<?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-1029274140951780083</id><updated>2011-11-22T07:02:21.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmes Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-6009109327809921958</id><published>2011-06-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:18:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlpjCr5i-4o/TgFb-twkaVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E9XprQNZyAY/s1600/100_4668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlpjCr5i-4o/TgFb-twkaVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E9XprQNZyAY/s320/100_4668.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo7mWmJRwg8/TgFcExGXexI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iMwwvVChWsU/s1600/100_4669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo7mWmJRwg8/TgFcExGXexI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iMwwvVChWsU/s320/100_4669.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing my slippers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8Iz4itk_QA/TgFcLqY_a2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/lJlntwQOT-s/s1600/100_4673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8Iz4itk_QA/TgFcLqY_a2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/lJlntwQOT-s/s320/100_4673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He fell asleep like that, while Kory and I were talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEcobeSz13U/TgFcSKftunI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-ipW6XGksqs/s1600/100_4674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEcobeSz13U/TgFcSKftunI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-ipW6XGksqs/s320/100_4674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's "reading" the For the Strength of the Youth booklet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCcuhZuYpX0/TgFcZl-TA4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/rdQYUgYEr_4/s1600/100_4677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCcuhZuYpX0/TgFcZl-TA4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/rdQYUgYEr_4/s320/100_4677.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves to sleep with his doggie and blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ-GXeN58Y0/TgFc15r8jhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OfFDm9Q5nfY/s1600/100_4681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ-GXeN58Y0/TgFc15r8jhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OfFDm9Q5nfY/s320/100_4681.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our short but fun visit to California, to see family. &amp;nbsp;I should have taken more pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Yb1o1CPOw/TgFc-U1OdeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kHyk7irYsxc/s1600/100_4684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Yb1o1CPOw/TgFc-U1OdeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kHyk7irYsxc/s320/100_4684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading again, this time under the table, and he's reading the Old Testament Student study guide...my little gospel scholar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjWG7Vc_Ebc/TgFdFP46ChI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WPPIe0ZEMag/s1600/100_4686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjWG7Vc_Ebc/TgFdFP46ChI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WPPIe0ZEMag/s320/100_4686.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He didn't feel well one day, I came out to find him watching The Incredibles, or rather, asleep while the movie played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaH-TMXdcCI/TgFdLfnRelI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Fyy55DoEGXo/s1600/100_4687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaH-TMXdcCI/TgFdLfnRelI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Fyy55DoEGXo/s320/100_4687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVkvB5QOuGw/TgFdTRpgV9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/QmH2VZM55jM/s1600/100_4689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVkvB5QOuGw/TgFdTRpgV9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/QmH2VZM55jM/s320/100_4689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember when this was, or what happened, but once again, we are sleeping in similar positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-6009109327809921958?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6009109327809921958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6009109327809921958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6009109327809921958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlpjCr5i-4o/TgFb-twkaVI/AAAAAAAAAVY/E9XprQNZyAY/s72-c/100_4668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-4576031764469525271</id><published>2011-06-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:55:31.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangaroo Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X5yxU9qrwI/TgFUW1qhQZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5iWgPgSy8Wc/s1600/100_4660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X5yxU9qrwI/TgFUW1qhQZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5iWgPgSy8Wc/s320/100_4660.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't remember if I ever talked about the place called Kangaroo Zoo....we were introduced to it during a birthday party. &amp;nbsp;It is a large warehouse filled with large jumbo jumps. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure there is a better name, however I can't remember what it would be right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rQ1g1ZUqvc/TgFUcjpTceI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_AY2u0s0mlw/s1600/100_4661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rQ1g1ZUqvc/TgFUcjpTceI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_AY2u0s0mlw/s320/100_4661.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac was not even scared when it came to....well, everything. &amp;nbsp;He went down every slide, climbed every ladder, went through all the obstacle courses, and absolutely loved every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btBNhnxOlyg/TgFUl0VNUiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WCaCHFiFQX0/s1600/100_4665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btBNhnxOlyg/TgFUl0VNUiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WCaCHFiFQX0/s320/100_4665.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tried to capture Isaac giving Kory a high five, but I took the picture a little too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxc6x0doXo/TgFUqZKY1MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hp9qU1ZeDMM/s1600/100_4666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMxc6x0doXo/TgFUqZKY1MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hp9qU1ZeDMM/s320/100_4666.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17kIOCDKVSY/TgFU8yptu9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/leh4JBopm7Y/s1600/100_4667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17kIOCDKVSY/TgFU8yptu9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/leh4JBopm7Y/s320/100_4667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-4576031764469525271?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4576031764469525271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/kangaroo-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4576031764469525271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4576031764469525271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/06/kangaroo-zoo.html' title='Kangaroo Zoo'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X5yxU9qrwI/TgFUW1qhQZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5iWgPgSy8Wc/s72-c/100_4660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-5854784168602117678</id><published>2011-05-16T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:05:56.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from the Man in the Yellow Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitalbusstop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Man-in-the-Yellow-Hat-551x580.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.digitalbusstop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Man-in-the-Yellow-Hat-551x580.gif" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isaac officially likes to watch shows (aka movies). &amp;nbsp;He will get the DVD case out and pull out Finding Nemo or The Incredibles. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes he even puts the DVD into the DVD player. &amp;nbsp;He has certainly come a long way, from the days he used to hide the DVD's or just pull them out just to have something to do! &amp;nbsp;So besides those two Disney movies, we have also begun to watch a lot of Curious George. &amp;nbsp;Kylee, the little girl I tend, brought over a DVD with 8 episodes of George. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, I have watched a lot of that movie lately too. &amp;nbsp;This morning, I turned it on and came into my room to do some reading. &amp;nbsp;Being in my room isn't a horrible thing by the way, I can hear every detail of the movie, and even down to what the kids are doing, so don't think I'm a horrible mother. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, as I sat on my bed reading/listening to Curious George, I realized that the Man with the Yellow Hat is very patient. &amp;nbsp;Some of these episodes just leave me cringing as I think about how mad I would get if my child flooded my whole house because he didn't listen to my instructions, or if he spilled grape juice all over my new rug because he started jumping with a glass full of juice in his hand. &amp;nbsp;So as I thought about these things I came to the conclusion, I have much to learn from that un-named man. &amp;nbsp;He never gets very mad at George. &amp;nbsp;For example the episode where George floods the apartment, all the man says is, "call the plumber" or something along those lines. &amp;nbsp;No punishment, nothing, George even enjoys a bath after all is said and done. &amp;nbsp;I believe, what it all comes down to is this, I need to remember that most of the time my child doesn't do things because he wants to make my life harder, he does it because he wants to learn about how something works and why. &amp;nbsp;And the things to get angry about aren't those things, the things to get angry about are when my child is biting another kid, or pulling hair....not when he's letting cars roll down the hill until it hits a car, or exploring the difference in concrete and asphalt (which means he plays in the parking lot). &amp;nbsp;My hat goes off to the Man in the Yellow Hat, although you may not be real, I'm sure there are people out there like you, who are incredibly patient, no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-5854784168602117678?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5854784168602117678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/lessons-from-man-in-yellow-hat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5854784168602117678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5854784168602117678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/lessons-from-man-in-yellow-hat.html' title='Lessons from the Man in the Yellow Hat'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-986434046213062502</id><published>2011-04-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:41:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33v79dIcJNY/TZvtNdY2N_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/3CVFBmMuGug/s1600/100_4651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33v79dIcJNY/TZvtNdY2N_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/3CVFBmMuGug/s320/100_4651.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kory's cousin Bailee came over one evening to hang out. &amp;nbsp;We decided to make some cookies, something I don't regularly do, and so Isaac was fascinated with the kitchenaide and he especially loved licking the beater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRoaeFfdmQM/TZvtViHnDRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pdkf_khJOc4/s1600/100_4653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRoaeFfdmQM/TZvtViHnDRI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pdkf_khJOc4/s320/100_4653.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I turned on a movie for Isaac and Kylee one afternoon, I found them a short time later sitting next to each other, watching the movie. &amp;nbsp;Of course Isaac looked at me while I was taking the picture, but oh well, he is cute nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2CiTMNiGdE/TZvtgJQnGDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9yl2PqpIuEI/s1600/100_4655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2CiTMNiGdE/TZvtgJQnGDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9yl2PqpIuEI/s320/100_4655.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't remember why Isaac was pulling such a sad face, but he looks adorable. &amp;nbsp;He loves hats, of all kinds, and so when he finds them, he wears them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKmH2UWY4dg/TZvtmu-coiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PpvYTJnQg0Y/s1600/100_4658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKmH2UWY4dg/TZvtmu-coiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PpvYTJnQg0Y/s320/100_4658.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-986434046213062502?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/986434046213062502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/986434046213062502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/986434046213062502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33v79dIcJNY/TZvtNdY2N_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/3CVFBmMuGug/s72-c/100_4651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-8856498330303430244</id><published>2011-04-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:31:48.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Part 2....</title><content type='html'>So once again I will not be posting any pictures of Isaac, but I thought I should update the happenings in our new apartment. &amp;nbsp;I think I mentioned before that everything is a little older here than in our other apartment....really what I am saying is that our first week in the new place has been eventful. &amp;nbsp;The first day we moved in (last Monday), we used our toilet once and it began to overflow, everywhere! &amp;nbsp;No big deal right? &amp;nbsp;We bought a plunger and fixed it. &amp;nbsp;No sweat. &amp;nbsp;On Tuesday, we got our washer and dryer and installed them. &amp;nbsp;Well I turned on the water and it began leaking water out of the top where the hoses screw into the wall. &amp;nbsp;Okay, so no laundry that day. &amp;nbsp;Wednesday morning, Kory and I showered in lukewarm water. &amp;nbsp;Our pilot light went out, so we waited to get it fixed before my mom got the chance to shower. On Thursday morning, Isaac had a blow out! &amp;nbsp;Poop everywhere, down his leg, on his foot, so I go in to give him a bath, and I discover NO HOT&amp;nbsp;WATER! &amp;nbsp;In my panic to clean off my kid, who happened to be standing with only his shirt on in the&amp;nbsp;bathroom, I called the neighbors to see if we could use their tub. &amp;nbsp;Good old Amber and Nick, who are so kind, were unfortunately using their shower, so I had to run across the way to Becky's house. &amp;nbsp;Poor little Isaac's dirty bum hanging out as I sprint to clean him off. &amp;nbsp; The hot water heater was fixed later that night and all seemed to be going in the right direction once again. &amp;nbsp;On Friday I fixed the hoses from the washer to the wall. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, go me! All is well, right? &amp;nbsp;Haha, in my sweet dreams. &amp;nbsp;I started filling the washer in order to do some laundry. &amp;nbsp;I left the laundry room and came back, looked down at my feet and noticed that there was water all over the ground. &amp;nbsp;Someone, not sure who, had decided to disconnect the draining hose from the bottom of the washer, so we had a huge leak. &amp;nbsp;Lovely, I cleaned up the mess and took about an hour to figure out how to connect the hose to the washer. &amp;nbsp;I had to borrow a tool from Becky and was able to come out with a victory. &amp;nbsp;All is well. &amp;nbsp;I did some laundry and enjoyed myself playing outside with the kids. &amp;nbsp;Well on Saturday we went to Snowbird and stayed until Sunday night. &amp;nbsp;Monday morning, back at the apartment, our hot water is not working AGAIN. &amp;nbsp;So no shower for Kory or I...last night they come over to fix it, and this morning, Tuesday, no hot water....need I say AGAIN?!!! &amp;nbsp;So no shower....Kory sponge bathed and went off to school. &amp;nbsp;Neither of us having showered since Saturday. &amp;nbsp;WOW. &amp;nbsp;So this evening they came over to fix the water heater, let's hope it works this time, or else I might just break the contract and move. &amp;nbsp;J/K. &amp;nbsp;Seriously though, it has been an unforgettable week in our new place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-8856498330303430244?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8856498330303430244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8856498330303430244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8856498330303430244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-part-2.html' title='Moving Part 2....'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-8933221417338381619</id><published>2011-03-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:10:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Sadly, this post will not have any pictures of our little man, but they will be coming soon. &amp;nbsp;For now all that needs to be said is that we moved. &amp;nbsp;We used to live in a two bedroom apartment, and now we live in a two bedroom apartment. &amp;nbsp;Cool huh? &amp;nbsp;There are actually quite a few differences that I will list for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;1. It is 200 square feet bigger.&lt;br /&gt;2. It has one covered parking stall (good for summer and winter).&lt;br /&gt;3. It has a small storage unit (excellent because I no longer have a collection of stuff under Isaac's crib or my bed!).&lt;br /&gt;4. It has an area of grass where Isaac can play that doesn't lead onto a busy street.&lt;br /&gt;5. It has washer/dryer hook ups (so we could get ours out of Susan's garage).&lt;br /&gt;6. The master bedroom is big enough to fit our 2 desks and small table (all for the computer gadgets we have), so that our office is now a part of the bedroom, not Isaac's room!&lt;br /&gt;7. The new apartment is one block east of our old one, so we still have friends close by and we are in the same ward.&lt;br /&gt;8. It is $70 cheaper than our old apartment.&lt;br /&gt;There are of course a few downsides, like no pantry (just a lot of cupboards), older appliances, and cheaper blinds. &amp;nbsp;But oh well! I am happy and since I'm the one who spends MOST of my time at home, Kory will have to live with the downsides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did all this come about you may ask? I knew we needed some more room, so I arranged it, asked my parents if they could come help, and then told Kory we were moving :) &amp;nbsp;My mom is such a gem. &amp;nbsp;She came up here to help me, and in three days we got almost everything done! &amp;nbsp;The only things that remain are some odds and ends I need to sort through, and a little bit of cleaning at the old apartment. I wish everyone could have a positive experience moving, like I had, because the only complaint I have right now is I AM EXHAUSTED! But yeah for moving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-8933221417338381619?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8933221417338381619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8933221417338381619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8933221417338381619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-8443426365285624952</id><published>2011-02-18T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:16:25.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjEjM2fPxOM/TV9Mso6K7rI/AAAAAAAAATw/9RBLJf-K-4Y/s1600/100_4582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjEjM2fPxOM/TV9Mso6K7rI/AAAAAAAAATw/9RBLJf-K-4Y/s320/100_4582.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac wanted to wear Daddy's boots...and so he is. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf_2J_nywus/TV9M3NcynMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AauTXaiD-rk/s1600/100_4583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mf_2J_nywus/TV9M3NcynMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AauTXaiD-rk/s320/100_4583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac was using that shovel to help shovel off Grandma's walkway. &amp;nbsp;It was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3H0aUoprl2E/TV9M9f9X27I/AAAAAAAAAT4/JK7wNCEWeYA/s1600/100_4585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3H0aUoprl2E/TV9M9f9X27I/AAAAAAAAAT4/JK7wNCEWeYA/s320/100_4585.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at how serious he is! &amp;nbsp;This is a luggage carrier at snowbird's Iron Blosam. &amp;nbsp;He loved riding up and down on the elevator in the different luggage carriers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vByqC7QyMKA/TV9NQrdnhdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/x6Qlkar9o2M/s1600/100_4594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vByqC7QyMKA/TV9NQrdnhdI/AAAAAAAAAUA/x6Qlkar9o2M/s320/100_4594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac climbed up on the stool and then onto the sink. &amp;nbsp;Like I said before, my little monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBg_3av46Vg/TV9NcW6q5vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mOZiGKc6h7A/s1600/100_4595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBg_3av46Vg/TV9NcW6q5vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mOZiGKc6h7A/s320/100_4595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was our lame attempt at a family picture in front of my parent's Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2HTPn5Pskw/TV9NjjY6YsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MJEYRyXuBAo/s1600/100_4605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h2HTPn5Pskw/TV9NjjY6YsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MJEYRyXuBAo/s320/100_4605.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac's stocking...thanks aunt Jane! &amp;nbsp;The dog even sings and has a bell. &amp;nbsp;It's pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWOE_G71Uw0/TV9Nr2gW6RI/AAAAAAAAAUM/5o6Mcwp9sxg/s1600/100_4608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWOE_G71Uw0/TV9Nr2gW6RI/AAAAAAAAAUM/5o6Mcwp9sxg/s320/100_4608.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nice face he's pulling! &amp;nbsp;He is eating some fruit snacks from his stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y_4rJg2N-s/TV9NzC7YSBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0gKhC2RcZbY/s1600/100_4623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4y_4rJg2N-s/TV9NzC7YSBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0gKhC2RcZbY/s320/100_4623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loves the cars that we got him. &amp;nbsp;He is always saying "vroom, vroom". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tm7dC9UNiJw/TV9N6TBMMJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Al-IVwdb__8/s1600/100_4629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tm7dC9UNiJw/TV9N6TBMMJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Al-IVwdb__8/s320/100_4629.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love that he loves his pockets. &amp;nbsp;He is obsessed with putting his hands in his jacket pockets or pants pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7wBjV97swY/TV9OFq0vswI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kd3_I5fVQ2U/s1600/100_4634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7wBjV97swY/TV9OFq0vswI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kd3_I5fVQ2U/s320/100_4634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fun bouncing turtle from Grammy and Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CVdna8BlXk/TV9OSUUxcTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xn3zEtVgdNk/s1600/100_4643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CVdna8BlXk/TV9OSUUxcTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xn3zEtVgdNk/s320/100_4643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ethan and Blake's sweet fort/castle. &amp;nbsp;Isaac loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ys8YGXLbMGA/TV9OaNa8xvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bvGmcvJ-pik/s1600/100_4644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ys8YGXLbMGA/TV9OaNa8xvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bvGmcvJ-pik/s320/100_4644.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Inside the fort and playing with the punch balloon. &amp;nbsp;That was a huge hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ-sDl6WsN8/TV9OidJQttI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L8hdWHNjNVc/s1600/100_4646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ-sDl6WsN8/TV9OidJQttI/AAAAAAAAAUk/L8hdWHNjNVc/s320/100_4646.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kory in the fort with Isaac....my two boys playing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bY9a7dI-ns/TV9Ot7-xfVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0vjOUFu-GYI/s1600/100_4647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bY9a7dI-ns/TV9Ot7-xfVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0vjOUFu-GYI/s320/100_4647.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac loved this orange helmet...and he wanted to be like Zack and Ethan so he tried out the razor scooter with grandpa. &amp;nbsp;I guess that will be his birthday gift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1un1Y0b_yE/TV9O3FgoR0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/6XiNZ0YOI-8/s1600/100_4651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1un1Y0b_yE/TV9O3FgoR0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/6XiNZ0YOI-8/s320/100_4651.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1un1Y0b_yE/TV9O3FgoR0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/6XiNZ0YOI-8/s1600/100_4651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to help in the kitchen, dishes, laundry and eating cookie dough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQTabjgFKvA/TV9PA5JulII/AAAAAAAAAUw/CUnVTO17QUU/s1600/100_4656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQTabjgFKvA/TV9PA5JulII/AAAAAAAAAUw/CUnVTO17QUU/s320/100_4656.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac and Kylee watching a show together. &amp;nbsp;They never sit next to each other....so I thought it was a great picture moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-8443426365285624952?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8443426365285624952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-and-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8443426365285624952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8443426365285624952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-and-christmas.html' title='Winter and Christmas'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjEjM2fPxOM/TV9Mso6K7rI/AAAAAAAAATw/9RBLJf-K-4Y/s72-c/100_4582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-1416402474225846173</id><published>2011-02-18T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:51:08.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween etc....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaLTPAcFzcc/TV9Dk8euH2I/AAAAAAAAATA/AQrmIFaJmW8/s1600/100_4550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaLTPAcFzcc/TV9Dk8euH2I/AAAAAAAAATA/AQrmIFaJmW8/s320/100_4550.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am ashamed to even look at how long it has been since I last published on the blog. &amp;nbsp;I honestly even forgot I had a blog, don't know where my brain has been lately, but it's not here. &amp;nbsp;A call from my father in law reminded me that it had been a long time since I had posted new pictures of Isaac. &amp;nbsp;So here we are, back tracking a while to show you our cutest treasure. &amp;nbsp;This above picture is from our ward Halloween party. &amp;nbsp;Isaac is sitting in the back of our neighbor's car with their son Kodiak. &amp;nbsp;Is it just me, or does Isaac look huge compared to Kodiak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJHBjh7fVRI/TV9Dt5-k9OI/AAAAAAAAATE/sV1ldaLgejo/s1600/100_4558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJHBjh7fVRI/TV9Dt5-k9OI/AAAAAAAAATE/sV1ldaLgejo/s320/100_4558.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac had so much fun going around and collecting candy in this random bag that is part of his toys. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea where it came from. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, he was obsessed with putting the pieces of candy in himself and would go around and take candy from the people offering and then take forever to get his bag open so he could stash it away. &amp;nbsp;Here he is, sitting on the couch, enjoying his spoils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WvgjxeNCfc/TV9Dz6yNXcI/AAAAAAAAATI/CRgmb_d7IIM/s1600/100_4565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WvgjxeNCfc/TV9Dz6yNXcI/AAAAAAAAATI/CRgmb_d7IIM/s320/100_4565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac was obsessed with his tiger pants. &amp;nbsp;He wanted to wear them all the time. &amp;nbsp;Which was fine with me because they are warm. &amp;nbsp;He loves getting in the cupboards and pulling everything out. &amp;nbsp;Usually those bags are all over the kitchen, but the point of the picture is the pants, not the messes he makes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGzEWaFt0oM/TV9D_AWgW6I/AAAAAAAAATM/P0GBjZr711E/s1600/100_4546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGzEWaFt0oM/TV9D_AWgW6I/AAAAAAAAATM/P0GBjZr711E/s320/100_4546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can I just say how creative I felt before the ward party? &amp;nbsp;I didn't have a costume, but I had orange pants and a black shirt. &amp;nbsp;But that's not the creative part. &amp;nbsp;It's the ears. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to be a mama tiger and so I was trying to think of a way to get ears. &amp;nbsp;Well I used an orange diaper box and drew black stripes on it. &amp;nbsp;And then I used safety pins to pin them to a head band. &amp;nbsp;Aren't I amazing, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFK3VWdAptk/TV9EGUMyfKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mLJhxBAQ1yE/s1600/100_4543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFK3VWdAptk/TV9EGUMyfKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mLJhxBAQ1yE/s320/100_4543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish I could remember what Isaac was eating here, but isn't that a cute picture? &amp;nbsp;He looks like he was trying really hard to get that bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGw7DdtOrCI/TV9EOSPxvrI/AAAAAAAAATU/Hql3sZ-j0xg/s1600/100_4540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGw7DdtOrCI/TV9EOSPxvrI/AAAAAAAAATU/Hql3sZ-j0xg/s320/100_4540.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGDI4vshauc/TV9EVFwlJlI/AAAAAAAAATY/yJfvrHEXxKM/s1600/100_4536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGDI4vshauc/TV9EVFwlJlI/AAAAAAAAATY/yJfvrHEXxKM/s320/100_4536.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac eating a pear, with spaghetti all over himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x5iEiMBc9E/TV9Ef8uBX-I/AAAAAAAAATc/ZfpIWoGcPYo/s1600/100_4532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x5iEiMBc9E/TV9Ef8uBX-I/AAAAAAAAATc/ZfpIWoGcPYo/s320/100_4532.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a spare bed in Isaac's room for a while. &amp;nbsp;It was standing on it's side against the wall and Kory loved putting Isaac on top. &amp;nbsp;And Isaac would just laugh and smile the whole time, when he was ready to get down he would just slide down and Kory would catch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tocg7FfER80/TV9E2waYVBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nb5omjIKoAQ/s1600/100_4571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tocg7FfER80/TV9E2waYVBI/AAAAAAAAATg/nb5omjIKoAQ/s320/100_4571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had mashed potatoes one night....and Isaac ate them and then decorated himself with the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iebTh9je20s/TV9E848_C7I/AAAAAAAAATk/48DU3AgRUp0/s1600/100_4569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iebTh9je20s/TV9E848_C7I/AAAAAAAAATk/48DU3AgRUp0/s320/100_4569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An apple you might say? &amp;nbsp;Yes, that was the day Isaac ate two and a half apples. &amp;nbsp;That's the half. &amp;nbsp;And that's the one I DIDN'T give to him. &amp;nbsp;He opened the fridge and got it himself. &amp;nbsp;I was doing something else and then noticed that he was taking bites out of that apple. &amp;nbsp;Then when he was done, he just left it lying on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOtassuSJ2k/TV9FE86iqoI/AAAAAAAAATo/bkVJaA-zzew/s1600/100_4573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOtassuSJ2k/TV9FE86iqoI/AAAAAAAAATo/bkVJaA-zzew/s320/100_4573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaac grabbed Kory's old lap top bag and was carrying it around like his very own briefcase. &amp;nbsp;These kids start young....always wanting to do what the grown ups do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRnDdGe4s9E/TV9FNNwZS9I/AAAAAAAAATs/23GJ6Kd8beQ/s1600/100_4577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRnDdGe4s9E/TV9FNNwZS9I/AAAAAAAAATs/23GJ6Kd8beQ/s320/100_4577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My monkey man. &amp;nbsp;He loves getting up on the chairs, and then one day he discovered he could get on the table. &amp;nbsp;Not the best thing, but it sure is cute when he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-1416402474225846173?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1416402474225846173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/halloween-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1416402474225846173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1416402474225846173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2011/02/halloween-etc.html' title='Halloween etc....'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaLTPAcFzcc/TV9Dk8euH2I/AAAAAAAAATA/AQrmIFaJmW8/s72-c/100_4550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-4908824220501847173</id><published>2010-11-08T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:53:33.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8aD9x61I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ln54Jxvfyn0/s1600/ISAAC!+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8aD9x61I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ln54Jxvfyn0/s320/ISAAC!+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312529034898258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He may seem very young still, but he is no longer my little baby boy. He has figured out that words mean things, so I think I hear, "Ma, MaMa," at least 50 times a day (I'm not complaining...oh definitely not.  I love hearing that!!!)  And as you can tell he is drinking out of sippy cups; and holding them in his mouth.  Who needs hands when you've got teeth? Honestly! And he's asleep...go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8Y8fbDGI/AAAAAAAAASA/_26n4WQztu4/s320/ISAAC!+014.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312509848652898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day we took Kory lunch and then drove on 800 South past the duck pond.  I couldn't resist!  We had to get out and play!  He loved running around, and before I knew it he was making his way through the bushes exploring EVERYTHING!  I have a boy, yes, 100%, through and through boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8ZH8dBHI/AAAAAAAAASI/oUxGIRlmUXk/s1600/ISAAC!+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8ZH8dBHI/AAAAAAAAASI/oUxGIRlmUXk/s320/ISAAC!+016.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312512923206770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we are next to the pond and someone gave us a piece of bread to feed the ducks (I was unprepared, it was a little last minute!)  Anyway, instead of feeding the ducks, he ate the bread.  I tried to show him how to throw it, and it only ever ended up in his mouth.  Notice the ducks' feet and the water in the picture?  Yeah, that's how close we were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8YaoKFoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K43Og1ZTk_Y/s320/ISAAC!+004.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312500758484610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the library one very rainy day, and Isaac found this hat and wanted to wear it.  So he put it on and off we went.  Also in this pic, his banged up face.  It's slightly red because he fell down some concrete steps while climbing.  I am not a horrible mother, I was on the scene, and it was only two steps, I just couldn't get to him in time, and he more rolled than actually fell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8X3RIF5I/AAAAAAAAARw/Ff2eBl--mOM/s320/ISAAC!+001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537312491266643858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has got to be one of my favorite pictures!  There is a little area away from the street where we like to go play.  A lot of young kids play there and there are cool toys, like this car.  He LOVES cars, real or plastic.  And so here's my boy, totally loving life while sitting in the toy car.  Doesn't he look like he's going to start cruising any minute?  Yeah, I thought so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-4908824220501847173?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4908824220501847173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-longer-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4908824220501847173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4908824220501847173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-longer-baby.html' title='No longer a baby....'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TNh8aD9x61I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ln54Jxvfyn0/s72-c/ISAAC!+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-893412557679804313</id><published>2010-09-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:34:39.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPM_4UsYfI/AAAAAAAAARo/CRXBMSQ7GcY/s1600/Monica+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPM_4UsYfI/AAAAAAAAARo/CRXBMSQ7GcY/s320/Monica+073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517979366281994738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac is the cutest little boy ever...okay, that is my opinion, but after seeing some of these pictures you might just agree with me!  You can't really tell, but in the picture above he is blowing my whistle.  He started by just putting it in his mouth, and then I showed him how to blow and he has had a lot of fun ever since.  Gratefully he doesn't blow very hard otherwise I think I would've gone crazy by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMZJq9OaI/AAAAAAAAARg/bfBwinfzfNE/s1600/Monica+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMZJq9OaI/AAAAAAAAARg/bfBwinfzfNE/s320/Monica+066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517978700923877794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Isaac sleep is one of my favorite things to do, unfortunately if I try to go watch him in his crib, he senses my presence and immediately wakes up.  So I now have to take pleasure in watching him sleep only when he falls asleep in the car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMYsEiB2I/AAAAAAAAARY/x4kwLlm5j6s/s320/Monica+072.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517978692978083682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Kory has this habit of not putting his shoes away.  They end up in the hallway, living room, next to the closet but never inside...but there is one fun thing about those old Adidas shoes never being in the closet, Isaac finds his white Adidas shoes and puts them next to his dad's shoes.  I'm not kidding.  We didn't orchestrate this at all (I'm not that creative).  Isaac did it all on his own.  I just about died when I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMXcsfW8I/AAAAAAAAARI/KB2pV-TPvDk/s1600/Monica+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMXcsfW8I/AAAAAAAAARI/KB2pV-TPvDk/s320/Monica+074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517978671670844354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oatmeal for breakfast.  Of course he holds the spoon, but never quite uses it.  Instead he uses his bare hand.  Oh well, at least he is happy and I can do something else while he sits strapped in:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMXIPICWI/AAAAAAAAARA/4gCn4YICzOg/s1600/Monica+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPMXIPICWI/AAAAAAAAARA/4gCn4YICzOg/s320/Monica+076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517978666178972002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is on Isaac's head?  Well back in high school I got big hair things that go around my head to keep the wispies out of my face. I wear them a lot these days because my hair is growing back in and I have a lot of wispies (I lost a lot of hair after I had Isaac).  Anyways, Isaac loves to copy anything Kory or I does, so he put the headband on his head. Adorable, definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On to other news.  Isaac knows a few words.  His first word was ball.  He said it when his soccer ball got stuck under something and he couldn't reach it.  Then he said "ma" and "dad".  Very, very cute.  He also knows how to say dog, well it turns out more like, "doo".  Other little Isaac idiosyncrasies: he loves to climb.  He climbs on the computer chairs to get on the desks, he climbs onto the top of the couch only to slide down.  He climbs onto the kitchen chairs, then on to the table.  He climbs into his stroller....So along with this climbing he ends up a few feet off the ground right?  Yes, well if Kory or I are near enough to him, he sticks his arms out and walks straight off the edge of whatever he is on.  It doesn't matter if we are paying attention or not, because the kid feels no fear.  He just walks off and hopes we are paying close enough attention to catch him.  Scary? Absolutely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Sunday I was sitting on the couch while he was playing and he just started turning in circles.  He thought it was hilarious to do a couple of turns with his hands out and then start running in whatever direction he could.  He didn't care one bit that he was on his feet and running for less than a step, he just laughed and laughed.  Kory asked  if I taught him to spin, and truthfully I didn't.  Never even thought about it, but Isaac figured it out and now it's his daily routine, spinning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, if Isaac is hungry he opens the cupboard and grabs what he wants (if he can reach it) and then brings it to me or Kory so we can open it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-893412557679804313?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/893412557679804313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/893412557679804313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/893412557679804313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-boy.html' title='My little boy'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TJPM_4UsYfI/AAAAAAAAARo/CRXBMSQ7GcY/s72-c/Monica+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-1786225809692446201</id><published>2010-08-11T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:09:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAxnSBO2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/j7k1ZnZiQ5k/s1600/Camera+dump+August+11+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAxnSBO2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/j7k1ZnZiQ5k/s320/Camera+dump+August+11+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244021935029090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac was such a cutie on his birthday.  He really is such a ham. He will smile at any camera, at anytime, just so he can have everybody praise him.  Oh, notice the cake, it is frosted half chocolate, half cream cheese, just because!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAxCK0i_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/3XP4Vz12qLo/s1600/Camera+dump+August+11+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAxCK0i_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/3XP4Vz12qLo/s320/Camera+dump+August+11+017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244011972725746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening his gifts from us.  He got a sweet basketball bath toy, a pop up toy thing (don't have a clue what it's called, and a popper thing you push around.  However that toy was defective so we returned it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAw9qDG4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RirH_CFis4s/s1600/Camera+dump+August+11+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAw9qDG4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RirH_CFis4s/s320/Camera+dump+August+11+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244010761526146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The horse was a gift from Grandma Susan.  He is very cute when he rides it, and he loves it when someone pushes the ears because then it makes the horse sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAwomkKzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/57N3phI85n8/s1600/Camera+dump+August+11+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAwomkKzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/57N3phI85n8/s320/Camera+dump+August+11+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504244005109771058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gift from Aunt Jane.  It was an outfit.  I can't remember which one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAwL79YFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c15sWplhHg4/s1600/Camera+dump+August+11+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAwL79YFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c15sWplhHg4/s1600/Camera+dump+August+11+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAwL79YFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c15sWplhHg4/s320/Camera+dump+August+11+005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504243997414875218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating blueberries for breakfast!  He loves blueberries.  Don't worry, I am getting to the cake part....it just may be in another blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-1786225809692446201?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1786225809692446201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/may-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1786225809692446201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1786225809692446201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/may-29-2010.html' title='May 29, 2010'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGMAxnSBO2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/j7k1ZnZiQ5k/s72-c/Camera+dump+August+11+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-8533425264449666097</id><published>2010-08-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:40:46.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rach's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5krVCDRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XmFa2eMauNc/s1600/100_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5krVCDRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XmFa2eMauNc/s320/100_4367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504236103101713682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of those out there who have been telling me to update my blog, this is for you!  Just to start it off, I have a story that has nothing to do with any of these pictures.  I just changed Isaac's diapers, like literally 30 seconds ago.  And it is a very hard thing to do.  Unless the kid is thoroughly distracted, he will scream, wiggle, and sometimes grab his poopy bum....all to try and get out of the inevitable.  And sometimes, just because it is so hard to change his diaper, I let him run free for a bit...and like clockwork the kid will pee on the ground, within seconds, literally seconds, of running away from me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so back to the pictures.  I don't know why or how I got chosen to be on the top part of the pyramid, maybe it was so I would look like a freaking giant....seriously, everyone else looks cute and little, and there's Monica on top, towering.  Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5krVCDRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XmFa2eMauNc/s1600/100_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5kPv441I/AAAAAAAAAQA/1jHu5Q5jgKA/s1600/100_4362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5kPv441I/AAAAAAAAAQA/1jHu5Q5jgKA/s320/100_4362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504236095698166610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture of Kory and little Ellie.  Ellie is Jenny's little girl, and apparently she missed her dad, because she was happy in Kory's arms, even though that was the second time they had "met".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5jtV84yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BH_9HUtfhgY/s1600/100_4350.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5jtV84yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BH_9HUtfhgY/s1600/100_4350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5jtV84yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BH_9HUtfhgY/s320/100_4350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504236086462571298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, not sure if you can see everyone, but Ashley is hiding behind Rach, I am off to the side just watching the mayhem, Jenny and Anne aren't even touching Rach.  We did a lot of the work, not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5jtV84yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BH_9HUtfhgY/s1600/100_4350.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5irkXdKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m3FMX8nRLAc/s1600/100_4351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5irkXdKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m3FMX8nRLAc/s320/100_4351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504236068806292642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one of my favorite pictures from the trip.  Carson holding the two friends.  Ellie and Isaac are about a month apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5irkXdKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m3FMX8nRLAc/s1600/100_4351.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5iLGDMgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9CGjrMYqVmw/s1600/100_4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5iLGDMgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9CGjrMYqVmw/s320/100_4337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504236060089201154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, this is the Oakland temple, in May.  And it was so cold!  It was windy, and although sunny, quite chilly outside.  None of us were really prepared for that!  Well, at least little Carson looks warm, wrapped up in a pink blanket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-8533425264449666097?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8533425264449666097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/rachs-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8533425264449666097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8533425264449666097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/rachs-wedding.html' title='Rach&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TGL5krVCDRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XmFa2eMauNc/s72-c/100_4367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-5103633888858500571</id><published>2010-06-10T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:04:44.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize it has been eons since I have posted anything, so I apologize.  Kory's laptop broke a few weeks ago which means I now have to use the desktop in Isaac's room, which means I have to put him in the pack 'n play in my room which just causes more havoc.  However, I did it today, so I am going to do the best I can with a little update.  At the end of April I flew down to Arizona to hang out with my siblings and parents.  Kory stayed home to work, we were sad to be there without him, but happy to visit the cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on, this is Kristy's bike and Isaac loved it, he even fell asleep.  Sorry, you get to see the end result first.  Oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZpD15kOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/64X69dV52IA/s1600/100_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZpD15kOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/64X69dV52IA/s320/100_4331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481190414683312354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the way he looks in this picture, like a little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZpD15kOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/64X69dV52IA/s1600/100_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZobXomEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r3DduhKQaDw/s1600/100_4324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZobXomEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/r3DduhKQaDw/s320/100_4324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481190403818952770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Scot said, "Hey Monica, I think Isaac is putting rocks in his mouth."  And I responded, "Nah, I think he's putting them in the dump truck."  Turns out he was doing both.  With more rocks in his mouth than the truck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZnwXkD4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JQdYu230VaU/s1600/100_4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZnwXkD4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JQdYu230VaU/s320/100_4317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481190392275931010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kristy's sweet toy tunnel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZm6Q9TvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Q2esMPloftg/s1600/100_4294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZm6Q9TvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Q2esMPloftg/s320/100_4294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481190377752710898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac's first real haircut...we had Grandpa do it because I couldn't bare to shave his adorable hair.  It did turn out a little choppy, but what can you expect when Isaac was turning his head like a madman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZmQdXuzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A0G4Tm0ZzBI/s1600/100_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZmQdXuzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A0G4Tm0ZzBI/s1600/100_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZmQdXuzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A0G4Tm0ZzBI/s320/100_4292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481190366530485042" /&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/1029274140951780083-5103633888858500571?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5103633888858500571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/arizona.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5103633888858500571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5103633888858500571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/06/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/TBEZpD15kOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/64X69dV52IA/s72-c/100_4331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-2688070202834198670</id><published>2010-03-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:50:32.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Isaac....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTv3NlzPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJPDBeUWcpQ/s1600/100_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTv3NlzPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJPDBeUWcpQ/s320/100_4255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455006761648246002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was doing some work in the kitchen, dishes I think, and I kind of forgot about Isaac because he was being so quiet.  When I finally remembered to see what he was doing, I found that he had gotten into the trash can and found some very hard cornbread and was eating it.  I couldn't help but laugh and then thank my lucky stars that it was cornbread and not chicken guts or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTvr3-KyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/k8EWa2_HyDU/s1600/100_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTvr3-KyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/k8EWa2_HyDU/s320/100_4252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455006758604778274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves going underneath the desks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTvDF7ULI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uhnOiQb2LKM/s1600/100_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTvDF7ULI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uhnOiQb2LKM/s320/100_4248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455006747657457842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, I was busy and I turn around to find he had dumped his cereal all over the ground.  If you know anything about baby cereal, it is extremely fine and flaky.  In others words difficult to know if I had cleaned it all up and slippery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTuibKYXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a9bXwt333S8/s1600/100_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTuibKYXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a9bXwt333S8/s320/100_4246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455006738888155506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves the refrigerator!  I have found him eating cooked yams once, and another time I found him with an opened tupperware of a chicken sauce I had made.  Oh, please note he is actually standing in the fridge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTuM3qqaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9RfgU7Mkz50/s1600/100_4243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTuM3qqaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9RfgU7Mkz50/s320/100_4243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455006733102131618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture because he is totally sagging without even realizing it.  Those jeans fit him, but because of the way he crawls, they get lower, and then when he stands up, he steps on the the bottom.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1029274140951780083-2688070202834198670?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2688070202834198670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-isaac.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2688070202834198670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2688070202834198670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-isaac.html' title='Oh Isaac....'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QTv3NlzPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yJPDBeUWcpQ/s72-c/100_4255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-8484600164305431747</id><published>2010-03-31T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:29:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20's Murder Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QQ2BNWsgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FGzBe1ugMRs/s1600/100_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QQ2BNWsgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FGzBe1ugMRs/s320/100_4233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455003568875942402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thanks to our good friends Richie and Diana (in the picture above), we have now done 2 murder mystery parties.  This one was set in the 1920's and we were all New Yorkers with accents, plus we dressed up in sweet costumes.  And, we were all gangsters!  It was such a fun night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QQ1o6g6II/AAAAAAAAAOI/7asKHKyZpTs/s1600/100_4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QQ1o6g6II/AAAAAAAAAOI/7asKHKyZpTs/s1600/100_4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QQ1o6g6II/AAAAAAAAAOI/7asKHKyZpTs/s320/100_4234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455003562354468994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thanks to Sophie, one of the most fashionable, sweet girls in the ward, I was able to wear a long string of pearls, a broach, and a headband with a flower.  If you are in need of a fun night, that isn't just movie watching or regular games, try a murder mystery.  It's fun to pretend to be someone else for a night, and to challenge yourself to talk with an accent.  Plus you get to dress up, HELLO, it's fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-8484600164305431747?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8484600164305431747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/20s-murder-mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8484600164305431747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/8484600164305431747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/20s-murder-mystery.html' title='20&apos;s Murder Mystery'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S7QQ2BNWsgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FGzBe1ugMRs/s72-c/100_4233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-3637809989041614399</id><published>2010-03-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:55:11.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>I know that I usually post pictures, but tonight the camera is in Isaac's room and I really don't feel like going in there while he is sleeping to get it.  So instead I am going to put in my own little plug for Yoga.  &lt;div&gt;First of all, let's go back 10 or more years, to my first yoga experience; Kristy and I went to LA Fitness to do a yoga class...and we were COMPLETELY ignorant of what exactly that meant.  So when our instructor walked in, we both started laughing because he was the buffest (he had his shirt off), shortest Asian, with ridiculously long hair.  And then the class started!  We were asked to do some crazy positions that made Kristy and I lose our balance, and our composure.  I am confident that we laughed at least 50% of the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to a few weeks ago.  I went to my first class of hot yoga, which pretty much means the room is between 80-90 degrees, and on top of that I grabbed a pilates mat, not a yoga mat.  For those of you out there that don't know, there is a difference!  Anyways, I was pushed beyond capacity to do and HOLD positions that were uncomfortable and that stretched me.  WOW.  At the end of the evening I was so sore, so stretched, and SO relaxed.  It was one of the best, hardest work outs ever.  So that's my new thing, hot yoga, on Monday nights.  OH YEAH.  Try it, you will be happy you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, and I forgot to mention that because of yoga I can now do a handstand.  Yes, that's right, I have learned balance and strength and can do a handstand.  WOOT WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-3637809989041614399?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3637809989041614399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/yoga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/3637809989041614399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/3637809989041614399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-3798950697419662056</id><published>2010-02-17T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:21:58.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Pics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXpOVtW1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/xg-LxdF7saw/s1600-h/100_4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXpOVtW1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/xg-LxdF7saw/s320/100_4028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439459553180474194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This kid loves any type of ball.  This was back in December some time, but still it demonstrates how this kid loves to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXoi0_pbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EZ2mH6KsuFo/s1600-h/100_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXoi0_pbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EZ2mH6KsuFo/s320/100_4088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439459541500536242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken at Snowbird, we were getting ready to go swimming and Jane and Susan pulled out this cute robe to put him in to go swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXoXcb5yI/AAAAAAAAANw/Pc9v-v9r350/s1600-h/100_4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXoXcb5yI/AAAAAAAAANw/Pc9v-v9r350/s320/100_4226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439459538444740386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was just yesterday...as in February 18.  He discovered how to open drawers and started pulling out all my stuff.  I wanted to take more pictures of him in action, however, the kid is a "HAM!!!" and wants to have his picture taken.  If he sees the camera he looks and smiles and then crawls straight for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXnz449zI/AAAAAAAAANo/gXafls9nkmM/s1600-h/100_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXnz449zI/AAAAAAAAANo/gXafls9nkmM/s320/100_4162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439459528900409138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to catch this picture before he realized that I had the camera, even though it wasn't the shot I wanted.  Before this he had the phone up to his ear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXnnc3qeI/AAAAAAAAANg/bS5J5lC4qlQ/s1600-h/100_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXnnc3qeI/AAAAAAAAANg/bS5J5lC4qlQ/s320/100_4197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439459525561657826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a President's day family activity.  We went up to the Gallivan Center and skated.  Isaac had fun watching with Grandma Susan.  And did you notice the matching jackets?  That was a complete accident.  Kory had his jacket before he met me and I had mine before I met him.  And then when Grammy bought him this jacket I didn't even realize it was the same as ours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW9lYMaxI/AAAAAAAAANY/-Trejnm7uNw/s1600-h/100_4192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW9lYMaxI/AAAAAAAAANY/-Trejnm7uNw/s320/100_4192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439458803450669842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was also just a couple of days ago.  This is a new thing that Isaac likes to do, stand on anything and everything so he can reach higher.  Something that I have yet to get a picture of is him standing on my feet to try and get at my food.  Oh and Isaac is hilarious.  He is a stinking garbage disposal.  He will eat anything and everything.  And if you are eating and he is not, he comes up to you and opens his mouth and makes noise until you put something in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW9GEeV_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/01bAuGu6zwQ/s1600-h/100_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW9GEeV_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/01bAuGu6zwQ/s320/100_4190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439458795046459378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping with the groceries!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW8jK1_4I/AAAAAAAAANI/N0WBeSoBrC8/s1600-h/100_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW8jK1_4I/AAAAAAAAANI/N0WBeSoBrC8/s320/100_4183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439458785677934466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Helen gave him a huge dog for Christmas and it has become his new love.  He cuddles right up to it with his blanket and goes to sleep.  And usually in the mornings he is playing with the dog when we go in to get him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW8dfMkaI/AAAAAAAAANA/fd2AkSTT9jY/s1600-h/100_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW8dfMkaI/AAAAAAAAANA/fd2AkSTT9jY/s320/100_4157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439458784152687010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute cousins!  This was from our Arizona trip...we went down there to be with my family for New Years and it was so fun.  Isaac was so cute with all the cousins.  Also it was very interesting to see how Isaac reacted to other little kids.  He started making more "ga, da, ma" noises after being with them, and he crawled a lot more and quicker.  I miss my family!  It was so fun to be with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW74Yc1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DU67B8vSM8Q/s1600-h/100_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW74Yc1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DU67B8vSM8Q/s1600-h/100_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zW74Yc1WI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DU67B8vSM8Q/s320/100_4172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439458774192280930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost Isaac's favorite toy!  Anytime, and I mean ANYTIME Kory puts his computer down, Isaac races for it.  And in this instance, Kory left it on his chair and Isaac found it and started banging on it.  I love this kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-3798950697419662056?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3798950697419662056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-pics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/3798950697419662056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/3798950697419662056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-pics.html' title='Fun Pics....'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zXpOVtW1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/xg-LxdF7saw/s72-c/100_4028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-5507818415066030909</id><published>2010-02-17T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:55:35.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in February...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so I know I haven't posted anything in a while, and I apologize!  The holidays got me all out of wack and then came the decision about whether to continue working or not....things in general have just kept me from even wanting to look at or type on a computer.  So again, sorry.  But I am going to post a lot of pictures so you can see how my little boy has been growing up in a hurry.  SLOW DOWN!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSGToiMjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CbFcufwtk6E/s1600-h/100_4033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSGToiMjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CbFcufwtk6E/s320/100_4033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453455748051506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken at the Christmas/staff party at the school where I worked for a while.  I had to get a picture with Santa since I didn't know if Isaac would get another chance.  Everyone at the party said how cute Isaac looked and how much of a "ham" he is.  Look at that kid!  Smiling at the camera (sort of), he loved it!  He was waving his arms and bouncing around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSGDjpUlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ha2tfKhyJWM/s1600-h/100_4141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSGDjpUlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ha2tfKhyJWM/s320/100_4141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453451432579666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture is actually from the present opening in Arizona...a little out of order, but this one demonstrates how fun he was when he was opening presents.  He wasn't shy at all and really went after the paper.  Of course we had to help him a little getting it all off, but he could rip it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSFk-KxGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mQ_rppOJ9WU/s1600-h/100_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSFk-KxGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mQ_rppOJ9WU/s320/100_4040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453443222324322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's our little man, this was after our ward party and he was very happy.  His face has been taking a beating this winter though...with all the drool, the second we step outside it gets chapped.  Poor kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSFk-KxGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mQ_rppOJ9WU/s1600-h/100_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSE4iscBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wc5d-80m1_4/s1600-h/100_4125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSE4iscBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wc5d-80m1_4/s320/100_4125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453431295930386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa Hunsaker's.  Every Christmas Eve they read Luke 2 and this year we happened to have Isaac so they wanted to act out the Christmas story.  So Kory and I got to be Joseph and Mary.  It was fun and Isaac did a good job sitting still for a short time.  And then, right on cue, as soon as it was over he started wailing.  He was so tired.  &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/1029274140951780083-5507818415066030909?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5507818415066030909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-in-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5507818415066030909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5507818415066030909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-in-february.html' title='Christmas in February...'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/S3zSGToiMjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CbFcufwtk6E/s72-c/100_4033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-6881198058338662951</id><published>2009-12-15T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:28:38.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7CyUoeQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ak5OW5L96Y4/s1600-h/100_3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7CyUoeQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ak5OW5L96Y4/s320/100_3967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713839711287554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac surprised us one day by being up on his hands and knees like this.  He started doing this around the first week in November.  He would wiggle, squirm, and try so hard to get his knees up under his body.  When he would finally succeed he would get upset because he couldn't go anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7CcGMHmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TMowcuCqhtE/s1600-h/100_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7CcGMHmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TMowcuCqhtE/s320/100_3971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713833745129058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why does he have socks on in the bath?  Well I have this routine of laying him on the counter and getting him undressed while the water is running.  I was in a hurry this time because he was crying and I knew he would stop once in the water.  So I hurried him into the water only to realize I forgot to take off his socks.  Of course I couldn't take them off without first taking a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7BxNVkJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/N6GTqSkS7qU/s1600-h/100_3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7BxNVkJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/N6GTqSkS7qU/s320/100_3973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713822232383634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not long after he got up on his hands and knees we began to find him like this, halfway underneath the couch.  Need I say, so cute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7BxNVkJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/N6GTqSkS7qU/s1600-h/100_3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7Bm78DnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wMb3GcsdZ98/s1600-h/100_3975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7Bm78DnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wMb3GcsdZ98/s320/100_3975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713819475054194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a funny picture I know, but he just looks so grown up and adorable.  How else do I explain it except that he seems like he should be an old man, relaxing on the couch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know what else?  I really should do a better job of keeping up on these blog posts because I could probably tell you a lot more about the little details right after they happen instead of giving the watered down version.&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/1029274140951780083-6881198058338662951?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6881198058338662951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/isaac-growing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6881198058338662951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6881198058338662951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/isaac-growing.html' title='Isaac Growing'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh7CyUoeQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ak5OW5L96Y4/s72-c/100_3967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-2575821760282984566</id><published>2009-12-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:10:28.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3fwEQy5I/AAAAAAAAALw/eS7givMKUa4/s1600-h/100_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3fwEQy5I/AAAAAAAAALw/eS7givMKUa4/s320/100_3948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709939275451282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, I have taken far too long to post a blog about Halloween.  My computer is silly and has problems with transferring pictures from the camera...so I have to wait to use Kory's computer and blah blah blah.  Excuses are lame.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, Halloween was fun.  Kory didn't feel well so I took Isaac to the neighbor's house and got a piece of candy and then took some pictures with our other neighbor.  Addy looks cute in her little pumpkin outfit, but personally Isaac is the cutest ever!  Our little monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3frYPAoI/AAAAAAAAALo/X6HoV71md_Y/s1600-h/100_3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3frYPAoI/AAAAAAAAALo/X6HoV71md_Y/s320/100_3957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709938017043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, the wrapper was on the candy, he just likes putting everything in his mouth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3fJ4BZ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/HYuk8SFplK8/s1600-h/100_3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3fJ4BZ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/HYuk8SFplK8/s1600-h/100_3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3fJ4BZ5I/AAAAAAAAALg/HYuk8SFplK8/s320/100_3960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709929023563666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-2575821760282984566?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2575821760282984566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween-in-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2575821760282984566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2575821760282984566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween-in-december.html' title='Halloween in December'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Syh3fwEQy5I/AAAAAAAAALw/eS7givMKUa4/s72-c/100_3948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-2806964938009000004</id><published>2009-10-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:50:02.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY7G0EHVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w-SrqZvql_0/s1600-h/100_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395621232286899538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY7G0EHVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w-SrqZvql_0/s320/100_3939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Don't eat the leaves!  I had to be really quick after taking this picture, getting the leaves away from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY6que__I/AAAAAAAAALI/vIspRWFTWFE/s1600-h/100_3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395621224747302898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY6que__I/AAAAAAAAALI/vIspRWFTWFE/s320/100_3931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so curious, I love watching him explore the world around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY6ImTP7I/AAAAAAAAALA/dFR4EDaqYoA/s1600-h/100_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395621215586172850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY6ImTP7I/AAAAAAAAALA/dFR4EDaqYoA/s320/100_3919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I had to orchestrate this one, grabbing a bunch of leaves and dropping them, but it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY5u8Fd4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/VPkFshX8nrU/s1600-h/100_3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395621208698222466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY5u8Fd4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/VPkFshX8nrU/s320/100_3915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; SO cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY5XM6_uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5a73Ny7AVao/s1600-h/100_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395621202326388450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY5XM6_uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5a73Ny7AVao/s320/100_3927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-2806964938009000004?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2806964938009000004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2806964938009000004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2806964938009000004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-photo-shoot.html' title='Fall Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEY7G0EHVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w-SrqZvql_0/s72-c/100_3939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-1121610668772153898</id><published>2009-10-22T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:40:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEV4yzP7lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uzHgZd9trzY/s1600-h/100_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617894020148818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEV4yzP7lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uzHgZd9trzY/s320/100_3911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I new what he was thinking right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617889739482578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEV4i2qJdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GPf-6JH0aZU/s320/100_3907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His sleeping habits have been a little off lately so I decided to try and start feeding him rice cereal.  The kid might just be really hungry and that's why he keeps waking up.  Anyway, he started sucking on the spoon, it was so cute.  I turned the spoon upside down and he held onto it and sucked that cereal right off the spoon.  It was dribbling down his chin but he seemed to like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24ce850d40179624" 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://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24ce850d40179624%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14410C1091E28873EDDEEDD7EC149EC5E67F663D.74468E69A33CB454EF446706B5DB78F8ACB57AE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24ce850d40179624%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6JWLMu4EovHDpR-cDalkoHZltpA&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://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24ce850d40179624%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14410C1091E28873EDDEEDD7EC149EC5E67F663D.74468E69A33CB454EF446706B5DB78F8ACB57AE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24ce850d40179624%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6JWLMu4EovHDpR-cDalkoHZltpA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-1121610668772153898?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1121610668772153898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/rice-cereal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1121610668772153898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1121610668772153898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/rice-cereal.html' title='Rice Cereal'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEV4yzP7lI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uzHgZd9trzY/s72-c/100_3911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-7867614934360494768</id><published>2009-10-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:28:31.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQ8Yvo5uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kRAZO5Y1HRI/s1600-h/100_3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612458187024098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQ8Yvo5uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kRAZO5Y1HRI/s320/100_3879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Grammy and Isaac at the beach.  It was not the most beautiful day as far as sunshine goes, but it was nice to smell the ocean and feel the cool breeze.  Something I don't get much of in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQvKEjJfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/owxfueE2fk8/s1600-h/100_3883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612230909896178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQvKEjJfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/owxfueE2fk8/s320/100_3883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stuck Isaac's feet in the water and he seemed to like it, after of course he let out a scream of terror because of how quickly it hit him and how cold it was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQu8ZoPHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y7RKCIuFGAc/s1600-h/100_3884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612227240213618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQu8ZoPHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/y7RKCIuFGAc/s320/100_3884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Soccer in the backyard with Truman and Grammy.  I was on the phone with Kory and my mom took Isaac to play and the next thing I know she's running around like the best Grandma ever!  So cute, the little man loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQuf-rC9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uljM_hJTTPo/s1600-h/100_3887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612219610958802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQuf-rC9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uljM_hJTTPo/s320/100_3887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What can I say, the kid has it in his genes, he will be an athlete no matter what sport he plays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQt1YsOOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cj9oDWsxlM8/s1600-h/100_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612208177363170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQt1YsOOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cj9oDWsxlM8/s320/100_3891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dane works at a pumpkin patch in Encinitas on whatever day he can and we stopped by to say goodbye to him on the way to the airport.  That place was so cool, Zack and Ethan would've loved it because they had those blow up jumping things.  I don't know what they are called officially, but it was fun.  There was a clown and an artist to paint faces.  It was fun just to take pictures.  Isaac got a big kick out of looking at everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQtUiCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/xm0dlMS7QcY/s1600-h/100_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395612199358195586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQtUiCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/xm0dlMS7QcY/s320/100_3901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well I went to Cali because it was Rock Canyon's fall break.  Kory has been extremely busy lately with work and school, so I thought I would get out of "dodge" and relax with my family.  It was nice to not have to think about lesson plans, making dinner, and all the other things that go through a working mother's mind throughout the day.  I flew in on a Tuesday night and flew out on Saturday night.  Isaac took his first flight very well.  Of course he had a few problems with the descents, but he was so happy to just be out and about.  Everyone, and I'm not kidding, told me how cute he was and what a good baby etc.  Of course I already think that, but it was fun to receive those compliments for my little man.  Anyways, my mom and I got to spend a lot of time doing things we like, cooking together, going on very short shopping trips :) and watching movies.  We watched Sister Act and it was funny.  I didn't remember how funny that movie is.  We also worked out and went on walks.  We went to Linda's aerobics classes for two mornings and holy crow!  (Thanks Bella)  I was so incredibly sore afterwards.  I got my behind kicked!  But it felt good.  It was sad to go, but it was good to see Kory again and I know he got a lot done becuase he didn't have me or Isaac to distract him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-7867614934360494768?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7867614934360494768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7867614934360494768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7867614934360494768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/california.html' title='CALIFORNIA'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SuEQ8Yvo5uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kRAZO5Y1HRI/s72-c/100_3879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-7358772195494697650</id><published>2009-10-07T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:08:43.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU football</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jltQ9lNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ty-vbGN4u6M/s1600-h/100_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390073828489401554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jltQ9lNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ty-vbGN4u6M/s320/100_3864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; We first took Isaac to the Florida State vs. BYU game.  Sadly it was not the best game.  Indeed we will have to tell Isaac that his first football game was a horrible loss.  BYU was ranked in the top ten and lost to FSU, who was not even ranked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jlFwiTJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pNV3gRbdsGQ/s1600-h/100_3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390073817884413074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jlFwiTJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pNV3gRbdsGQ/s320/100_3861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Luckily the next game was much better!  Which is the game that we took these pictures at.  We played Colorado?  I think, for some reason I can't remember, but I do remember we won.  It was incredibly hot because the game started at 4 and we were on the east bleachers, facing right into the sun!  Blegh.  But again, a very fun game.  Oh, Isaac is the bomb because at both games he slept for about a quarter.  And he also eats his bottle and is pretty chill.  He does cry a little, but usually because he gets a little tired by the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jkjFX5_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/-dD05vD9dDo/s1600-h/100_3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390073808576571378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jkjFX5_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/-dD05vD9dDo/s320/100_3863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-7358772195494697650?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7358772195494697650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/byu-football.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7358772195494697650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7358772195494697650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/byu-football.html' title='BYU football'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1jltQ9lNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ty-vbGN4u6M/s72-c/100_3864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-5130608424879757514</id><published>2009-10-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:57:21.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gkYVv9FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HySgn0adf_w/s1600-h/100_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390070507157582930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gkYVv9FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HySgn0adf_w/s320/100_3866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Needless to say Isaac has made a lot of progress since my last blog update.  For example, this is a new position that he likes.  We put him in bed laying on his back and he will usually cry himself to sleep.  Well in the process he turns over on his stomach and then pushes with his legs until he hits the crib's side.  He ends up with his head in the corner and his knees up underneath him.  It is probably the cutest thing ever.  His arms aren't strong enough yet so he can't get up on his arms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gjhcB8aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TIzvdTMdyuA/s1600-h/100_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390070492419977634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gjhcB8aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TIzvdTMdyuA/s320/100_3873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was trying so hard to get a picture of his TWO teeth, but instead I just got he cutest smile ever!  Once again he rolled over onto his stomach and was just hanging out.  It was so cute.  Oh, I first noticed a tooth on September 19.  It was a Saturday morning and Kory was gone playing flag football and Isaac and I were just sitting on the floor.  I put Isaac on my lap and he suddenly tried to start chewing on my hand.  And bam, it hurt!  He had a tooth!  The next one popped up about a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gjGCp-3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XdAChG-BN58/s1600-h/100_3875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390070485065792370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gjGCp-3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XdAChG-BN58/s320/100_3875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pay attention to where he is right now.  On the back edge of the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1giieQtHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SCmJ2uhdLyU/s1600-h/100_3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390070475517899890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1giieQtHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SCmJ2uhdLyU/s320/100_3878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now look where he is....Off the front edge.  I didn't touch him or move him.  I was in the kitchen making something and I came back to find him here, trying to grab the bottom of the couch and put it in his mouth.  We are going to have to be careful, he puts everything in his mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-5130608424879757514?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5130608424879757514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5130608424879757514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5130608424879757514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/progress.html' title='Progress!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1gkYVv9FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HySgn0adf_w/s72-c/100_3866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-7238580753744204399</id><published>2009-10-07T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:43:31.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1di_jRvDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qR2Oj9OQhGc/s1600-h/100_3808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390067184788683826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1di_jRvDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qR2Oj9OQhGc/s320/100_3808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These three peaks are found in Zion National park and it just so happens that this stop was called Patriarchs' Peaks...And the three peaks are named Abraham (far left), Isaac (middle) and Jacob (far right).  We of course had to take a picture.  We were at Zion because Kory's cousin Parker got married in the park.  The picture below was one we took right after the ceremony.  We had to wait to take the picture because the bride and groom were there first, but it was worth the wait.  I wish our camera did the view and beauty of the park more justice.  Honestly, it is amazing what a couple million years and a river can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1diVN4j9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/GN3VzNyTei4/s1600-h/100_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390067173424664530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1diVN4j9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/GN3VzNyTei4/s320/100_3798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another beautiful view!  Because of enormous amounts of traffic the park decided to only allow a certain amount of cars in the park each day.  And instead of letting the cars drive all the way up the canyon, you have to take a tour bus type thing.  It actually reminded me of a tram from the zoo or something.  Anyways, the bus drivers were very informed and told us a bunch of facts about how the park was made and other important facts.  It was really cool.  The picture below is part of the road that leads up the canyon.  BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dh2ihgXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HOOuQQtuQF0/s1600-h/100_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390067165189734770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dh2ihgXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HOOuQQtuQF0/s320/100_3830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; On the way home from Zion we stopped by my grandparents house and visited for about an hour.  It was very good to see my grandpa and grandma.  An hour was the perfect amount of time with my grandma.  She has alzheimers and can get very edgy very quickly.  I love them so much but it is so hard to be there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dg9H8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vx8fby9T8Uw/s1600-h/100_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390067149777421170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dg9H8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vx8fby9T8Uw/s320/100_3852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dhVHUOKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xr9uwQDvi_s/s1600-h/100_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390067156217247906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dhVHUOKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xr9uwQDvi_s/s320/100_3853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1dhVHUOKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xr9uwQDvi_s/s1600-h/100_3853.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-7238580753744204399?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7238580753744204399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-overdue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7238580753744204399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7238580753744204399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue...'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Ss1di_jRvDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qR2Oj9OQhGc/s72-c/100_3808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-6741416076856475044</id><published>2009-09-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:49:07.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman...and more places Isaac sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you haven't already noticed Isaac's position in this picture is just like Superman.  He has his arm out, one knee bent, and the other leg out straight.  He is being held by Aunt Sam in Zion national park.  We went to Zion for the wedding of Kory's cousin Parker.  This was taken just after the ceremony.  The weather was great and the scenery was incredible.  I will write more about it and show more pictures in another post, but for now the other pictures show more of the funny places Isaac falls asleep.  Like in the Moby (aka, a huge piece of fabric I wrap around myself so I can carry him) and also in his swing.  I know it looks like a painful position, but he only slept for about a half hour, so it didn't last long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCoqh6OBI/AAAAAAAAAII/j7AW5DB9l5g/s1600-h/100_3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379693390016952338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCoqh6OBI/AAAAAAAAAII/j7AW5DB9l5g/s320/100_3807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Funny, I just realized Aunt Allison is taking a picture of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCoCSRbvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8t2989r1UVU/s1600-h/100_3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379693379213946610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCoCSRbvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8t2989r1UVU/s320/100_3791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;P.S.  I love having him in the Moby.  He is so sweet and cuddly, not that he isn't normally, but he is a lot easier to carry when my body can support the weight and not my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCn569lCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N_RCLFfr8qY/s1600-h/100_3819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379693376968692770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCn569lCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N_RCLFfr8qY/s320/100_3819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-6741416076856475044?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6741416076856475044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/supermanand-more-places-isaac-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6741416076856475044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6741416076856475044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/supermanand-more-places-isaac-sleeps.html' title='Superman...and more places Isaac sleeps'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SqiCoqh6OBI/AAAAAAAAAII/j7AW5DB9l5g/s72-c/100_3807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-4891874154295203383</id><published>2009-09-09T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:30:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's Blessing</title><content type='html'>I know this is a little overdue, but anyone who has kids knows how hard it is to get time on the computer when they wont be hitting the keys or crying...on another note, I guess I should have started with the picture of Kory and I with Isaac, but oh well.  This is all our friends who came to see his blessing.  Our good friends Diana, Richie, Trent, Sarah, Paulina, Eric, and Wendy.  Jenna also came, but she had to hurry home and then came over afterwards.  Anyways, the really important part was the blessing.  Kory did a great job, he has such a good voice.  Again, not the important part, but I am just trying to highlight the parts that I liked the best.  The whole day was so special.  Isaac wore the outfit that Kory wore when he was blessed.  He looked so cute and was in such a good mood.  According to both grandpas Isaac was awake and smiling at Kory during the whole blessing.  He really is a special kid and I know that he has great things in store for him.  The blessing itself was great because of the promises made to him if he is faithful.  I cried during the blessing and then again when I bore my testimony.  It has only been in these last couple of months that I have started to understand, in the tiniest way, the love God has for us.  Anyways, I know I have said this stuff before but I just can't get enough of my little boy and how much I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7qamV0iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nGEWvcKBx9s/s1600-h/100_3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379685723518915106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7qamV0iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nGEWvcKBx9s/s320/100_3712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here are the grandparents with Isaac...and then us.  And I didn't think of it until just now, but I should've got a picture with just Isaac on a blanket or something to show off his cute little outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7p9pAsWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jIgTBiHIkao/s1600-h/100_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379685715745485154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7p9pAsWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jIgTBiHIkao/s320/100_3740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7pdAXcfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aDCVw8n1u4s/s1600-h/100_3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379685706985075186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7pdAXcfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/aDCVw8n1u4s/s320/100_3714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, this is how Isaac ended up.  After his blessing he pooped on Kory and on the floor of the church....and then later that day he pooped all over Aunt Jane.  It was pretty funny.  He was all over the place!  The cute little guy ended up naked, in my arms, and drooling all over the place.  He is cute no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7q717WXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BsBghX8nBBU/s1600-h/100_3748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379685732442659186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7q717WXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BsBghX8nBBU/s320/100_3748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-4891874154295203383?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4891874154295203383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/isaacs-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4891874154295203383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4891874154295203383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/isaacs-blessing.html' title='Isaac&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sqh7qamV0iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nGEWvcKBx9s/s72-c/100_3712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-2974862878039209758</id><published>2009-08-26T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:50:36.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c749715e524e3a05" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc749715e524e3a05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8CDA028A13561AB7F5B410C89F889B12677B74F.599BCA60346A1664BF891502561A5C4E818C3197%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc749715e524e3a05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dot_Xep3dRbuVh5ULMA1IKYxMiOU&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc749715e524e3a05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330377959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8CDA028A13561AB7F5B410C89F889B12677B74F.599BCA60346A1664BF891502561A5C4E818C3197%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc749715e524e3a05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dot_Xep3dRbuVh5ULMA1IKYxMiOU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We filmed this about a month ago.  He was so cute that night because of how much he was moving his arms and legs.  He has yet to repeat the performance but I am always waiting for some kind of a show.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While I am at it, I just want to make a list of all the things I love about my little man.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1.  The way he looks at me and smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2.  When he pulls himself off from breast-feeding and has little red marks on his lips and nose from being latched on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3.  When he laughs or puts on a show...you know, talking etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4.  When he rolls onto his side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5.  The way he noisily sucks on his hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6.  His chunky little legs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I should have a list a lot longer than this, but right now I can't think of anymore, although I constantly tell everyone what I love about him.  I love, love, love being a mom.  My whole perspective on life changed when I saw him and every moment I have with him I am amazed at that little miracle.  If there is one thing I don't understand it is how a person can be an atheist.  One look at a precious child ought to be enough for anyone to become a believer.  I know more than ever there is a God and that He loves us.  I thank him everyday for letting me be a creator so that I can better understand love.  If only the world knew that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-2974862878039209758?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c749715e524e3a05&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2974862878039209758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2974862878039209758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2974862878039209758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming.html' title='Swimming!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-2595673103096314620</id><published>2009-08-23T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:08:14.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the places Isaac sleeps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Daddy's lap...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI17Tp8AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_-jjrOs63XY/s1600-h/100_3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373296659208466434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI17Tp8AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_-jjrOs63XY/s320/100_3788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Mommy's arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI1ROAaOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yeHCQaxY9Jk/s1600-h/100_3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373296647910484194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI1ROAaOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yeHCQaxY9Jk/s320/100_3775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; On the ground (he fell asleep by himself)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI03YLHiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/23BaCVmW20A/s1600-h/100_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373296640973807138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI03YLHiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/23BaCVmW20A/s320/100_3772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHINVvmcxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FXafFotJF2Q/s1600-h/100_3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373295961930363666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHINVvmcxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FXafFotJF2Q/s320/100_3759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Grandpa's arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHIM7STrjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1nK6z_eDytM/s1600-h/100_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373295954828176946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHIM7STrjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1nK6z_eDytM/s320/100_3755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Grandpa Ronnie's chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHIMU8sN-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9YwXbfQaCJI/s1600-h/100_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373295944536963042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHIMU8sN-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9YwXbfQaCJI/s320/100_3743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; In Great Grandma Helen's arms (while watching the Price is Right)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHIL3AXMKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q0eUYUFwE0w/s1600-h/100_3705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373295936499298466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHIL3AXMKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q0eUYUFwE0w/s320/100_3705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Auntie Sam's arms...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHILUb8jkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TBPJmRAcK7I/s1600-h/100_3704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373295927219752514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHILUb8jkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TBPJmRAcK7I/s320/100_3704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mommy's chest (love the feet)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHHUFcLtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H5J2k0huho8/s1600-h/100_3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373294758894251730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHHUFcLtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H5J2k0huho8/s320/100_3690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bean bag at Grammie's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHG6sQzMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dtyTls601ik/s1600-h/100_3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373294752077761730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHG6sQzMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dtyTls601ik/s320/100_3681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; In a suitcase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHGZq15gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RAKD5RQfZaQ/s1600-h/100_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373294743213434370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHGZq15gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RAKD5RQfZaQ/s320/100_3649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a blanket on the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHF_YJN3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/qD4E99G-Bgc/s1600-h/100_3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373294736155686770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHF_YJN3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/qD4E99G-Bgc/s320/100_3645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; On Mommy's shoulder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHFBeeIHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mcZLg46AMwE/s1600-h/100_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373294719539224690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHHFBeeIHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mcZLg46AMwE/s320/100_3635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wish I was talented enough to rhyme like Dr. Suess since the title of my blog was inspired by him.  Oh well.  Since it is summer we travelled a lot and I definitely missed some of the places he slept, like in Kristy's pack 'n play, in Blake's crib, in the crib in Grammie's house, in the car etc.  Alas, I didn't think to do any of that.  But I will mention that after Arizona we spent a week in California.  It was so much fun!   Kory and I got to go to the beach and while swimming we got really close to some dolphins!  And we also went on walks, made really good food, and enjoyed the time with my parents.  And thanks to my mom, we got Isaac on a schedule!  Yahoo!  He is such a champ and has been sleeping through the night since that week in July we spent in CA.  Of course there have been two exceptions when he has woken up at 3:30 wanting to eat, but overall he is so amazing.  He goes down between 8-9:30, just depending on how I feel, and sleeps until 6 or 7 in the morning.  Thank you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-2595673103096314620?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2595673103096314620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-places-isaac-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2595673103096314620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/2595673103096314620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-places-isaac-sleeps.html' title='Oh the places Isaac sleeps...'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SpHI17Tp8AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_-jjrOs63XY/s72-c/100_3788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-7579970868593366087</id><published>2009-08-02T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:25:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZSIqTlfhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LiS21jnNUVo/s1600-h/100_3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566314807393810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZSIqTlfhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LiS21jnNUVo/s320/100_3668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have to do a lot of posts all at once because I have not had a minute alone with a computer in quite a few weeks.  As soon as we got home from our marathon date, I packed and we left the next morning for Arizona.  I thought it was going to be a very difficult trip because of Isaac, but it went very well.  He slept pretty much the whole way and I fed him at the stops we made along the way.  The Saturday we got there we stayed in a hotel, but the rest of the week we were there, we stayed with my sister....It was so fun to see her and spend time with her because she had yet to meet Isaac and the last time I saw her, Ethan, Blake, and Sam was during Christmas.  Anyways, Kristy and I took the boys to a little water park thing and it was so fun.  To keep Isaac cool we put wet wash cloths on his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZSILPjqzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aOJG5SW86D0/s1600-h/100_3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365566306468997938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZSILPjqzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aOJG5SW86D0/s320/100_3659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you can tell from my picture, I am atrociously white...but I had fun with Blake.  He didn't like the water much, at least not the way it was coming out of the ground, but I did get him a little wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZR04ag4FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gjHnz3Gg-zg/s1600-h/100_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365565974997164114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZR04ag4FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gjHnz3Gg-zg/s320/100_3664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ethan had a great time running through the water and he even made some friends there.  I even ran through the water with him and almost biffed it!  I slipped and caught myself with one hand.  I was laughing so hard and I looked over to see if Kristy saw me...unfortunately she didn't.  Alas, I just had a good laugh by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZR0XDxt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SGUbi7lIask/s1600-h/100_3660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365565966043428674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZR0XDxt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SGUbi7lIask/s320/100_3660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kristy, Blake, Isaac and I spent most of our time in the shade; except for the few moments we got in the water to cool ourselves off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZR0BlaGaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jtgdomOtVMM/s1600-h/100_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365565960278907298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZR0BlaGaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jtgdomOtVMM/s320/100_3657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Another fun and cool thing I got to do was see a mission companion.  We met at In 'n Out and had lunch together.  It was good to see her and hear about what she was doing.  We laughed together about the funny things our students have said to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZRzti8xwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ijkugGLT708/s1600-h/100_3655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365565954899887874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZRzti8xwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ijkugGLT708/s320/100_3655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Ethan was so cute with Isaac.  He was so helpful, entertaining Isaac when I couldn't pick him up, kissing him on the forehead, and even holding him.  Sadly I couldn't get a picture with Isaac and Ethan smiling, this was the best I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZRzVIpPaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nxseryc7zK0/s1600-h/100_3654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365565948347104674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZRzVIpPaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nxseryc7zK0/s320/100_3654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can't even tell you how grateful I am for my sister.  Ever since I was little I have adored her and wanted to be just like her.  That is true even now.  She is such a great mother to her boys, kind to all around her, and a friend to me and so many others.  I am so grateful to her and Sam for allowing us to stay in their home.  We had so much fun together!  I only wish we lived closer to eachother and could spend more time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-7579970868593366087?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7579970868593366087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/arizona.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7579970868593366087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7579970868593366087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/arizona.html' title='Arizona!!!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SnZSIqTlfhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LiS21jnNUVo/s72-c/100_3668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-4518377254540394261</id><published>2009-08-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:49:30.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkQqXO_OFYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkQqXO_OFYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On July 10, Kory and I celebrated our one year anniversary!  We had such a fun "marathon date" as Kory called it.  We started with a dollar movie:  X Men Origins: Wolverine.  It was such a good movie, sad, but really good and it helps one to understand the other three movies.  After the movie we went to Applebees where we did the two for twenty deal.  It really was a good deal because they had a decent selection of food, plus we also got an appetizer as part of the deal.  Yum!  Finally, to finish off the night we saw Jon Schmidt live at the Sandy ampitheater.  I loved watching him play the piano, he is so talented!  One of the songs he played, which was the first time he ever played it live, was "love song" mixed with "viva la vida".  It was so amazing!  I happen to like both songs, so that helps as well, but honestly, listen to it and you will know what I mean!  What made the concert even more amazing was the sunset.  The concert was outdoors and wow!  I would definitely recommend a concert at the Sandy ampitheater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, you might be wondering what Isaac was doing while we were off on our date.  Well, he went to the Oquirrh Mountain temple open house with Kory's mom and siblings, and then hung out at Kory's grandparents house until we could go pick him up after the concert.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-4518377254540394261?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4518377254540394261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4518377254540394261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4518377254540394261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-year.html' title='One Year....'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-7273232596302313438</id><published>2009-07-10T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:03:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleBCMzSJII/AAAAAAAAAEs/oiPgdapq2ng/s1600-h/100_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356892156576539778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleBCMzSJII/AAAAAAAAAEs/oiPgdapq2ng/s320/100_3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This picture in no way indicates how much fun we had on the fourth of July...this just happened to be at the end of the night and Isaac was hungry and very tired.  We definitely should have taken that picture earlier in the day.  The bib came from Aunt Jane and we had to take a picture of it on him.....But before we were taking that picture, we went to Rock Canyon Elementary and watched the fire works.  While Kory was climbing up soccer goals with Chad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleAuTNcj2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RmobIS_q2R4/s1600-h/100_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356891814699503458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleAuTNcj2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RmobIS_q2R4/s320/100_3629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleAftz-82I/AAAAAAAAAEc/scO9s6AZmRY/s1600-h/100_3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356891564142424930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleAftz-82I/AAAAAAAAAEc/scO9s6AZmRY/s320/100_3630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Isaac was very calm and seemed to like the fire works.  He was awake the whole time and was a gem that night when he slept for six straight hours!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-7273232596302313438?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7273232596302313438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7273232596302313438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7273232596302313438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SleBCMzSJII/AAAAAAAAAEs/oiPgdapq2ng/s72-c/100_3631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-6733544411317169103</id><published>2009-07-10T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:54:02.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sld-EDqKeFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k9p9tNB9D-g/s1600-h/100_3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356888889947224146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sld-EDqKeFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k9p9tNB9D-g/s320/100_3615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On June 27 my good friend and former companion Sarah got married...FINALLY! I feel like she dated Trent forever, but in reality it has not even been two years. Sarah was actually dating Trent when I got home from my mission. It was a big joke at the table that I was married and had a baby before Sarah even got married (she went home a year before I did)...plus she had been dating him the whole time. Anyways, I am very happy for her. She and Trent are perfect for eachother and I love them both. In the picture are some of the other sisters that Sarah and I served with. Starting from the left is Marlon (Ashley's husband), Ashley (formerly hna Stoddard), me, Sarah, Trent, Shaline (formerly hna Nelson), and then Emily (formerly hna Wright). The wedding dinner was beautiful. It was at Carrabas Italian Grill and the food was delicious. Plus the company was great. In the picture below is Shaline, she was my first companion and trainer on the mission. She is great. We are outside of Carrabas in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sld-NqNOo9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/k6xHso-okcA/s1600-h/100_3617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356889054913668050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sld-NqNOo9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/k6xHso-okcA/s320/100_3617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FYI, Kory and Isaac were both there with me, but Isaac was asleep and Kory was always the one taking the pictures. He's so great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-6733544411317169103?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6733544411317169103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/sarahs-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6733544411317169103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/6733544411317169103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/sarahs-wedding.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Sld-EDqKeFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k9p9tNB9D-g/s72-c/100_3615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-4225916839164690362</id><published>2009-06-25T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:23:14.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hercules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351404793278868130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SkQCTni1qqI/AAAAAAAAADE/B0N9a5qWJPY/s320/100_3601.JPG" /&gt; It seems like everytime I put Isaac in an outfit, he spits up all over it. So, sometimes he just gets to hang out in his diaper...so I have resorted to calling him Hercules. I don't know why, I am pretty sure Hercules wore a tunic type thing, but hey, it's cute. We have also resorted to calling Isaac "Turtle", because when he is laying on his belly, or I am burping him, he pulls his head back and then flings it forward...it makes Kory think of a turtle, but I personally think he looks like he's head banging, so that's what I say...headbanger. Which is kind of funny because if you have ever seen Mamma Mia, one character, Harry Bright (Colin Firth), happens to have had the nick name Headbanger. And I can only remember that because we just watched it the other day and I had already started calling Isaac a headbanger. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351406634296584034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SkQD-x3qp2I/AAAAAAAAADM/SaSRX_ut7zY/s320/100_3584.JPG" /&gt;This is a fun picture because his arm should be inside that sleeve, but he is quite the restless sleeper at times and so it was no surprise that he wiggled his way out of that sleeve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351407618288523810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SkQE4DhoGiI/AAAAAAAAADU/8QjU_dSzUgU/s320/100_3599.JPG" /&gt;Aunt Paige gave Isaac a little mohawk/fohawk (it's hard to distinguish which because of his lack of hair). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351408311241943442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SkQFgY-mKZI/AAAAAAAAADc/oP-EDtm4xUw/s320/100_3604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mother like Son...I was waiting for Kory to get off the phone and so I put Isaac on the bed to sleep while I got dressed and did some stuff in the room (Kory was on the phone, talking to a business friend in the room where the crib is...).  Anyways, I got sleepy and laid down next to Isaac, I fell asleep....and it just so happens that Isaac and I were sleeping in close to identical positions.  Notice the arm resting on the head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-4225916839164690362?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4225916839164690362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/hercules.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4225916839164690362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/4225916839164690362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/hercules.html' title='Hercules'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SkQCTni1qqI/AAAAAAAAADE/B0N9a5qWJPY/s72-c/100_3601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-5832389180518448227</id><published>2009-06-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:53:53.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1lkKfVlJI/AAAAAAAAABk/6aQ23u-LOgM/s1600-h/100_3520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345040004724135058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1lkKfVlJI/AAAAAAAAABk/6aQ23u-LOgM/s320/100_3520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back on May 22, after I had finished everything I needed to for the elementary school field day, I knew that I could go into labor. Even though there was still one week left of school, PE was not "needed" and I was sure that having a baby over Memorial day weekend would be the best because Kory would get to spend time with us instead of time in the computer lab, getting ready for finals. Well, Memorial day weekend came and went with only slight indications of labor.Throughout the weekend I had been having erratic but painful contractions. I went to school and taught those next few days after Memorial day, still very pregnant and still having random contractions. On Thursday night, May 28, I started having consistent and painful contractions. About every 10-15 minutes I would have one minute of serious pain. I could not sleep that night, so I spent my time pacing the living room. At about 2 am I made Kory get up and walk around the block with me because I was beginning to go nuts. He was a less than sympathetic husband...he was still very much asleep and didn't realize I was serious when I said I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1ofAA_AXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zC4Jk1q635g/s1600-h/100_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345043214548009330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1ofAA_AXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zC4Jk1q635g/s320/100_3528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was in labor. He told me to turn on a movie and to let him sleep. So I watched "Hitch" and labored by myself in the living room. I didn't want to go to the hospital until the contractionswere closer together, so I waited. The morning of May 29 was long, I slept in 10 minute stretches and just waited. Kory had to go to school to finish a project, so we promised to stay in touch and I waited. I had a doctor's appointment that afternoon so I went, fully expecting to be able to go back home and labor more at home. The good news was I was dilated to a 3, which means I was in labor.The bad news was that the doctor thought that the baby, who was head down before, had flipped. So he did an ultra sound and discovered that it was true. The doctor,because I was in labor, wanted to do a c-section right away because it would be harder to get the baby out, the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1rdvo4MaI/AAAAAAAAACU/K4kYm9hC29M/s1600-h/100_3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046491506946466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1rdvo4MaI/AAAAAAAAACU/K4kYm9hC29M/s320/100_3539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;further down he dropped. A c-section was the last thing I wanted. I had planned, from the beginning to have a vaginal birth, but also to do it naturally. I was very upset by this point because I was supposed to go right over to the hospital to get checked in for surgery. Kory was still at school and I didn't have a way to contact him. When I finally was able to contact him, with the help of Kristy and a friend, I was in tears. I really needed someone else with me to calm me down and reassure me that everything would be okay. I went over to the hospital alone, and after much waiting, he finally was able to get there. We had the doctor come in and explain again why I would not attempt a vaginal birth with a breech baby. Really it all came down to a few factors, one, it is dangerous for a baby to go feet first through a birth canal; and two, trying to flip him was impossible because he was forty weeks (no room), plus not enough fluid. It was so nice to have Kory there with &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1po1ypMsI/AAAAAAAAACE/HBkBVGeuCJA/s1600-h/100_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345044483113824962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1po1ypMsI/AAAAAAAAACE/HBkBVGeuCJA/s320/100_3535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me as the doctor talked because he helped me to stay calm and understand that a c-section would be the best option. May 29, at 6:41, Isaac was born. He was 8 lbs, 7 oz and 19.5 inches long. It's hard to explain the emotion I felt during the surgery and when I finally heard and saw my baby. I couldn't get back to him fast enough. Unfortunately, after they pulled Isaac out, I felt serious pain and the doctors had to give me a little bit of morphine, before I knew it I was asleep and waking up again. I forced myself to stay awake after they woke me up so I could get downstairs to my baby. Kory and I enjoyed our time together, wondering at the little miracle that was ours. Over the next few days, and even now, I find myself just looking at Isaac and thanking God for such a beautiful, healthy baby. Maybe it's just the post partum emotions, but even now I get teary eyed thinking of my sleeping boy. He is an angel and I will stop writing so I can download these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-5832389180518448227?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5832389180518448227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-isaac.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5832389180518448227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/5832389180518448227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-isaac.html' title='The Story of Isaac'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/Si1lkKfVlJI/AAAAAAAAABk/6aQ23u-LOgM/s72-c/100_3520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-1362784658705929534</id><published>2009-05-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:04:59.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't find the camera, which means no pictures today.  But I thought a small update was in order.  I still have not gone into labor, which many thought I would do over the weekend.  So here I sit, one day away from the official due date with nothing but a big, uncomfortable belly.  I went to teach today and that went well, but the kids are getting more impatient and apparently one of the girls called me a jerk today.  Haha.  First of all, only in elementary school would a teacher hear that because all the kids feel it is there duty to tell on everyone else!  On top of that, do I even care?  No.  And this is why I am a jerk....because I demand fair play.  Wow, I a must really be out there if I am the only person getting on the kids for cheating or playing unfairly.  So, that's my story.  There's not much else to report except that I know I have pictures I want to post...but alas, no camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-1362784658705929534?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1362784658705929534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1362784658705929534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1362784658705929534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-7191881600102049313</id><published>2009-05-06T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:22:00.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kindergartener's View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgI_Ilw6OKI/AAAAAAAAABc/tTRtbjZFusI/s1600-h/100_3371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332894325568845986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgI_Ilw6OKI/AAAAAAAAABc/tTRtbjZFusI/s320/100_3371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of weeks ago, just as I was finishing up my student teaching, one of my professor's put me in contact with the principal of an elementary school to try and set me up with an opportunity to teach as a PE specialist for the fall.  Well, lucky me, the PE specialist that was supposed to finish out this year (meaning until the end of May), had to stop working.  So this principal asked if I would step in until the end of the year (suppposing of course I don't have this baby early).  So I accepted the position, hoping that all would go well.  So far everything has gone very well, but it is also very trying because elementary kids are VERY different from middle school and high school, both of which I am the most used to teaching.  Something that I noticed today also happens to be the inspiration for the picture I took just moments ago. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go talk to the Kindergarten teacher today about the fact that I won't be teaching on Friday because I will be helping with a school activity.  Well after I spoke with her I turned to leave and noticed a mirror with the exact view that you see above.  I couldn't even see my face!  I would've had to bend down or gone on my knees or something to see my reflection.  I never realized that!  Have you ever thought about it?  Little kids, unless they are looking up into your face, just see the bottom half of you.  It was such a funny thought!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, while I am talking about my job, I might as well share some of the funny things that I have noticed about kids.  First of all, they are hilarious.  They make up these random things in order to obey rules.  For example, I don't let the younger kids (Kindergarten, 1st and 2nd) go outside without me leading them out because there is a parking lot where they could potentially run and get hit.  So I lead their lines out.  Well this one class says that anything in front of the teacher is hot lava....they have to play this game so they can obey the rule of not going in front of me.  So random and funny.  Second of all, they always feel the need to tell me who is cheating, who hit who, that someone is butting in line etc.  It drives me a little crazy!  Just deal with it!  Third, they have practically NO attention span.  I guess I should have known that by now, but when you are dealing with 25-30 kids and none of them are paying attention!  Holy cow, talk about learning patience!  Anyways, it has been such a fun adventure so far and I love it.  Hopefully this baby won't come until his due date so I can get some more experience teaching this age group, especially if there is a possibility I will be teaching next fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-7191881600102049313?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7191881600102049313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindergarteners-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7191881600102049313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/7191881600102049313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindergarteners-view.html' title='A Kindergartener&apos;s View'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgI_Ilw6OKI/AAAAAAAAABc/tTRtbjZFusI/s72-c/100_3371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-1717045433648867268</id><published>2009-05-05T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:24:50.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower and baby names!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgENKOYOVjI/AAAAAAAAABU/VsuH7mVZAy0/s1600-h/100_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332557903092930098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgENKOYOVjI/AAAAAAAAABU/VsuH7mVZAy0/s320/100_3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I couldn't find very many pictures from my baby shower that I liked a lot so I decided to go with the two best ones.  My baby shower was so much fun and there was some really good food that Susan and her sister Jane made.  Yum!  I am so glad that so many friends and family members came.  It felt so good to be around people I love and celebrating a momentous, soon to be occasion that will be happening in my family...the birth of my son!  My goodness that sounds so weird, my son!  Anyways, I got some very neat and thoughtful gifts, including some very creative ones.  For example, this picture on the left is a bib, but not any ordinary bib, it was made out of a hand towel and the whole for the neck can stretch to fit over the baby's head.  Maybe I just haven't been to enough baby showers, or maybe I just don't know enough people who are skilled and creative, but I thought that was a pretty sweet little bib.  Who knows though, maybe it is entirely impractical?  I guess I will have to see, and I will let you all know.  Ha, isn't that conceited of me to think that people might actually care about whether that bib worked or not?  Oh well.  The picture below was taken with a good friend of mine, Jamie.  She and I met freshmen year and ended up in the same major, going on missions at the same time etc.  She is great and I love her!  As for other attendees, I must admit that I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgENJkzgLoI/AAAAAAAAABM/N3vhdX1pvlQ/s1600-h/100_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332557891933056642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgENJkzgLoI/AAAAAAAAABM/N3vhdX1pvlQ/s320/100_3347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seeing my cousin Heather, some family friends, and my mom!  She stuck around after graduation just to be able to attend.  I owe her so much!  She and my dad helped a ton while they were in town, not only providing some very delicious food, but also helping me hang pictures, go shopping, and think about the baby.  Truthfully, and I know this may sound harsh, but I have been so busy finishing school and student teaching that being pregnant was just something about me.  It has not been all consuming and I definitely have not spent oodles of time prepping for the little guy.  Thank goodness some people can bring me back to reality by asking, where is he going to sleep?  Do you have a car seat (thanks to my sister, she has also been a complete life saver!)?  You know, things you would expect an eight month pregnant woman to already have or have thought about.  Not the case with me, sorry if I am a disappointment to all you moms!  Oh, and going along on this baby topic, Kory and I have yet to decide on a name.  Probably because some months back we made a list and then crossed off the ones we didn't like as much etc, you know the drill.  Well, I lost the list.  These past few weeks I have been searching everywhere for it because the name question comes up a lot these days.  So last night, I gave up my search and decided to just go through every boy name I could find on the internet and make another list.  Last night was irritating for that reason because I knew that my list was already a short one, but it was MIA.  So, I looked at my new list this morning with joy and dread because let's be honest, I had to re-eliminate names.  Here comes the irony....Kory calls me when he gets to school to tell me he found the original list.  Yes, he found the original.  The day after I had just gone through hundreds of names, he found the list, in his math book of all places!!!!!  Talk about ironic.  So we have the list, but since this morning, have not eliminated any more, but we are getting closer, rest assured of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029274140951780083-1717045433648867268?l=calmesfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1717045433648867268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-shower-and-baby-names.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1717045433648867268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029274140951780083/posts/default/1717045433648867268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmesfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-shower-and-baby-names.html' title='Baby Shower and baby names!'/><author><name>Monica Calmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18172083648114736293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SgENKOYOVjI/AAAAAAAAABU/VsuH7mVZAy0/s72-c/100_3353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029274140951780083.post-6135856735192335419</id><published>2009-04-27T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:05:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX-wuQzBfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Qguz-eQt6pQ/s1600-h/100_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329445847068509682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX-wuQzBfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Qguz-eQt6pQ/s320/100_3268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last week I became an official college GRAD! For the past 4 1/2 years I have attended BYU. I can't say that I have loved every minute of it, but I can say that those moments I didn't like I can't remember very well. Instead I remember meeting my best friends, learning from great professors, and watching my fair share of sporting events! One of my favorite things about BYU is their ability to get general authorities to come and speak for various occasions. Luckily for the commencement exercises this year we had Elder Russell M. Nelson speak, and presiding was President Deiter F. Uchtdorf. On the stand was Elder D. Todd Christofferson, Sister Julie B. Beck (general relief society president), and Elder Ronald Rasband (of the presidency of the seventy). Talk about SWEET! Both President Uchtdorf and Elder Nelson spoke, both of whom did an excellent job. At times I found myself in tears knowing that my formal education was at an end...for now. Elder Nelson spoke of becoming. What an incredible thought. We went to school for so long just to get a degree, to "become" something, but in the end he was talk&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX9aajZoNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LPjiEGipITo/s1600-h/100_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329444364309078226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX9aajZoNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LPjiEGipITo/s320/100_3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing of becoming a better disciple of Christ and using our education for the benefit of others. Another thing that he spoke of was learning from others' mistakes. He challenged us to do that, instead of having to make those same mistakes. President Uchtdorf received an honorary doctorate for international relations and gave an excellent speech about continuing to learn, seeking the guidance of the spirit....and there was one other thing that I can't remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the above picture was taken after the commencement at the bottom of the famous bell tower. I posted this picture, although it isn't the best of me, because it shows my pregnant belly the best. And I love this picture with my parents....because without them I would never have made it through college. They were there to inspire and help me all along the way. I will be forever grateful for their support and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX-_hB0tqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VkiS59-a8oE/s1600-h/100_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329446101214082722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX-_hB0tqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VkiS59-a8oE/s320/100_3281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course I love this picture to the left because of my shoes....haha, although that is partly true, the real truth is that my husband is so cute. I am so grateful for him and for his ever inspiring comments and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX_92f30tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gPFVx20rqDo/s1600-h/100_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329447172129149650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pkg9bw7hI_4/SfX_92f30tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gPFVx20rqDo/s320/100_3343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I cannot forget all those who came to the convocation (not the same as commencement, this was just for my college).  I liked convocation because it was smaller (about 600 graduates), and I got to see my professors and take pictures with them...I will have to post those another day, I am running out of time right now!  Anyways, I am so grateful for Kory's family for coming and supporting me.  Just so everyone knows, starting from the left we have Chadwick, Susan, Grandma Helen, Allison, Samantha, Kory, Me, Mom, Dad.  All of Kory's siblings came as did his mom and grandma.  I love them all and appreciate their support so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is going to be it for my first blog....maybe later I will get the chance to post pictures my baby shower and other events from the weekend!  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