs1fEcpI/AAAAAAAAANw/2Pv_C5jO_6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhxs1fEcpI/AAAAAAAAANw/2Pv_C5jO_6Q/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213041583766925970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5626944882002468388?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5626944882002468388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5626944882002468388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5626944882002468388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5626944882002468388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-always-fun-when-grammy-comes-to.html' title='It&apos;s always fun when Grammy comes to visit'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFhq8t36QPI/AAAAAAAAANI/iqUgSlHop5I/s72-c/IMG_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3400752774533476725</id><published>2008-06-14T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:54:31.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping a 2 year old entertained!</title><content type='html'>So this will probably be the most random post so far.  The last couple of days have been really fun and so I just thought I would share some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFPzNYgjMXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/N3JNjm2Gouc/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFPzNYgjMXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/N3JNjm2Gouc/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211776605040619890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFPzNzxM1YI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yZnpHb9g2NA/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFPzNzxM1YI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yZnpHb9g2NA/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211776612358215042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for many of you out there who have two year olds, it is a never ending quest to find something to keep them occupied for longer than 5 minutes.  For me I think I have found the trick.  Last summer we bought Hannah a sandbox and put it together.  However, we never put sand in it and it sat all year just being destroyed by the wonderful Utah weather.  So a few weeks ago, chad sanded the whole thing and sealed it so that we could put sand in it.  It has proven to be a fantastic purchase.  Hannah will stay outside and play in the sandbox for hours.  I can work in the house and she will just entertain herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to Liberty Park with Brett and Jaci.  It is such a cute little park and Hannah could stay there for hours.  There is this little man-made stream that goes through the park that the kids love to play in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFP1_GAIcpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_GXlOB1vf9A/s1600-h/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFP1_GAIcpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_GXlOB1vf9A/s320/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211779658089525906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hannah of course was no exception.  Being the type-A personality that Hannah is, she immediately started cleaning all the leaves out of the stream.  Before we knew it, all of the kids playing were cleaning out the leaves.  Brett saw this as an opportunity to see if the kids could outlast the current in the stream by throwing leaves upstream and watching the kids chase after them.  The kids were having a great time and it was fun to watch Brett enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFP2_yqnncI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ClYX4bXeLH8/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFP2_yqnncI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ClYX4bXeLH8/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211780769590517186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah trying to catch the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFP3BI73maI/AAAAAAAAAMw/N1816tTs2qM/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFP3BI73maI/AAAAAAAAAMw/N1816tTs2qM/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211780792748317090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got one mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3400752774533476725?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3400752774533476725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3400752774533476725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3400752774533476725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3400752774533476725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/06/keeping-2-year-old-occupied.html' title='Keeping a 2 year old entertained!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFPzNYgjMXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/N3JNjm2Gouc/s72-c/IMG_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2933936699385160469</id><published>2008-06-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:40:06.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Posting</title><content type='html'>So, I know it has been a really long time since I have posted.  You would tink that now that I am out of school, I would have plenty of time to sit around and post all of the time.  I actually can’t tell you where all of my time is going.  Anyway here is an update on our  lives and what has been going on for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;1. School got out on Friday, May 30th at 10:15.  That was a really surreal experience for me.  The morning track came at 8:00 and then left at 9:30.  We were so rushed all morning that when it was time for them to go home it was just like any other day just send them off on their way.  It was only after they left that I realized that I wouldn’t have them in class again.  And then when B Track went home at 10:15, it was kind of the same thing.  A couple of the kids started to cry, which made me cry too.  Actually I was holding back the tears all day.  I think it was a combination of knowing that I wouldn’t be their teacher anymore as well as knowing that I wouldn’t be teaching at that school anymore.  I have made some really good friends and it was a wonderful experience to have my first year of teaching at Pony Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFFWn_kbIXI/AAAAAAAAALc/BNSIyItE3hs/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFFWn_kbIXI/AAAAAAAAALc/BNSIyItE3hs/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211041488923468146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After school got out Chad came over and helped me pack up my classroom.  After a few hours (9 to be exact) we loaded up the last of it and headed home to unload it all there.  What a job I have ahead of me, going through everything before I set it all up at the new school.  Yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFFXU9m5WtI/AAAAAAAAALk/GTkYL0HfTJU/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFFXU9m5WtI/AAAAAAAAALk/GTkYL0HfTJU/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211042261491079890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On Tuesday, June 3rd, I got to take Hannah to her gymnastics class.  So far Chad has played the “mom” part of the “mom and tot” class, but now that I am out of school I get to play that role.  It was a lot of fun.  Hannah loves it so much and she gets so excited to be on all of the equipment.  I haven’t seen her get this excited about something since she first discovered candy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chad, Hannah and I have been doing a lot of swimming.  When I say a lot, I mean like every day!  Whenever we wake up and ask Hannah what she wants to do, she of course says go swimming.  She is getting to be a great swimmer, and every time we go she gets more and more confident.  &lt;br /&gt;5. I have been working like crazy on making a movie for my dad for Father’s Day.  It was an idea that Jaci thought of and it just kind of became my project after that.  I have spend hours going to my moms and looking through pictures that will document his life as a Father and Grandfather.  It has taken a little bit longer that I thought because as we look through pictures, we have to tell the stories that go along with them.  It has been a really fun process.  As I was finishing the project, I thought it would be fun to insert a quote or memory of dad/grandpa from all of his family members.  This particular part has been really fun for me.  It is interesting to see what is important or considered memorable to different people.  My favorite memory is one told by my nephew Nick.  He tells of the time when Grandpa pulled his very first loose tooth, and the one next to it that wasn’t even loose.  This is funny to me because my dad was the neighborhood tooth puller.  Kids from all around would come and ask him to pull their tooth.  I never understood how he did it, first of all because it is disgusting, secondly my dad has the hugest sausage fingers I have ever seen.  It seemed physiologically impossible.  I guess Nick’s experience proves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is a brief update on what we have been doing over the last couple of weeks.  I know we have done plenty more but I can’t really think of it and this post is a little longer than most people want to read anyway, so there you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-2933936699385160469?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2933936699385160469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2933936699385160469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2933936699385160469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2933936699385160469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-posting.html' title='Finally Posting'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SFFWn_kbIXI/AAAAAAAAALc/BNSIyItE3hs/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-1209208510174038604</id><published>2008-05-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:26:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SDSTHY5TzQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gXTixxLzeBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SDSTHY5TzQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gXTixxLzeBQ/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202945224670956802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture says a thousand words.  We were at Jaci and Brett's house last night and Hannah found this wig.  She put it on and was dancing around laughing hysterically.  Jaci started calling her Thing 1.  Hannah of course corrected her and said, "I'm not 1 Jaci, I am 2 duh!" (A word that Jaci taught her of course).  So for the rest of the night, Hannah was walking around the house with this wig on, referring to herself as Thing 2.&lt;br /&gt;She is such a silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SDSTHo5TzRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UEpQrQx8ye4/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SDSTHo5TzRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UEpQrQx8ye4/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202945228965924114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-1209208510174038604?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/1209208510174038604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=1209208510174038604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1209208510174038604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1209208510174038604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-hair.html' title='Crazy Hair'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SDSTHY5TzQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gXTixxLzeBQ/s72-c/IMG_0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-4175358936882603552</id><published>2008-05-15T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:24:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned from a Kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCz-bY5TzPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R_7xdZtl5g8/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCz-bY5TzPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R_7xdZtl5g8/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200811416198827250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was kite day and as I was outside with 12 first graders i learned a few valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;1.  There is nothing a little bit of tape can't fix.  While we were out there flying kites, I had about three kites break and a couple of kids crying about it.  It is amazing that with a couple of inches of tape and a few minutes later, we were all smiles again and back in the game.&lt;br /&gt;2.  First graders are really a whole lot more capable than I sometimes give them credit for.  I have to admit I was a little bit nervous about going outside with a bunch of first graders to fly kites, but to my surprise they were wonderful.  I thought I was going to have to help all twelve of them at one time.  To my surprise, as soon as we got outside the kids were running and the kites were soaring.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I learned that the winds in Eagle Mountain are actually good for something other than tearing the shingles off your roof.  The day was great and the winds were perfect for kite flying.  &lt;br /&gt;4.  My students really care about each other and are really great at working things out.  With so many quarrels and tattle tales throughout the days, weeks and months I was beginning to think that my kids just had it out for each other.  i have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised today.  At one point two of the kites got tangled together and by the time I got over there to help, the kids were already working it out.  They had the kites pulled down and they were beginning to untangle.  I had to stand back for a minute and listen to their conversation, wondering all the while if these were really my kids.  It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCz-a45TzOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jT7W2hduDm8/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCz-a45TzOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jT7W2hduDm8/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200811407608892642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-4175358936882603552?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/4175358936882603552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=4175358936882603552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4175358936882603552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/4175358936882603552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-i-learned-from-kite.html' title='Things I learned from a Kite'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCz-bY5TzPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R_7xdZtl5g8/s72-c/IMG_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5994560017625486572</id><published>2008-05-11T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:08:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Day</title><content type='html'>Well it is the end of the school year and I like the students am ready for a break.  Since grades are due this Friday, and I have most of my testing finished, for the rest of the year we are having theme days.  Technically what this means is that each day we have a different theme and all of our activities for that day are centered around that theme.  What theme days really means is that the kids are wild and out of control, and I need to remind myself to allow them to have a little bit of fun.  On Friday we had Bubble Day, and it truly was a lot of fun.  When my kids came into the classroom in the morning, I had Hannah's bubble machine going and they loved it.  Later in the day, we went outside to blow bubbles.  Now before you go on thinking that there is absolutely no learning going on, there was a worksheet that they had to work on in connection with going out and blowing bubbles.  If I remember right they had to observe the bubbles and then do a writing about what they saw.  Not a very strong connection, but hey it gets them to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5994560017625486572?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5994560017625486572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5994560017625486572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5994560017625486572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5994560017625486572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/bubble-day.html' title='Bubble Day'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-7708274266747956662</id><published>2008-05-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:36:47.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Grammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCdKpY5TzII/AAAAAAAAAIs/oaGA5Z5k8HA/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCdKpY5TzII/AAAAAAAAAIs/oaGA5Z5k8HA/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199206369740442754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a crazy week, I almost forgot to write about our wonderful visit with Grammy.  Last week Chad's mom and sister flew up here for a visit and for Women's Conference.  Both were wonderful.  At times it is so hard to be away from family, but it is nice to be able to get together and enjoy each others company.  I was a little nervous that Hannah would not go to Grammy since it has been a little while since she has seen her.  There was a bit of hesitation for the first five minutes, and after that she didn't want anything to do with anybody but Grammy.  There is nothing better than watching your daughter be nutured and taught by somebody so wonderful.  &lt;br /&gt;Not only was it a good visit for Hannah, but for Chad and I as well.  I know that I am part of a huge minority, but I love my mother-in-law.  She is one of the greatest ladies I have ever met.  She teaches me so much and I appreciate her knowledge and insight.  As we spent two days together at Women's Conference we were fed spiritually by both the presenters and each other.  &lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful experience it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCdKqI5TzJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rKfdAQ09P_w/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCdKqI5TzJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rKfdAQ09P_w/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199206382625344658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-7708274266747956662?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/7708274266747956662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=7708274266747956662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7708274266747956662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/7708274266747956662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/visit-with-grammy.html' title='Visit with Grammy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCdKpY5TzII/AAAAAAAAAIs/oaGA5Z5k8HA/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5046606347107741455</id><published>2008-05-09T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:38:13.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the American Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCTEMeuNnOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2Atvxef0RtY/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCTEMeuNnOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2Atvxef0RtY/s320/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198495588576763106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s all over but the crying.  So Chad and I have been spending all of our spare time looking for houses.  We have been slightly obsessed with it actually.  First we looked in Eagle Mountain, which is right next to my school and a cute little community to live.  We had slight success there, but then we started to get paranoid that this area is not really a safe place to buy, because the re-sale of a house here might not be too great.  So we began our search in Lehi.  We both instantly became excited about the houses in Lehi.  Not only is it a less risky area to buy, but the houses were really nice.  So on Tuesday, it happened.  Everyone talks about when they walk into “their” house they just know it is right.  We found it!! “Our house”.  So we decided to do what any person chasing the American dream would do, we decided to put in an offer.  Yesterday, we went to talk with the broker (for a second time) to figure out al the last details followed by a meeting with the agent to fill out all of the paper work.  We were both excited about the offer and even more excited about our new house.  &lt;br /&gt;When we got home we decided to sit down and refigure our budget based on the final numbers the broker had given us.  I think we ran through about six different scenarios and reworked all the numbers a million times.  Needless to say, as the night went on more and more concerns started popping up.  I will try really hard not to bore you with the details, but just share a few.  One of the concerns is that because Utah County is considered a “soft market” there aren’t any loans being given without at least 5% down.  We didn’t know that, and we don’t have $10,000 lying around.  Another concern is that without 20% down, we would be required to pay an extra $150.00 a month in mortgage insurance.  We definitely weren’t counting on that.  &lt;br /&gt;As Chad and I were talking, I knew deep down that we needed to pull our offer, but I was fighting it.  The real kicker was when Chad looked at me and said, “I don’t feel right about putting off having another baby, just so we can buy a house RIGHT NOW!!”  At that point I started to cry, because I knew he was right.  There is no way we could afford to buy this house and add another child to our family within the next year, and the truth is I am not getting any younger.  &lt;br /&gt;So, bottom line is I called the agent this afternoon and pulled our offer.  It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but I know it is the right thing.  &lt;br /&gt;OUR NEW PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;At the end of August we are going to sign another lease where we are now.   Over the next year we are going to pay my car off, which will give us a significant amount of money a month to add to a mortgage.  We are also going to change MY spending habits so that we can put a little more money away.  In a year from now we are going to re-evaluate and start over.  (Who knows with the market these days, that very house could still be available☺)  Wishful thinking I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5046606347107741455?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5046606347107741455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5046606347107741455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5046606347107741455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5046606347107741455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/chasing-american-dream.html' title='Chasing the American Dream'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCTEMeuNnOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2Atvxef0RtY/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-1519314190177783904</id><published>2008-05-07T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:04:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Gymnist</title><content type='html'>For the last several months I have been looking for some sort of a class to sign Hannah up for.  I am a little bit concerned that she is already getting a slight case on only child's syndrome.  And since we are not ready for another baby, I thought the next best thing would be to get her into something where she would have to learn how to play with other kids.  I soon learned that people who teach classes are not ready to deal with two year olds, and I can't say that I blame them.  The only class that I found that was for kids under the age of three, was a mom and tot gymnastics class.  Of coarse I jumped on it and signed her up as soon as I could.  It was actually a long process that involved me getting up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning and being ready to sign her up online.  After a sleepless night of worrying about whether she would get in or not I was able to sign her up without too much pain.  I know by now you are thinking that I am a overactive, neurotic parent who needs to get out more.  Well maybe so, but oh well I can't change.  &lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was her first day of class and she loved every minute of it.  I on the other hand was a little jealous that I had to go to work and Chad got to take her.  (If you ask Chad, he was a little nervous that he would be the only dad in a MOM and tot class).  Nothing like making it a family affair right.  I left work during recess to go home and get her ready to go and take a few pictures and then I made Chad bring her to school during lunchtime to tell me all about it.  All went well and Chad and Hannah totally enjoyed themselves.  Here are a few pictures to document the whole occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEWoJjloI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rnK8tyZICfk/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEWoJjloI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rnK8tyZICfk/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197651337975928450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEXYJjlpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zHHhpk_xEuE/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEXYJjlpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zHHhpk_xEuE/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197651350860830354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEX4JjlqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tJ_BEsr5Evg/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEX4JjlqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tJ_BEsr5Evg/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197651359450764962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-1519314190177783904?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/1519314190177783904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=1519314190177783904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1519314190177783904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1519314190177783904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-gymnist.html' title='The Little Gymnist'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SCHEWoJjloI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rnK8tyZICfk/s72-c/IMG_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-202231225959444174</id><published>2008-05-05T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:39:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fight</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, we were hanging out with Jaci and Brett and we couldn't decide what to do.  Brett always wants to go play laser tag and we always shoot (no pun intended) him down.  So Saturday was no exception, and again we shot him down.  So when Jaci and I went to go get something to eat, we decided to go to Wal-Mart and buy some water guns.  They were a great buy too; only $1.00.  Anyway, when we got back to the house, we attacked Brett, Chad and Hannah.  Hannah of course thought it was the greatest thing ever.  She couldn't stop laughing and saying, "I need one mom.  I need a gun!"  We decided that it wouldn't be very responsible of us to continue the water fight inside, so we took our game outside.  It was about 8:30 at night and somewhere around 40 degrees outside, but that didn't stop us.  Hannah didn't really know how to use the gun, but she entertained herself by running around in circles on the grass.  We had a great time, and if you judge the winner and loser by who was the driest or the wettest, I guess I would be the loser.  I was drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB-1CxtTBkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6hLvi3IdISA/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB-1CxtTBkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6hLvi3IdISA/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197071554316535362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB-1DRtTBlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bxg9QOdBXfY/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB-1DRtTBlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bxg9QOdBXfY/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197071562906469970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-202231225959444174?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/202231225959444174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=202231225959444174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/202231225959444174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/202231225959444174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/water-fight.html' title='Water Fight'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB-1CxtTBkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6hLvi3IdISA/s72-c/DSC00805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3493658083772063259</id><published>2008-05-05T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:50:31.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well I know I haven't posted for a while, but I have been so busy.  Anyway, we just got some new family pictures done for our mothers for Mother's Day, so I thought I would share a few.  I will post later on today on all of the fun and exciting things the Coombs family has been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB8l5RtTBhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pHT-hdIfbsg/s1600-h/Daddy+Daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB8l5RtTBhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pHT-hdIfbsg/s320/Daddy+Daughter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196914160945006098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like a Daddy with his little girl. (notice they have the exact same hair, except Chad won't let me put his in pony-tails!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB8pTBtTBiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RmqAKJDFkEA/s1600-h/Family+Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB8pTBtTBiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RmqAKJDFkEA/s320/Family+Pictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196917901861520930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3493658083772063259?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3493658083772063259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3493658083772063259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3493658083772063259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3493658083772063259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-family-pictures.html' title='New Family Pictures'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB8l5RtTBhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pHT-hdIfbsg/s72-c/Daddy+Daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-841853715483892217</id><published>2008-05-05T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:37:06.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Fish</title><content type='html'>Just recently, Hannah has become a little fish.  About a month ago, we bought a membership to Lehi Legacy Center so that we can take Hannah swimming.  The first time we went, she was really apprehensive, but each time she gets more and more comfortable.  Last Wednesday, Grammy was here from California, so we decided to take her to the pool.  She was jumping in and then swimming back to the side of the pool basically all on her own.  I can't believe what a fish she is.  She spends a considerable amount of time under water, but she always comes up with a huge smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB9lQxtTBjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/I1TqjPbVdAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB9lQxtTBjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/I1TqjPbVdAQ/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196983833904481842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Hannah has a slight bit of OCD, which she comes by naturally.  When we were at the pool, after she jumped in to me and swam back to the edge, she would have to go to the kiddy pool and lay down in it for a second before she would jump in again.  One time I asked her to just jump back into me and she said "No mom, I can't"  Maybe I should keep my eye on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-841853715483892217?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/841853715483892217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=841853715483892217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/841853715483892217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/841853715483892217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-fish.html' title='The Little Fish'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SB9lQxtTBjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/I1TqjPbVdAQ/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-448394487300502044</id><published>2008-04-16T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:54:17.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Budding Artist</title><content type='html'>Grandma gave Hannah an easel for her birthday, and she loves to color pictures on it.  Just recently I got daring enough to buy her some paints so that she could learn a new art form.  Today, I decided to give it a try.  She loved it!  I know I'm her mother so I have a little bit of a bias, but I would have to say she is a budding artist just like her dad.  How could she have Coombs genes and not be though right.  Anyway, you can decide for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZnMqdGtzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T6Xn7sxUOe0/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZnMqdGtzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T6Xn7sxUOe0/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189949087843530546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-448394487300502044?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/448394487300502044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=448394487300502044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/448394487300502044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/448394487300502044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/04/budding-artist.html' title='The Budding Artist'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZnMqdGtzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T6Xn7sxUOe0/s72-c/IMG_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-105603587467110874</id><published>2008-04-16T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:47:57.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Beautiful Day!</title><content type='html'>This winter has been really long and I was beginning to believe that it would never get above 45 degrees.  Luckily I was proven wrong on Sunday when the temperatures got into the 80's.  It was such a beautiful day, we had to take advantage of it.  After church we decided to go to a park for a picnic.  It was so gorgeous and we all really enjoyed ourselves.  After going to the park, we took a walk over by Grandma's house to see all the new baby animals.  Hannah really enjoys going to see animals of any kind, but she especially loved the baby lambs and cows.  They were so cute and it was fun watching Hannah try to interact with them.  Here are a few pictures to document our beautiful day!! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZj16dGtvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u3WChJiEvx4/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZj16dGtvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u3WChJiEvx4/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189945398466623218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hannah on the swing.  Unfortunately, I don't know how to change the orientation of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZkfqdGtwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Brq0Mvvue-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZkfqdGtwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Brq0Mvvue-Y/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189946115726161666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was trying so hard to get the lambs to come to her so she could feed them some grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZlMqdGtxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lod1YLIYTeY/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZlMqdGtxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Lod1YLIYTeY/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189946888820274962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZltadGtyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ehhI6OAJPK4/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZltadGtyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ehhI6OAJPK4/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189947451460990754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cow walked up to the fence where Hannah was standing and after a few minutes of studying his face, Hannah looked up at him and said, "Cow, you got boogs?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-105603587467110874?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/105603587467110874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=105603587467110874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/105603587467110874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/105603587467110874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-beautiful-day.html' title='What a Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZj16dGtvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u3WChJiEvx4/s72-c/IMG_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-2250892569777002501</id><published>2008-04-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:25:28.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>We have lived here for the last eight months and we have been meaning to take Hannah to the Zoo since we arrived.  Most people told us not to bother because after going to the San Diego Zoo, we would be greatly disappointed.  When we decided to go to the zoo for our field trip, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take Hannah as well.  &lt;br /&gt;The field trip was greatly anticipated by all and the kids all seemed to have a wonderful time.  The weather didn't really cooperate with us but that didn't seem to slow down over 200 first graders.  (If anyone knows what would slow them down please let me know!!)  I only got a few pictures before my camera died, but here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZgAadGttI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1qZXr-tWpS8/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZgAadGttI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1qZXr-tWpS8/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189941180808738514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Hannah enjoying the Black Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZdGqdGtqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mgcCkh46B3U/s1600-h/IMG_0321+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZdGqdGtqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mgcCkh46B3U/s320/IMG_0321+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189937989648037538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so excited about our field trip, it was all they could talk about for weeks.  The bus ride was one of the things they were looking forward to the most.  Simple Pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZd1adGtrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M5TtUjyCIts/s1600-h/IMG_0325+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZd1adGtrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M5TtUjyCIts/s320/IMG_0325+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189938792806921906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids really enjoyed looking at all of the animals, and I enjoyed following them around and taking pictures.  In this picture the black bear was nice enough to cooperate for the picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZehqdGtsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fox9DBGUEwM/s1600-h/IMG_0327+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZehqdGtsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fox9DBGUEwM/s320/IMG_0327+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189939553016133314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Kids!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-2250892569777002501?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/2250892569777002501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=2250892569777002501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2250892569777002501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/2250892569777002501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/04/hogle-zoo.html' title='The Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/SAZgAadGttI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1qZXr-tWpS8/s72-c/IMG_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-1071028295223227934</id><published>2008-04-07T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:54:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>It has been quite an exciting weekend, and I am afraid that we might have overloaded ourselves.  Regardless, it has been really good to just sit back and enjoy one another.  &lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we decided to take Hannah to her very first movie ever.  I don't know why I have been a little leery of taking her, because it turned out that she was an absolute angel.  We took her to see Horton Hears a Who which proved to be a great choice.  Hannah was mesmerized by it all, and she hasn't stopped talking about it since.  Chad and I were also very entertained.  It was really well done and Jim Carrey never ceases to amaze us with all the different voices that he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/R_pPZKb5umI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Moj4tBxD82I/s1600-h/36944513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/R_pPZKb5umI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Moj4tBxD82I/s320/36944513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186545214587255394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we helped Brett and Jaci move into their new apartment.  It is a really nice place, and we were amazed at the amount of stuff they have accumulated over the last six months.  After the move, we took Hannah in their hot tub (which was probably a bad decision since she has been asking to go back ever since).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we stayed at home and watched the first session of Conference which was wonderful.  After that we packed our things and got ready to go to Grandma Greats for the traditional waffles and ice cream in between conference sessions.  This was a tradition that was started by Rusty when he was bishop.  It later turned into a Coombs tradition and we have carried it into the Broadhead side of the family.  We had a great visit and again enjoyed another wonderful session of conference.  I don't know how much Grandma got out of it, since she was distracted by Hannah almost the entire time.  We then went over to Terrie and Bobbie's house to celebrate Grant's birthday.  It has been really fun to be able to spend time with family that has always been so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/R_pRkqb5unI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NJdFKbOQSpc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/R_pRkqb5unI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NJdFKbOQSpc/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186547611179006578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-1071028295223227934?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/1071028295223227934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=1071028295223227934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1071028295223227934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/1071028295223227934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/R_pPZKb5umI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Moj4tBxD82I/s72-c/36944513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-5203861090745040755</id><published>2008-04-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:41:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z Tag</title><content type='html'>I wasn't actually tagged with this one, but it looked really fun, so I thought I would do it anyway.  So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-  Attached or Single: Attached.  Chad and I have been married for 8 ½ years now!!&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friends: Based on who I currently stay in touch with, I would definitely say, Devin, my mother-in-law Vicki, and my baby sister Jaci.  I was also lucky enough to grow up with one of the greatest best friends Amber.  We have been through it all together.   &lt;br /&gt;C - Cake or Pie: I never really liked either, until I served my mission.  In England, they seem to have dessert after every meal.  I would have to say that is where I became a true pie fan.  My pie of choice would probably be Pumpkin.  Who says you can only have Pumpkin Pie on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;D - Day of choice: Saturday!!! Every Friday night Hannah and I get so excited that I don’t have to go to work the next day.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but there is nothing better than spending the day with Chad and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential Item: Camera.  &lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Color: Blue.  &lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Worms: I am not really a fan of either.  When I was 12 years old, my sister and I went on a trip with my parents and they bought us a 10 lb. bag of gummy bears.  Needless to say, over the three day period, we ate the entire bag!  Since then I haven’t really been able to eat gummy bears.   &lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Santee, CA.  I lived in Santee, or East County my entire life until about 8 months ago, when we moved to Eagle Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence(s):  Sweedish Fish and Red Vines.  I could eat an entire bag of each at one sitting.  Disgusting I know.&lt;br /&gt;J - January or July: July.  I can’t say that I have ever been a winter person, but especially now after surviving my first winter in Utah.  I don’t think I was ever intended to live like that.  &lt;br /&gt;K - Kids:  I have one beautiful daughter Hannah.  We waited so long and prayed so hard to get her here, and after 6 ½ years she finally joined our family.  She brings us so much joy and makes us laugh every day.&lt;br /&gt;L - Life is incomplete without:  Chad and Hannah (corny I know, but very true)&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage Date: September 17, 1999&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings: 4; sisters Jennifer, Jami, Jeri and Jaci.  I know the “J” thing is a little much, but I didn’t have any say in it.&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or Apples: Oranges.  Actually, tangerines.  I don’t really like peeling Oranges, but tangerines are fast and perfect for my short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias or Fears: Alligators and Crocodiles.  Don’t ask me where that came from, but I used to have a recurring nightmare about falling into the Alligator exhibit at the San Diego Zoo.  One time my friend Amber actually brought me back some Gator Chowder from Gator-Land in Florida.  Thanks Amber.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quotes: I don’t know the exact quote, but it was given by President Hunter.  In essence, it says that in order to know Christ more than we know Him, we must love him more than we love Him, and serve Him more valiantly than we serve Him.  This is good for me, because I find that it is rather easy for me to become complacent.&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: SUMMER!, I am definitely a California girl.&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag Three Friends:Amber, Jaci, and Devin. &lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me: When I was younger and my mom asked me to go clean my room, instead of putting my clothes away, I would put them on.  I would sometimes have five layers of clothes on by the time I was finished, complete with a belt around my head.  It is funny, because yesterday I came home from school and Hannah had six pairs of panties on.  Like Mother, Like Daughter.  &lt;br /&gt;V - Very favorite store: TARGET.  I just love Target, it is definitely a one stop shop.&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: Keeping Organized.  I have the hardest time with this one.  I usually just start making piles, which never allows me to find what I need.  One day one of my students told me that she prayed for me that I wouldn’t loose anything.  You know it’s bad when a six year old thinks she needs to pray for her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-ray or Ultrasound: Ultrasound.  The only ultrasounds I have ever had was when I was pregnant, but there is nothing like seeing that little life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your favorite food: Pork salad from Café Rio.  I hate to admit it, but sometimes I go several times a week.  Good thing Jaci is always willing to go with me.&lt;br /&gt; Z - Zodiac: Leo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-5203861090745040755?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/5203861090745040755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=5203861090745040755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5203861090745040755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/5203861090745040755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/04/z-tag.html' title='A-Z Tag'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641688679136578216.post-3036070592914006000</id><published>2008-04-04T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:54:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Soul Mate</title><content type='html'>Thanks Laura for something fun to put on my blog.  Turn's out I would be a great match with Will Smith.  Heaven knows I could do worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/display.pd?path=100143&amp;prodnum=3138107&amp;source=msne220"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ak.imgag.com/imgag/product/full/ap/3138107/msn_smith.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/display.pd?path=100143&amp;prodnum=3138107&amp;source=msne220"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Take the Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641688679136578216-3036070592914006000?l=chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/feeds/3036070592914006000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641688679136578216&amp;postID=3036070592914006000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3036070592914006000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641688679136578216/posts/default/3036070592914006000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chadandjodicoombs.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrity-soul-mate.html' title='Celebrity Soul Mate'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08319607887239971858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-ML80wy8_Q/ShFi47moN1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/tooBaD3TcXU/S220/IMG_0925.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
