<?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-2242581332000385588</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:09:17.492-07:00</updated><category term='blogship'/><title type='text'>The Norris Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-807746606606423575</id><published>2009-02-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:36:16.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>Updates coming soon...I promise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-807746606606423575?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/807746606606423575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=807746606606423575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/807746606606423575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/807746606606423575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHHHH!'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-4304924725832901930</id><published>2008-10-16T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:32:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</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/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2XFmeD4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hDH97MpR_xU/s1600-h/endofsummer08+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2XFmeD4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hDH97MpR_xU/s320/endofsummer08+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801228990943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't posted in a while and things have just been weird lately.  Three weeks ago, Phil was let go from his job at EDS.  We have been job hunting and applying for anything we see, but no luck so far.  He has a promising interview next week, but training for this job won't start until November 24th...way too long for us to be without income.  We have decided to move back in with his mom for a few months so that we can get back on our feet.  Not something i necessarily want to do, but things will all work out in the end.  I just grabbed some pictures of stuff that has happened in September, so you can see what we've been up to and how much our son has grown!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above&lt;/span&gt;: Aiden has adjusted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; to his Toddler bed.  I was very worried about the transition, but he has always been such a good sleeper that it went so smooth.  Now he will get up and play for a while in the morning and I can get about 30 more minutes of sleep!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2XfdiVGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1-9Hp5uWuK4/s1600-h/endofsummer08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2XfdiVGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1-9Hp5uWuK4/s320/endofsummer08+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801235932796002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday through Wednesday, I babysit a little girl who is three months younger than Aiden.   For the most part, they get along great, they of course have their moments, but its very nice that I can help with income and stay home with Aiden. 

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2Xz2NXfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QNnKtD0ffkE/s1600-h/Just+kids+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2Xz2NXfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QNnKtD0ffkE/s320/Just+kids+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801241404988914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2YPiq9aI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2FWMbYqEH9c/s1600-h/Just+kids+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2YPiq9aI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2FWMbYqEH9c/s320/Just+kids+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801248839234978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bath time is one of the favorite times in Aiden's little world right now.  He is getting so animated with his toys; he talks to them and makes them walk around or hop around...its so silly!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1ppWl49I/AAAAAAAAAOA/TP4DxCN2nVs/s1600-h/endofsummer08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1ppWl49I/AAAAAAAAAOA/TP4DxCN2nVs/s320/endofsummer08+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800448314041298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our favorite cousins, Susan, was able to make a visit to Boise recently and we had them over for a little while.  Aiden and Paul played well together, and they like to give each other hugs.  I think Paul was having more fun than Aiden! 

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1p2wE6CI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rzgawz16q6s/s1600-h/endofsummer08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1p2wE6CI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rzgawz16q6s/s320/endofsummer08+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800451910592546" border="0" /&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/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1qQ8evVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VccSJFUvbcc/s1600-h/endofsummer08+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1qQ8evVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VccSJFUvbcc/s320/endofsummer08+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800458941939026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phil loves loves loves the rain.  We had a dry spell for a while in Boise, but one day it just decided to rain all day.  Phil was so happy, he wanted to go for a walk but he couldn't go alone, so his buddy went with him.  Aiden loved it to!   We walked down to my mom's house, about 1/2 mile away, and Aiden walked the whole time...I couldn't believe that he could walk that long and he didn't cry or ask to be picked up the entire way.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1qw7qmiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bauNnSScVts/s1600-h/endofsummer08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1qw7qmiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bauNnSScVts/s320/endofsummer08+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800467528456738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got to my mom's they were painting their basement and Aiden wanted in on the fun.  They bought him a little mini roller and let him to go town on one of the walls.  I think when it was all said and done, he had more paint than his little section of wall.  But he had fun hanging out with papa and nana. 
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1rJATHuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KKueb4vzeqA/s1600-h/endofsummer08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd1rJATHuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KKueb4vzeqA/s320/endofsummer08+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257800473990340322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, that is it for right now.  I will keep everyone posted about the job situation and hopefully we can be back on our feet again soon.  Thanks for all your support! 
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-4304924725832901930?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4304924725832901930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=4304924725832901930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4304924725832901930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4304924725832901930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SPd2XFmeD4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/hDH97MpR_xU/s72-c/endofsummer08+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-7822604224508875301</id><published>2008-09-21T20:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:38:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm dangerously close to just starting my own blog. We would have 2, one for cute family stuff, and one for me and my adventures and wild imagination...let me know if any of you have an opinion...
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I found something online while I was making my Christmas list that caught my eye and now has engaged my obsession...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, it's another one of those ideas that you have and think "man, I'd make a billion million dollars if I could make that" and then you see it in a store and just feel like you missed out on your winning lottery ticket. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNcQR4Aw5WI/AAAAAAAAALE/IqQrdqHpHUs/s1600-h/Classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248681790003012962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNcQR4Aw5WI/AAAAAAAAALE/IqQrdqHpHUs/s200/Classic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a pair of shoes that you can hike or climb or swim or run in. Except, they are like toe socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have ALWAYS run faster barefoot. It's easier to get propulsion when you're bounding off your toes and not the ball of your foot.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I wanted a shoe that would let me pick something up with my toes, would let me feel what I'm walking on, or let me hang from a tree a strangle my prey with my feet!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNcSV9_EfTI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xha9U_oO52E/s1600-h/QCFOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248684059349253426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNcSV9_EfTI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xha9U_oO52E/s200/QCFOR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;This is exactly what I want. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;For the love of all that is good and holy...Someone needs to get me these for Christmas. Either that or Injinji Outdoor sock. Both of which I will need in order to start my own reality TV show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intend to make Bear Brylles in the forest look like child in a jungle gym. We'll call it Feral Phil and I'll eat bugs and drink poo juice and all that stuff he does. That's what it takes to be a man, right? I'll bet he's never even HEARD of the bravery test...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-7822604224508875301?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7822604224508875301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=7822604224508875301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/7822604224508875301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/7822604224508875301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-excited-and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='I&apos;m so excited, and I just can&apos;t hide it!'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNcQR4Aw5WI/AAAAAAAAALE/IqQrdqHpHUs/s72-c/Classic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-4138677664293970051</id><published>2008-09-16T17:41:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:20:29.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravery Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBSxuQSlRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2aRRQBFAeIA/s1600-h/Bravery+Test+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246784580070053138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBSxuQSlRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2aRRQBFAeIA/s320/Bravery+Test+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, in the glorious apartment of bachelors, we had the hankering to prove our manhood to eachother. We had heard tales of the "bravery test". Of course, this piqued our curiosity at its sheer mention and we decided we must do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many years later, the same group of men gathered together in a smaller apartment, as friends, a band of brothers, and we took it upon ourselves to renew the embarrassing bond that drove us &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBScRErJmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CqVRwbQ4zL0/s1600-h/Bravery+Test+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;together so long ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBRZMOkK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/ahNQTJcYNpc/s1600-h/Bravery+Test+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, being a boy is a messy business fraught with danger and useless peril. So, we gathered the ingredients for disaster...a plate of water, bread, paper towels, a lighter, and several large glasses... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBTBkB5aJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rrznQ9_yYSU/s1600-h/Bravery+Test+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246784852203235474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBTBkB5aJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rrznQ9_yYSU/s320/Bravery+Test+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just as bad as it sounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all took our shirts off, which was blinding for most everyone in the room when I took my shirt off and the mood quickly turned to awe inspiring when Mason and Ammon removed their top layers. The perfectly sculpted bodies of solid muscle and chiseled features made the rest of us uncomfortable with ourselves.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, follow along with this easy to read, step by step guide to manhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Bravery Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246786351750684434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBUY2R3nxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UOQJE98SN-E/s320/Bravery+Test+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Soak bread in the plate of water and place on your stomache, ABOVE the belly button (if applicable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246786945896548322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBU7bpSB-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/uyc-MKGoiis/s320/Bravery+Test+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Light the paper on fire. Let it get a good fire going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246787514640252930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBVciYWQAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/L6weloulORs/s320/Bravery+Test+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Cover the ball of fire with a glass, works best with mason jars, but anything with a wide enough mouth will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246817701077190562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBw5nnwB6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/QJXP63op59g/s320/Bravery+Test+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And there you have it. You're a man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The wet bread is to protect your stomache from burning. The burning paper is to suck all the oxygen out of the glass when you cover it. After you cover it, your stomache gets vacuumed into the glass by quite a bit. It's a very disorienting and almost scary feeling. DO NOT GET IT ON YOUR BELLY BUTTON. YOU &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; COME UNDONE AND SPILL YOUR INTESTINES. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Afterward, you stand up and try really hard NOT to laugh or make a muscle because it hurts when you resist the suction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy, and sorry about the topless photos.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-4138677664293970051?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4138677664293970051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=4138677664293970051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4138677664293970051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4138677664293970051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/bravery-test.html' title='Bravery Test'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SNBSxuQSlRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2aRRQBFAeIA/s72-c/Bravery+Test+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-2491159432011368012</id><published>2008-08-23T10:19:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:10:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawtooth Trip 08</title><content type='html'>August 14th...4 men "allegedly" drove from Boise to Stanley Idaho in search of strange and mythical creatures said to inhabit the wilds of the Sawtooth Mountains.
&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBOBWXOKQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-bUZ1hXQi5s/s1600-h/IMGP4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237772151721699586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBOBWXOKQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-bUZ1hXQi5s/s320/IMGP4822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving their families with only faint hopes of their return some 4 days later. They could only dream that these men would come back the same as they left. However, nothing could be further from the truth. They would come back, oh yes, but as mere facsimiles of who they were before. They would be changed. Into something...greater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBPBV4V9aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GGMVibKylsQ/s1600-h/IMGP4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237773251103815074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBPBV4V9aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GGMVibKylsQ/s320/IMGP4825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after arriving, they discovered this would be no ordinary trip. One of the adventurers, Dave Norris, had brought a musical instrument designed to entice the beasts to the camp in an effort to get a better look, or possibly to capture a live specimen. The others armed themselves with wooden sticks they carved straight from standing live trees the size of grain silos, and with their bare hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The group made base camp, prepared for several day hikes out of the area in pursuit of the mindless killing machines they were here to find. The camp was chosen to allow only anticipated points of attack, so the group was aware of their weaknesses and were ready for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBSY8FlafI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MJ_tX1Zt2os/s1600-h/Sawtooth+08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237776955031775730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBSY8FlafI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MJ_tX1Zt2os/s320/Sawtooth+08+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had all mentally and physically prepped for this mission. Not a detail had been missed. Phil and Dave did not forget a first aid kit, water shoes, or good bug spray. They did however bring a strong scented asphyxiation utility which does not repel insects at all...which is, of course, the point. The two hunters wanted to acclimate themselves to the woods. If the bugs left them alone, they would make themselves obvious. The bugs landed on their flesh, but at that close proximity, they could not breathe and they flew away almost immediately. The 20+ bug bites they endured were self inflicted to fit in.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBXjLp1k6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ud6G89SRQzc/s1600-h/IMGP4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237782628567192482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBXjLp1k6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ud6G89SRQzc/s320/IMGP4893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one of the treks from base camp, the party decided to split up. They formed ranks based on those with ridiculously long legs and those who are shorter and must run to keep up. For this reason, Jered and Matt decided to take point and lead the scouting party while Dave and Phil followed further behind, ready to provide backup and cover fire. This was the sole reason for them to lag almost a quarter mile behind the entire hike up to Imogene. No sightings were found on this hike to the higher elevations...but there was another hike on the day previous that DID produce some satisfactory results...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBhBSico5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/B60vnM8Cgj0/s1600-h/IMGP4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237793041415971730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="236" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBhBSico5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/B60vnM8Cgj0/s320/IMGP4853.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a small lake (Upper Hell Roaring) after a steep climb to get to it. Phil Norris has been reported to have "smoked them like a cigar" when referring to the 3 other men on the climb with him. After arriving at the lake, and securing the area, Jered and Matt proceeded to empty the lake of all edible life. The only survivors were those who were deemed unfit for eating and were therefore released at the whim of their captors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo (above left) was in fact taken of Phil as he was quite possibly drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the swim out to a top secret island in the middle of this highly secluded body of water in the upper elevations of the Sawtooths (see below).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBki1MmaVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-DOU8ExZrZs/s1600-h/Sawtooth+08+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237796916190144850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBki1MmaVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-DOU8ExZrZs/s320/Sawtooth+08+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monsters in question were nowhere to be found in this area. Although, they rarely show themselves in the daytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this climb, Jered went for a swim in a shallow stream with his boots on. None of the other men clearly witnessed what happened next, but it appears that a "beast" may have launched itself from the depths of the babbling brook to drag Jered to his doom. Having been trained in the dark arts of martial defense, he fought off his assailant. But not without injury...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBlmLboQVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H9yJ5OW4CxI/s1600-h/Sawtooth+08+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBm0btyZTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hDBmGWhxYrM/s1600-h/IMGP4875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237799417610921266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBm0btyZTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hDBmGWhxYrM/s320/IMGP4875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can clearly see here, this journey was fraught with peril and dangerous creatures. After 24 hours of being in the high mountain climate and thin air, the men started showing signs of dementia and insane thought. They made rash decisions about exactly WHAT they would do for $1 million, which super powers would be best suited for daily living, and...most importantly...HOW TO RECOGNIZE A VAMPIRE IF YOU ARE BEING HUNTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, after all, was the reason they were there. They were hunting the most elusive and dangerous of all creatures, the bane to human existence, the vampire.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBoYv4j7sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TaD3QH6fYLg/s1600-h/IMGP4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237801141011738306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBoYv4j7sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TaD3QH6fYLg/s320/IMGP4903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the only photographic evidence of a vampire they found on the trip. It later turned out to be Matt, who was not drinking blood from a Nalgene at all. It was simply rasberry Crystal Light. This mistaken identity did not keep the rest of the men from tying him up in camp that night and draping garlic across his chest and dropping hot coals into his pajamas. He is, in fact, not a vampire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the morning of the 4th day, the intrepid adventurers headed homeware, emptyhanded, but with a plethora of megnificent memories and a mindful of jokes and stories that will never ever ever leave those mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plans are, next year, to commit themselves to a similar expedition, again in search of the wild and untameable and most likely dangerous. None of them can wait until 2009 when the hilarity will ensue once more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237807441947416626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SLBuHgssWDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ChRVgfF1V4U/s400/Sawtooth+08+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdqLe0iZDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V9qoCH1l24w/s1600-h/New+camera+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdqLe0iZDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V9qoCH1l24w/s320/New+camera+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766237698647090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to walk down his slide...becoming pretty brave I would say.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdqLm5usdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YCBC6QUcFuY/s1600-h/New+camera+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdqLm5usdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YCBC6QUcFuY/s320/New+camera+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766239867908562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is lining up and stacking his yogurt covered raisins...it just doesn't taste the same unless you play with it first I guess.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdoVVYhMqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X87tQ3yDS_k/s1600-h/New+camera+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdoVVYhMqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/X87tQ3yDS_k/s320/New+camera+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764207940645538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden and I testing out our new camera...
(p.s. notice the haircut..my friend Kristi did it for him)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdodTU5zFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-kQu_VEBA4/s1600-h/New+camera+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdodTU5zFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v-kQu_VEBA4/s320/New+camera+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764344827563090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden has been "reading" his photo album lately...he likes to point out "mama, dada, nana, papa,  and mamama(grandma)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdodwD4QXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7AtERGEAHM/s1600-h/New+camera+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdodwD4QXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7AtERGEAHM/s320/New+camera+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764352540787058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a bird's nest right outside our apartment door, sadly, two days after I took his, someone took down and destroyed the nest :(

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdoeIdKHWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I47ZX8HIskw/s1600-h/New+camera+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdoeIdKHWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/I47ZX8HIskw/s320/New+camera+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764359089266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden playing at a little splash park in Meridian...he loves to go and I love to take him - the best part is....its FREE!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdoet2a9fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BEY3SPJ1_9Y/s1600-h/New+camera+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdoet2a9fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BEY3SPJ1_9Y/s320/New+camera+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230764369127339506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden and his friend Hunter playing.


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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-4023953654055270339?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4023953654055270339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=4023953654055270339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4023953654055270339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4023953654055270339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Last couple of weeks'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SJdqKqOiFYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VKaLQg2AQ6A/s72-c/New+camera+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-7848738037346939661</id><published>2008-07-11T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:02:21.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHePPhApjBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_hBp0wrmAqs/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHePPhApjBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_hBp0wrmAqs/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799789681282066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHePQqk3zVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v6RZXe_dhzI/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHePQqk3zVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v6RZXe_dhzI/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799809428999506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we decided to go to Ann Morrison Park in Boise and watch the fireworks.  We went last year, minus baby and decided to try it out and see if he like it this year.  We got there about an hour early to secure some good seats and Aiden was a little restless but I think that once the fireworks started, he was amazed.  He needed his binky and blanket and a comforting lap to sit on but he loved to look at them and would not take his eyes off of the show.  The top picture is obviously of Aiden and I, trying to keep him busy until the fireworks started and the bottom picture is of my dad and Aiden just playing before the show.  We tried to take a lot more pictures but Aiden would not look at the camera so they didn't turn out too well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-7848738037346939661?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7848738037346939661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=7848738037346939661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/7848738037346939661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/7848738037346939661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America!'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHePPhApjBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_hBp0wrmAqs/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+stuff+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-2533585690008527994</id><published>2008-07-11T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:48:29.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeN4A5fW3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXF-zEB8Lk0/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeN4A5fW3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXF-zEB8Lk0/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221798286412700530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeN4iI2GqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-f6Une9jkIA/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeN4iI2GqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-f6Une9jkIA/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221798295335475874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHA, i'm so evil.  The other night, Phil and I wanted to go to the gym for a couple of hours.  We asked Phil's brother, Jeffrey, to babysit for us.  Jeff had been a little late because a friend's clock had been the wrong time.  Well, i was very bitter and stubborn about that so I decided to withhold the fact that Aiden has had the grossest diapers the past few days trying to get over the flu/diarrhea.  We came home from the gym to find Aiden with no clothes on, a BACKWARDS diapers and Jeff with the meanest, hateful look on his face.  HAHA, the backwards diaper thing was hilarious.  I don't know if he'll ever babysit again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-2533585690008527994?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2533585690008527994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=2533585690008527994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/2533585690008527994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/2533585690008527994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-101.html' title='Baby 101'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeN4A5fW3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HXF-zEB8Lk0/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+stuff+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-6188293764924351383</id><published>2008-07-11T09:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:42:53.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeM8F4mSSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FLiBKX1wpbc/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeM8F4mSSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FLiBKX1wpbc/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221797256958986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't even ask me how, but Aiden started climbing up into his own high chair.  Does that mean he's too big for it?  I'm not ready to give it up, and he doesn't seem to mind sitting in it.  This is a shot we took catching him halfway up into the chair.  I'm worried about things to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-6188293764924351383?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6188293764924351383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=6188293764924351383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/6188293764924351383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/6188293764924351383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing up?..'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeM8F4mSSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FLiBKX1wpbc/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+stuff+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-4868486644014496959</id><published>2008-07-11T09:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:39:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby</title><content type='html'>I went out of town for three days to visit Phil's sister, Emily, in Salt Lake.  Phil was kind enough to take three days off of work so I could go by myself and have a little vacation.  While I was away, they found a new hobby together...to hike up to Table Rock.  You can drive up there, bike up there, run up there, or even hike up there.  I can barely do the hike but its amazing to see the runners and bikers.  Anyway, Phil has been going two or three times a week since then, he is preparing for a mountain trip in the middle of august in the Sawtooth's.  I've only been twice but it kicked my butt both times...i'm very out of shape! 
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeKwUm3rEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zrxju551tKc/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeKwUm3rEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zrxju551tKc/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221794855729474626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeKw9bEebI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1zTwFY664Cc/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeKw9bEebI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1zTwFY664Cc/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221794866685835698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-4868486644014496959?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4868486644014496959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=4868486644014496959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4868486644014496959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4868486644014496959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-hobby.html' title='New Hobby'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeKwUm3rEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zrxju551tKc/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+stuff+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-5285962489991270015</id><published>2008-07-11T09:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:29:31.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeJicK2cBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uPBeFLrXqD0/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeJicK2cBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uPBeFLrXqD0/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221793517729640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeJiiun6sI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aQX13r5dFfg/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeJiiun6sI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aQX13r5dFfg/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221793519490296514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, i realize that Father's day was like a month ago, but I did take pictures...I just didn't blog them until now.  Anyway, we had a pretty good day.  Phil got a new BBQ grill, which he was very happy about.  We stopped by his dad's house and then we went to my Mom's for food...even though my dad was working :(  Here are some pictures with the new grill, kind of dark but you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-5285962489991270015?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5285962489991270015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=5285962489991270015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5285962489991270015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5285962489991270015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeJicK2cBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uPBeFLrXqD0/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+stuff+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-2619139334123456599</id><published>2008-07-11T09:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:27:09.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeIgKka5VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FLDZJqDU04E/s1600-h/4th+of+july+and+stuff+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeIgKka5VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FLDZJqDU04E/s320/4th+of+july+and+stuff+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221792379133683026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Okay okay okay, I know its been a long time since
I've posted anything...sorry!  I will do everything today
so there will be a lot to read.  This is just a picture of
all the stuff my visiting teacher put into a get well package
for Aiden and I.  We were both sick with colds and then
Aiden developed an ear infection (of course!)  In the package
there were two cans of soup, some movies, popcorn, medicine
for me and for Aiden.  Some fruit snacks and animal
cookies and of course chocolate for me.  This is was so cool,
one of the nicest things someone has ever done for me,
i am so grateful for her, so if you are reading this, THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-2619139334123456599?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2619139334123456599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=2619139334123456599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/2619139334123456599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/2619139334123456599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-okay-okay-i-know-its-been-long.html' title='Sick again!'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SHeIgKka5VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FLDZJqDU04E/s72-c/4th+of+july+and+stuff+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-4550143645545742914</id><published>2008-05-20T15:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:54:27.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SDNL4HtAm2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eGJ_MSTR9sM/s1600-h/Crayons+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202585422055644002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SDNL4HtAm2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eGJ_MSTR9sM/s320/Crayons+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SDNL4XtAm3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rwfdXL81GZE/s1600-h/Crayons+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202585426350611314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SDNL4XtAm3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rwfdXL81GZE/s320/Crayons+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never really cared or thought about the fact that crayons are non-toxic...let's just say that I appreciate it.  I now know that Aiden isn't much of a "colorer", he just likes to eat them.  We'll put them away for now.
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&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/2242581332000385588-4550143645545742914?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4550143645545742914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=4550143645545742914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4550143645545742914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/4550143645545742914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/non-toxic.html' title='Non-Toxic'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SDNL4HtAm2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/eGJ_MSTR9sM/s72-c/Crayons+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-1273581511342212904</id><published>2008-05-19T13:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:19:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last year in May, we took a week's vacation in Salt Lake and went to Lagoon while we were there.  We decided it would be a lot of fun to do that again so we planned the trip this year and went.  It was Phil, Aiden and I, along with Phil's younget brother Dave and our good friend Mason.  My friend Camille drove up from St. George Utah and Phil's sister Emily lives in Salt Lake so they came too.  It was so much fun getting everyone together. 

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This is how the trip started.  We held off Aiden's afternoon nap so he could sleep for the drive and he was out by the time we pulled out of our parking lot!!!
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Mason and Dave are very enthusiastic about driving...not!!
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Ran through the water fountain because it was so hot outside and the water park was closed :(
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Did anyone know that there is overflow parking at Lagoon??? It is in a grass field...it was a long walk...
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This is most of us just posing for a picture together.  Back row: Mason, Phil, Camille, Me, Dave and Emily in the front.

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They are psyched for this ride....it takes you so high in the air, waites a few seconds and then drops you...amazing and scary.
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Nic Cornia and his fiance, Rachelle came later that afternoon.  They are so cute and fun!

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Waiting in line can get pretty boring.... Phil is being silly.  This is my best friend who moved to St. George, Camille.  I miss her to death all of the time.
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And this is how the trip ended...everyone was so exhausted and sleeping in the car.  I only took a picture of Aiden because he is the only one that looks cute in his sleep.  :)
We are planning on going every year if we can, it seems like such a fun tradition.  If anyone wants to sign themselves up, start saving and meet us there! 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SBc8HlY6xmI/AAAAAAAAADU/wh6MTiavYjg/s1600-h/sick+baby+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194686796188534370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SBc8HlY6xmI/AAAAAAAAADU/wh6MTiavYjg/s320/sick+baby+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can kind of see the spots that were on his eyelids and upper cheecks, you can also see how red his face was. So we went to the Dr. and he was diagnosed with Parvovirus (slap-cheeck virus, because it looks like they were slapped on the cheeck) and a hives breakout. We went home with some benedryl for the hives and were told he would be better in 5-6 days. Blah. Later that day, he threw up a couple of times, all over phil (which he thought was the most disgusting thing in the world).
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is him after a few days of being sick. Still not feeling well. This is his "sick bed", he mostly wanted to lay there all day or lay in my arms all day. I felt so lazy but there was nothing I could do! He watched movies and slept for 3 or 4 days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SBc9slY6xoI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6kIXuilcdY/s1600-h/sick+baby+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194688531355321986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/SBc9slY6xoI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6kIXuilcdY/s320/sick+baby+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is him now...much better.  He is smiling again and laughing and playing.  I never thought I would see the day!  And I never realized how much I missed it.  I'm so glad to have him back!
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&lt;div&gt;I think Aiden is going through a weird stage of life and is having a hard time going to sleep in his bed again. He would prefer to sprawl out and take up almost our entire bed. Usually this is okay because Phil will have school until about 1030pm and then we can transfer him to his crib and go to bed. The last couple of nights have been better but I was able to get a picture of him at his happiest- in our bed! (Please ignore the ridiculous looking bed sheets- we are working on that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-6514718480886678101?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6514718480886678101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=6514718480886678101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/6514718480886678101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/6514718480886678101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/bed-bugs.html' title='Bed &quot;Bugs&quot;'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_vYrRgVMeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p0zeinFWHnc/s72-c/ouchie+eye+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-5194473855319820203</id><published>2008-04-02T21:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:38:26.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_Re8RgVMcI/AAAAAAAAACs/zeSlfQ1SSd4/s1600-h/ouchie+eye+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184873460594454978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_Re8RgVMcI/AAAAAAAAACs/zeSlfQ1SSd4/s320/ouchie+eye+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184871201441657218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_Rc4xgVMYI/AAAAAAAAACM/ww8oSJdaASE/s320/ouchie+eye+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I will often put on a movie for 30 minutes to distract Aiden so I can get a few things done quickly. However...this usually results in Phil getting distracted and not getting anything done either. So instead of doing homework the other day, Phil and Aiden watched a movie together. They were both quiet and out of my way for a while (and they look so darn cute). But Phil didn't get his homework done...I guess he took one for the team because the house got clean! Yay! &lt;div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phil is such a great father and provider for our family. I am so proud of him for working full time and going to school full time and being a husband to me full time (which is no small task!) I'm just glad for these moments he gets with his son between all the chaos in life!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&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/2242581332000385588-5194473855319820203?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5194473855319820203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=5194473855319820203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5194473855319820203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5194473855319820203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_Re8RgVMcI/AAAAAAAAACs/zeSlfQ1SSd4/s72-c/ouchie+eye+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-2241284508190356630</id><published>2008-04-01T20:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:06:04.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFlRgVMUI/AAAAAAAAABM/JcC5zXQ-tow/s1600-h/ouchie+eye+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493733945880898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFlRgVMUI/AAAAAAAAABM/JcC5zXQ-tow/s320/ouchie+eye+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFmBgVMWI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ws9Y6g0TBdk/s1600-h/ouchie+eye+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493746830782818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFmBgVMWI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ws9Y6g0TBdk/s320/ouchie+eye+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFmRgVMXI/AAAAAAAAABk/hU7ojDg7oco/s1600-h/ouchie+eye+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493751125750130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFmRgVMXI/AAAAAAAAABk/hU7ojDg7oco/s320/ouchie+eye+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I think I just turned around one day and Aiden was a toddler. I can still remeber holding him with a bottle and rocking him to sleep. Now I could only dream of him sitting still for five minutes. Now its climbing up on EVERYTHING, watching movies, speaking actual english, brushing his teeth and eating by himself...what is going on here? I think this is why people have more kids, they love them so much and want that baby back in their lives. Babies are so precious, Don't get me wrong, I love having a toddler, but there is just something about a baby that melts your heart. Maybe thats why my parents still call me their baby... :) I was just thinking a lot about him today and thought I would share some cute pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-2241284508190356630?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2241284508190356630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=2241284508190356630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/2241284508190356630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/2241284508190356630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-grown-up.html' title='All grown up'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R_MFlRgVMUI/AAAAAAAAABM/JcC5zXQ-tow/s72-c/ouchie+eye+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-3616390083129970471</id><published>2008-03-22T21:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:24:40.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanium Skittle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R-XZXBgVMTI/AAAAAAAAABE/V45GCcDhUt8/s1600-h/battery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180785935923884338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R-XZXBgVMTI/AAAAAAAAABE/V45GCcDhUt8/s320/battery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;As Aiden was finishing some work on the computer, I, Phil, was in the kitchen getting something to eat. Aiden stood happily on the computer chair for some time pounding on the keyboard and otherwise "hacking", as we call it. He seemed to be wrapping it up, so I came back and helped him down off the chair. As he was running around the living room, I sat down at the computer. Well, I had 3 little batteries sitting out next to my cd's. You know, the type of batteries about the size of an M&amp;amp;M that you use to power laser lights and things? As I was saying, there were 3 of them...now there were 2. We looked all around and couldn't find it and I thought Aiden may have possibly swallowed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it obviously turned out, he DID in fact ingest the battery and if I hadn't detected the alkaline on his breath, our little charger may have had a corrosion problem. Yeah, it's father's intuition(and foolishness for leaving batteries that size lying around). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we took him and got an X-ray done and this is what we found. I asked for a copy of the film and they let us have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Regardless, it was a fun way to spend a Saturday night and I liked the family time. I can't wait to have another kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-3616390083129970471?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3616390083129970471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=3616390083129970471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/3616390083129970471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/3616390083129970471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/titanium-skittle.html' title='Titanium Skittle'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R-XZXBgVMTI/AAAAAAAAABE/V45GCcDhUt8/s72-c/battery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-5760351356970879636</id><published>2008-03-21T17:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:36:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R-RTnhgVMSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1EeUDsINN78/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180357409856893218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R-RTnhgVMSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1EeUDsINN78/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of weeks ago, Courtney and Aiden went on a ski trip with her parents and brother and brother's girlfriend. On the last day, right before coming home, Aiden came down with some sort of flu bug.  He was throwing up and it was not fun.  The next day, he seemed fine. Courtney took him to her mom's house to take some pictures of the family before her brother, Spencer, and Jen left town.  Jen was clicking away on the camera and happend to somehow catch Aiden in a picture as he was throwing up...it was so disguisting.  It is the miracle picture because I have no idea how that could happen.  He is feeling better now, but we will always have a reminder that he was sick on this ski trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-5760351356970879636?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5760351356970879636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=5760351356970879636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5760351356970879636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5760351356970879636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-flu.html' title='Baby Flu'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R-RTnhgVMSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1EeUDsINN78/s72-c/IMG_1805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-752919946292992231</id><published>2007-12-25T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:46:19.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Friends and Family,

            I want to inform all who are readers of my blog that this is an edited version of my Christmas letter. It has been formatted to fit your screen. But, seriously, I originally wrote this letter with a different opening paragraph and a different concluding paragraph. There was a hidden joke that I printed behind the actual text of my letter that would have explained why I wrote the open and close the way I did. However, due to the fact that I can't post that special effect on a blog, I made a minor revision. Just in case you talk to someone else in the family or eventually see the original Christmas letter, I didn't want you to be confused. On that note, I removed the opening paragraph altogether and I'll dispense with all pleasantries and get right to it. It may lessen the effect, but I'm too tired to worry about that, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;            Here is the rundown on my little family:

            Aiden Jacob, 13 months, is as handsome as ever and only becoming more like his father everyday. He is known to toddle around the house these days and speak in tongues. He and God are the only one’s who know what he is saying, I’m afraid, but maybe it’s better that we don’t know.
            He does enjoy church a little more, now that he stays awake for most of it, which is more than I can say for myself. He’s taken to leading the congregation in spontaneous hymns and directing them as if he were Mr. Krueger in front of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. He’s a little off key, if you ask me, but it’s a heated topic between us and he’s asked me not to make a point of it.
            He has also taken his first step towards potty training! Well, if you consider purposely pooping outside of his diaper potty training. He was lounging about in the bath recently and let loose a flurry of chocolate covered raisins into the warm bath water. A near vomiting Courtney had to drain the tub, clean the toys with boiling water, and soak Aiden in bleach. I call it a step toward potty training and not just an accident because he did it AGAIN a few days later under the obviously not so watchful eye of his father who found him with a rubber duck in one hand and a … well, he got cleaned off and we decided just to throw most of the toys out and get him new ones.
            Courtney is playing the full-time babysitter to a child and a husband, both of which are constantly being told to take things out of their mouths. She seems to love what she does though, because she’s always babysitting for someone else. More often than not, I come home and the baby sitting in the high chair, sleeping in the crib, or hugging my leg isn’t mine. I’m never quite sure if the owners of the child actually asked her to watch their kid or if Courtney just saw them somewhere and thought it was cute and just “had to have it”. Each night ends up with just Aiden, and I try not to think about where that other child went that looked mysteriously like our mailman.
            She has been teaching Aiden words and pictures lately. She has him saying things like “shoe” and “ball”. He calls her dad “Bobo” because he can’t say “Papa” yet. She can say words and make him point at things too! He still has a ways to go because he still runs to me when she says “messy dirty beast”. Kids can make the silliest mistakes.
            As for me, I'm doing well. I get to do what I want and Courtney knows where she stands. I call the shots and everything I do here, I do of my own free will. Not because anyone told me to. She does NOT force me to do things such as take out the trash, bathe daily, and write the freaking Christmas letter. I do those all on my own.
            My days are usually packed full. I go to school full time at ITT Tech pursuing a degree in computer networking. I enjoy it a lot, although the classmates leave something to be desired. I guess I kind of asked for it when I decided I wanted to go into IT. I also work at Electronic Data Systems doing over the phone tech support for the Navy and Marine Corps Intranet. Not all that bad for a job while I’m going to school and I get paid to chat with sailors all day, so I can’t really complain. They will be paying for a lot of my certifications while I’m there and that’s a big plus, as most of the certifications are 300 dollars or more just to take the test.
            We as a family are happy and progressing nicely. We celebrated our first year of marriage this year and, for those of you who are doing the math and realizing that May 19th hasn’t come around yet, we actually got married civilly on December 2nd of 2006.  We’re doing well, thanks to the generosity of each of our parents. Can’t say we’re not being taken care of and we wouldn’t be where we are without their help. I definitely appreciate family more now that I’m out and on my own and know that my family will always be there.
            With that, we wish you all a very very Merry Christmas and we love you all. Be safe, love each other, and cherish your friendship with me. I'm an amazing person and well worth knowing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Norris Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-752919946292992231?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/752919946292992231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=752919946292992231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/752919946292992231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/752919946292992231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-christmas-letter.html' title='2007 Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-5539194230384463925</id><published>2007-12-10T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:17:42.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow? In Boise?</title><content type='html'>I seem to remember when I was a kid that Boise was covered in snow all winter and it was 4 feet deep, all the time. Snowmen fell out of the sky that way and we always had a fire going. Now snow is only seen for maybe 2 weeks of the entire winter, it's always icy, and it never packs well. Either that's global warming or my vision of my childhood is getting worse.

Aiden still has never really seen snow and been old enough to remember it, so this is his first year when he'll actually get the concept of snowmen and snowballs and white-washing. And, he'll get it...you know he's going to get it.

I took him for a walk outside the first time the snow stuck to the ground. Courtney packaged our little hazmat trooper in so many layers and coats and gloves that he could have left the atmosphere. He still doesn't like shoes with soles. He likes his little Robies. He could barely walk with them on and didn't like to take steps. Mostly he just stood there and leaned different directions while I threw snowballs at him. He seemed to enjoy that. Get used to it, kid.

Good start to the winter. Now all that's left is a Christmas tree so he can get sap all over his hands and touch mommy's hair or catch a pine needle in his hand or something festive like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-5539194230384463925?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5539194230384463925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=5539194230384463925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5539194230384463925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/5539194230384463925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-in-boise.html' title='Snow? In Boise?'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-846013060383044756</id><published>2007-12-04T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:21:36.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought i'd see the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1XhAFT3OzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LtD6-YCXBHs/s1600-h/Photo-0051-796052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1XhAFT3OzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LtD6-YCXBHs/s320/Photo-0051-796052.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140261941255027506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can anyone remember when gas was 1.40 a gallon? Golly gee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-846013060383044756?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/846013060383044756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=846013060383044756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/846013060383044756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/846013060383044756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-thought-id-see-day.html' title='Never thought i&apos;d see the day...'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1XhAFT3OzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LtD6-YCXBHs/s72-c/Photo-0051-796052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2242581332000385588.post-8002610859719881945</id><published>2007-12-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:09:11.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogship'/><title type='text'>Let this be the start of a beautiful blogship!</title><content type='html'>I, Phillip, have never had a problem making myself be heard. I've also never had a problem with taking what's on my mind, and directly confronting someone with it, which has gotten me into quite a few pickles with my friends and local law enforcement. I HAVE however had a shortage, over time, of friends who stick around or who stay in contact enough to HEAR these ramblings. To quote a movie..."...he would flee, and he would be right to do so." And, it's true. I love my friends, but they are right to fear me and what I might say next.
Now, I can post whatever is going on with myself and my family and people can choose to read it or not. I know some of you are curious...
So, here it is, folks. This, the start of a beautiful blogship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2242581332000385588-8002610859719881945?l=pcnfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8002610859719881945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2242581332000385588&amp;postID=8002610859719881945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/8002610859719881945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2242581332000385588/posts/default/8002610859719881945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcnfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-this-be-start-of-beautiful-blogship.html' title='Let this be the start of a beautiful blogship!'/><author><name>Phil, Courtney, and Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059900180258081928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-zIg8gna8Qo/R1SfOFT3OvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gPfzt86SDpI/S220/scan0012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
