<?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-8512453541406572903</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:47:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murillo's</title><subtitle type='html'>Adam, Kim, Hailee, Johnathan and Kaylani</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2803113218944225046</id><published>2010-04-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:56:12.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I took Kaylani in for her 12 month well-checkup and shots.  It ended up being a sick - check up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To my surprise Kaylani has a double ear infection.  When the doctor looked in her ears and said that I was like WHAT!  We just got over 2 ear infection a month ago.  I had no idea she had an ear infection.  She hasn't pulled at her ears or had a fever.  She has been fussy but I just thought it was from her cold and cough and the fact that she is teething.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, he listened to her lungs and said that they didn't sound good and that she is wheezing. She has a cough but I thought it was getting better.  So we have to do breathing treatments again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She is also dehydrated, which I knew that, we have been trying to get her to drink more but she won't.  So I need to work on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Honestly I thought she was getting better.  She is a little fussy but nothing big, she still plays and she seems okay.  She hasn't seem sick enough that I would take her to the doctor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Since Kaylani has been born I have never been to a well- checkup where nothing is wrong.  What is up with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The doctor wants to wait to see if she gets anymore ear infections during the summer before putting tubes in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So I left the doctor with a screaming child who had 5 shots and a prescription.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  I feel like is all I do is write about Kaylani and when she is sick.  She is a very good baby, she has not been real fussy for having 2 ear infections and a bad cough.  She  has been our sickest child but hopefully her immune system gets stronger and we won't be in and out of the doctors office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Her stats at 12 months are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-30 1/2 in tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-20 lbs  She has pretty much stayed the same weight since she was like 8 months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2803113218944225046?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2803113218944225046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2803113218944225046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2803113218944225046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2803113218944225046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/04/kaylani.html' title='Kaylani'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-501646265827699968</id><published>2010-04-07T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:52:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylani is 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7y2ZdkRpxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/586fNGqA_Nw/s1600/April+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7y2ZdkRpxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/586fNGqA_Nw/s320/April+2010+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457437397015963410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our little April fools baby is 1. I can't believe at how fast time has gone by.  It seems like yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being sick we did have a cake the day after her birthday.   Kaylani slept most of the day and woke up so happy, perfect time to celebrate her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A couple of weeks before her birthday she took her first steps.&lt;br /&gt;-she now will take about 10 to 15 steps.  She gets so excited that she is walking that she falls down.&lt;br /&gt;- she has 8 teeth&lt;br /&gt;-At about 11 months she finally started to eat food full time, with just breastfeeding morning and night&lt;br /&gt;- she loves to be outside.  When she hears the door open to crawls as fast as she can to the door.&lt;br /&gt;- she says "that"  and "Ma-ma", she will say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Da-da&lt;/span&gt;" but not as much as ma-ma.&lt;br /&gt;- She loves to make spit bubbles especially when saying "Ma-ma"&lt;br /&gt;- she loves to go in her sister's room and mess up all her stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7y2Z_Ao5qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WzXO1qLcJRk/s1600/April+2010+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7y2Z_Ao5qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WzXO1qLcJRk/s320/April+2010+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457437405993297570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- she likes to put toys or pacifiers in our shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-she loves to cuddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-she loves to play in the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-she loves to put clothes on her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-she loves to bonk your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had a rough year  as she has been sick pretty much since she was born.  She is such a joy to have around and is for the most part a happy baby, even when she is sick.    She prefers that only her Mommy hold her and does not like when I leave the room while someone else is holding her.  She is getting better though.  We love her and we are glad she is part of this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-501646265827699968?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/501646265827699968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=501646265827699968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/501646265827699968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/501646265827699968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/04/kaylani-is-1.html' title='Kaylani is 1'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7y2ZdkRpxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/586fNGqA_Nw/s72-c/April+2010+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2094595652090791461</id><published>2010-04-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:10:26.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUU9XLvHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QhLgy3n_Nng/s1600/April+2010+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUU9XLvHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QhLgy3n_Nng/s320/April+2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456696248814517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Johnathan taking good care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a week we have had.  I have never been so tired in all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all started last Sunday night when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; woke up in the middle of the night wheezing and  having trouble breathing.  Yes she has a cold again.   I ended up on the couch so that Adam could sleep.  After a few hours she fell asleep.  But by that time it was time to start my day. No sleep for me.   When she woke u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p Monday morning she seemed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday night she was tired and went right to sleep and so did I.  After a few hours I was up with her again.  After doing some breathing treatments and medicine she finally fell asleep about 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; am.  But that is when Johnathan started crying that he didn't feel good.  That is when he started throwing up.  I don' t do throw up.  Thankfully Adam woke up and cleaned it up for me.  I put Johnathan on the couch where he threw up 2 more times, in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; slept most of the day,  Johnathan was in and out of the bathroom with diarrhea. I spent the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disinfe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cting&lt;/span&gt; everything and doing load after load of laundry.  Tuesday night I was up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday she seemed a lot better and so did Johnathan.   But I was sick, really sick.  I had a sore throat and a really bad sinus infection.  Then W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ednesday&lt;/span&gt; night  Just as I was about to go t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; started throwing up.  The poor thing threw up 4 times.  Which because I was holding her I got thrown up on.  So we both headed off to the shower.  Adam was at the church playing basketball so it was just me.  We got cleaned up and both fell fast asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; was restless most of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUUhJJpDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pCOjySVgJKQ/s1600/April+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUUhJJpDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pCOjySVgJKQ/s320/April+2010+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456696241239467058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; did for her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thursday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kaylani's&lt;/span&gt; birthday she is 1, &lt;/span&gt;but she spent it sick.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I started to run a fever and had the chills and also Adam was throwing up.  Neither one of us slept much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we were suppose to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s birthday party, but we cancelled it.  I had already made a cake, so we had a little birthday party.  I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; some energy and went to the store for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; manage to get her foot stuck in the basket.  After panicking and going to have the store call 911 we got it out.  Thankfully we didn't need to call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Friday afternoon I started to feel better but Adam was still pretty miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUUEP1dEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XwClZ8d__aw/s1600/April+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUUEP1dEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XwClZ8d__aw/s320/April+2010+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456696233482875970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday night I finally slept and I slept in until 7 am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we all started to feel better, except Adam who came home early from work and slept all day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; still had a bad cough and still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wasn't eating much, but she was playing and somewhat happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we all felt much better and I slept without interruptions.  Our Easter wasn't filled with eating a Easter dinner or lots of sweets and we didn't have any one over.  But we still enjoyed Easter and even had a little Easter egg hunt. To top it off we listened to Conference.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice end to a crazy  week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUViX_OZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/s6M2TntCFwU/s1600/April+2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUViX_OZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/s6M2TntCFwU/s320/April+2010+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456696258750003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hailee was the only one who didn't get sick.  Lucky girl!!  She was such a good helper and did a good job at taking care of the rest of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2094595652090791461?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2094595652090791461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2094595652090791461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2094595652090791461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2094595652090791461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7oUU9XLvHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QhLgy3n_Nng/s72-c/April+2010+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1220799295873262844</id><published>2010-03-30T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:00:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385397715226&amp;amp;site=widget-1a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385397715226&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/p1/2594073385397715226/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385397715226&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/p2/2594073385397715226/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385397715226&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1a.slide.com/p4/2594073385397715226/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1220799295873262844?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1220799295873262844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1220799295873262844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1220799295873262844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1220799295873262844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3543049287865637915</id><published>2010-03-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:36:41.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I have more pictures but it won't let me upload them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We have been enjoying spring by lots of playing outside.  I love this time of year!  I love the smell of flowers blooming and all the citrus trees.  It is such a nice time to get out and play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If only it would last longer than just a month or so, before the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We had a nice spring break.  We started the week off by visiting family(that is me and 3 kids). The kids had a blast playing with lots of cousins.  We collected eggs,  went swimming, dyed Easter eggs, which got cut short because of strong winds which blew dye every where. We also went and picked Poppies(thanks to all the rain they were pretty), and finally the kids got to decorate sugar cookies that were so yummy.  The kids always have fun with their cousins and I wish we could take them down more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We made it home and we were welcomed by a sick Daddy.  But he didn't let that stop him from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We took the kids to the airport to watch planes land and take off(Johnathan was in heaven, I liked it too).  Then we went to Tempe Town Lake and walked around and relaxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7DwehlzEDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xNPhuHoqgns/s1600/Feb-Mar+2010+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7DwehlzEDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xNPhuHoqgns/s400/Feb-Mar+2010+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454123555949318194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just nice being together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-3543049287865637915?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3543049287865637915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=3543049287865637915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3543049287865637915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3543049287865637915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S7DwehlzEDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xNPhuHoqgns/s72-c/Feb-Mar+2010+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3685001393502581082</id><published>2010-03-10T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:07:29.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S5h5ui7nBTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2NLjG7tcdMk/s1600-h/Feb-Mar+2010+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S5h5ui7nBTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2NLjG7tcdMk/s400/Feb-Mar+2010+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447237589862384946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are 3 joys in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-3685001393502581082?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3685001393502581082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=3685001393502581082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3685001393502581082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3685001393502581082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/03/3-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S5h5ui7nBTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2NLjG7tcdMk/s72-c/Feb-Mar+2010+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1418644344633506405</id><published>2010-03-10T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:02:32.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S5hysh_UAEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FH53FOl8yXs/s1600-h/Feb-Mar+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S5hysh_UAEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FH53FOl8yXs/s400/Feb-Mar+2010+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447229858668347458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on April 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; will be 1 year old.  Since she was born I have been her main source of food.  Sure she will take bites here and there but not actually sit and eat.  For the last week she has actually been eating!  She eats breakfast, lunch and dinner.  This is huge because for the last 11 months I have been nursing FULL TIME.  We have tried to get her to eat food lots and lots of times but she was never fully interested in it, she just wanted to nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 3 days I have been weening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; to nursing in the morning and at night.  Yesterday I was in tears.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; was so mad at me, she wanted to nurse during the day, and I wouldn't let her.  I tried to get her to drink from a cup, but she refuses to drink water, juice, or milk.  I was so frustrated, one I knew if I nursed her she would be happy, and problem solved.  But I am tired of nursing all day long, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delt&lt;/span&gt; with her crying and tried to distract her and kept trying to get her to drink from a cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky with Hailee and Johnathan, they were so easy to ween. They both stopped nursing on there own at about 10-11 months.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is not liking this at all.  I worry because she is thirsty but will not drink anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that she is at least eating and not depending on me.  So I can now go somewhere and not stress that I need to go home and nurse.   For the most part I haven't minded breastfeeding  so often and for so long. I feel like now that she is almost 1 year old that it is time to start weening, to at least twice a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1418644344633506405?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1418644344633506405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1418644344633506405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1418644344633506405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1418644344633506405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/03/weening.html' title='Weening'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S5hysh_UAEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FH53FOl8yXs/s72-c/Feb-Mar+2010+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4837163274148400619</id><published>2010-02-28T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:43:39.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feburary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning long post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S4rWBLZG3xI/AAAAAAAAAUE/plqOkjy60PI/s1600-h/Dec.+2009-Jan.+2010+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S4rWBLZG3xI/AAAAAAAAAUE/plqOkjy60PI/s400/Dec.+2009-Jan.+2010+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443398415356976914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We have had an eventful month, with lots of trips to the doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; continues to keep us on our toes.   It all started at the beginning of the month, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; was sitting on my lap playing and happy as can be.  Adam wanted to look at her teeth, he barely touched her lip and she started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then she stopped breathing, Adam grabbed her from me and was blowing in her face, but she still was not breathing.  Then I took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; back.  She was turning purple and her lips were blue.   That is when panic set in, I was yelling she is still not breathing call 911.  Hailee was crying and was very scared.  Adam was on the phone with the dispatcher and I was holding my lifeless baby in my arms.  She looked so scared.  I looked at her and then her eyes rolled in the back of her head, she went white and very limp.  I was so scared,  I remember Adam just kept saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please hurry&lt;/span&gt;.  The dispatcher told Adam to do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; CPR&lt;/span&gt;, so we laid her down and he started to tilt her head back and she started breathing, and crying very faintly.  What seemed like an eternity was only 1 and 1/2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;30 seconds later we had 10 people in our house, consisting of police officers, paramedics, and firemen.   They hooked her up and listened to her and couldn't find anything wrong with her.  They were &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;very nice &lt;/span&gt;and I am so grateful to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;While they were checking out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one of the firemen took Hailee and Johnathan outside to look at the fire truck.  Johnathan was in heaven.  He was so excited, Hailee was still worried about her baby sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We opted not to have them take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; to the ER and said that we will take her to her doctor.  They &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stayed &lt;/span&gt;for a little bit to make sure we were okay and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.  They were so nice and very caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;That night I just held her and was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she was okay.  An hour after all this we set back and just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;could not believe &lt;/span&gt;what had just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" &gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; to the doctor and they ran a whole bunch of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; test&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't find anything wrong with her other than&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;2 ear infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  So the doctor said it sounds like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe holding spell.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was like what?  She&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; apparently&lt;/span&gt; got upset and then her oxygen level dropped.  He said normally it only last for 30 to 45 seconds.  So because she went passed that point she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;loss consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then she has stopped breathing once but only for 45 seconds.  She is really trying to keep us on our toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then 1 week ago today she woke up in the middle of the night wheezing and having a hard time breathing.  The next day I watched her and noticed that she was pulling at her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It is a good thing we just finished up with her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;antibiotic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then that night she&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to run a fever and still wheezing.  I really didn't want to take her to the doctors again so I just hoped that she would get better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Wednesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her fever had spiked to 103 and she was not wanting to eat or play.  I was able to get her fever down a little bit and she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a little bit better.  So I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;had hoped &lt;/span&gt;that she was getting better.  In the middle of the night her fever spiked again and she was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sounding &lt;/span&gt;worse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thursday I tried to get an appointment but they were full. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thankfully&lt;/span&gt; they have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; service so we waited to take her in that evening.  She was in and out of sleep all day on Thursday and was just miserable.  By the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; her fever spiked to 104.5  and her finger tips were kinda bluish.   I debated on taking her to the ER but really just wanted her to see her doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;couple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of hours later, I took her to the doctor.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt so bad&lt;/span&gt; that I waited so long to take her in.  By this point she looked so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt like a bad Mom for waiting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The doctor took one look at her and said "Wow she looks awful."  They checked her oxygen which was on the low side.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Not good.&lt;/span&gt;  Then she listened to her chest and said it didn't sound good.  Then she looked at her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ears &lt;/span&gt;and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;one of ears &lt;/span&gt;doesn't look very good.  Then she said we may have to admit her.  At this point I was feeling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and fighting back the tears.   The doctor wanted to try and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; sending us to the hospital so she left to go and get some medicine to do a breathing treatment.  But if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; couldn't keep her oxygen up then that is where we were headed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;did so good with the breathing treatment, she just sat there.  Then they checked her oxygen again and it went up a tiny bit.  She felt comfortable sending us home to do breathing treatments every 4 hours or and more antibiotics for her ear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is finally feeling better, she still has junk in her lungs but she at least gets off my lap and will play for a little bit.  I am going&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being stuck at home, the only place I have gone is to pick up Hailee from school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt; in a couple of days we can get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;These pictures don't have anything to do with my post, I just like them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S4rWBi-373I/AAAAAAAAAUM/eNUu7ffwCIM/s1600-h/Dec.+2009-Jan.+2010+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S4rWBi-373I/AAAAAAAAAUM/eNUu7ffwCIM/s400/Dec.+2009-Jan.+2010+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443398421689397106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/S4rWCH5PeNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fx9Ofm57td8/s1600-h/Dec.+2009-Jan.+2010+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Now it is back and hopefully we have no more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a little of what we have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hailee&lt;/span&gt;-  Is enjoying school so much and is doing really well.  In December she was student of the month and got to eat pizza with the principal.  She is in a special reading class (special meaning she is advanced in reading) and loves it.  She has grown up so much and is such a big help to me.  She loves to write people notes and color pictures, and she does a good job at sounding out the words and writing them all by herself.  She has also become quite the chatter box! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Johnathan&lt;/span&gt;-  What can I say about this loving high energy boy.  He loves to play outside and when Adam is home he follows him around.  He graduated out of Nursery and is a Sunbeam.  Although we have been having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; time getting him to go to Primary.  He misses Nursery and the snacks.  He loves to ask questions and pretty much will ask questions all day long.  He tries to love on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; but usually ends up smashing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;  She is 9 1/2 months old and is such a joy in our family.  She is crawling and gets into everything.  She ways doing good with eating solids, but a couple weeks ago she decided she did not want to eat solids.  So I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nursing&lt;/span&gt; full time.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not used to this and it has been frustrating at times, especially since I feel like I can't leave .  She does eat cheerios and bread. &lt;br /&gt;She had  3 teeth and is working on 3 more.  Which could be why she is not eating and not sleeping very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December she went to the doctor and he said she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eczema&lt;/span&gt; really bad.  So after much screaming, 2 long weeks later we got it under control.  Now I have to put lotion on her 2 times a day so her skin does not get inflamed.  Even with all of this she is a very happy baby and loves her mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I celebrated our 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary in December.  We enjoyed a movie and a Pizza after the kids went to bed, which was pretty nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I am missing so much but I can't remember it all right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-8278471525219292388?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8278471525219292388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8278471525219292388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8278471525219292388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8278471525219292388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-361131111083153928</id><published>2009-11-04T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:48:43.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This year Halloween came so fast that we were picking out costumes at the last minute.  The kids kept changing their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0OkJAD_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7vLuYaD9dtI/s1600-h/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400365959250710514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0OkJAD_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7vLuYaD9dtI/s400/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Johnathan decided to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Superman and Hailee decided to be Belle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We went to the church and Kaylani and I handed out candy while Adam took the other 2 around to all the trunks.  The kids had fun getting lots of candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0OJeS8DI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GwswYOUUARA/s1600-h/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400365952092270642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0OJeS8DI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GwswYOUUARA/s400/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0N-FSTuI/AAAAAAAAASs/HhZQxxgxRzY/s1600-h/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400365949034581730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0N-FSTuI/AAAAAAAAASs/HhZQxxgxRzY/s400/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400365965678571490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0O8Fhb-I/AAAAAAAAATE/bgGaLLgAlpk/s400/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I did not get a picture of Kaylani, she was a cheerleader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-361131111083153928?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/361131111083153928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=361131111083153928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/361131111083153928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/361131111083153928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvH0OkJAD_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/7vLuYaD9dtI/s72-c/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-7587981449568022409</id><published>2009-11-04T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:33:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnathan turns 3</title><content type='html'>I am behind in writing about this but, better late than never! I can't believe that my baby boy is 3. Although according to Johnathan he has been 3 for a long time. He never liked being 2, he would tell me that he likes 3 better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday Johnathan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuYLnxMQI/AAAAAAAAASU/cjYwQXCmo8w/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400359527397798146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuYLnxMQI/AAAAAAAAASU/cjYwQXCmo8w/s400/Aug-+September+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuYnBXIhI/AAAAAAAAASc/EpBqOjN0Z_I/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400359534752899602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuYnBXIhI/AAAAAAAAASc/EpBqOjN0Z_I/s400/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHxSW8tLMI/AAAAAAAAASk/1iudIzYf60U/s1600-h/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400362725894073538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHxSW8tLMI/AAAAAAAAASk/1iudIzYf60U/s400/Oct.-+Nov.+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decorated the house and we had a small birthday party. Johnathan had a hard time deciding what kind of cake, but finally deciding on a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;train cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things I want to remember: Johnathan, knows how to make me laugh, especially when he is in trouble. He has the cutest saddest face and at times makes very difficult to get him in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;He is very loving and brings so much laughter to our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;He doesn't really have a favorite food, which makes it hard to feed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I find it funny that he strongly dislikes mustard. When we have hot dogs he stands right by me and makes sure I don't put mustard on his plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;He doesn't really like mayo or sandwiches. Lately he has been eating PB and Jelly, but I usually have to bribe him to eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;He is very energetic and loves to be outside. He loves to help Adam work on the truck and help him fix things around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuXhgbGOI/AAAAAAAAASM/xWI_ySBQXtU/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It is so cute to see Johnathan follow Adam around and do what ever he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Johnathan was helping Adam work outside and both of them were so dirty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuXhgbGOI/AAAAAAAAASM/xWI_ySBQXtU/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400359516092700898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuXhgbGOI/AAAAAAAAASM/xWI_ySBQXtU/s400/Aug-+September+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-7587981449568022409?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7587981449568022409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=7587981449568022409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/7587981449568022409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/7587981449568022409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/11/johnathan-turns-3.html' title='Johnathan turns 3'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SvHuYLnxMQI/AAAAAAAAASU/cjYwQXCmo8w/s72-c/Aug-+September+2009+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4335545770136102843</id><published>2009-10-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:38:22.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the last few weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37QtZed5I/AAAAAAAAARk/3v9cfME3Kxg/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744193142650770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37QtZed5I/AAAAAAAAARk/3v9cfME3Kxg/s320/Aug-+September+2009+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37QtZed5I/AAAAAAAAARk/3v9cfME3Kxg/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaylani is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6 months. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just love that smile!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37P7ikavI/AAAAAAAAARc/AcJE7Rvu6ec/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744179759016690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37P7ikavI/AAAAAAAAARc/AcJE7Rvu6ec/s320/Aug-+September+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sept. 28th Adam turned the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big 30!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I had to make a big deal about him turning 30, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially since he was not thrilled about it and he just wanted it to be any other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut out the number 30 and decorated the house with alot of 30's! Oh and I surprised him at work with balloons and let everyone know that it was his birthday! Aren't I so sweet!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37PeN3YVI/AAAAAAAAARU/JR6AfKGULB8/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744171887550802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37PeN3YVI/AAAAAAAAARU/JR6AfKGULB8/s320/Aug-+September+2009+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37PeN3YVI/AAAAAAAAARU/JR6AfKGULB8/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37OUnPIkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Dcbowh0ouMk/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37PeN3YVI/AAAAAAAAARU/JR6AfKGULB8/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37OUnPIkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Dcbowh0ouMk/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37PeN3YVI/AAAAAAAAARU/JR6AfKGULB8/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+074.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us at the D-Backs game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St381e6BdlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3OE7qwcgCls/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394745924419417682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St381e6BdlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3OE7qwcgCls/s320/Aug-+September+2009+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37PeN3YVI/AAAAAAAAARU/JR6AfKGULB8/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37OUnPIkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Dcbowh0ouMk/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was a couple of weeks after Adam's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and usually we celebrate both of ours and go out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to eat, but we weren't able to. I had a nice day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways. Adam spoiled me, by taking care of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kids, and making me dinner&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hailee felt bad that I didn't have any presents, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she went and got some change out of our piggy bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and put it in an envelope and made me a card. What a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sweet heart! My best present ever! Then she felt bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cause there were no decorations, so her and Johnathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;colored pictures and hung them all over the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a nice day, especially since I got lots of yummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;treats that day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37OUnPIkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Dcbowh0ouMk/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744152129741378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37OUnPIkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Dcbowh0ouMk/s320/Aug-+September+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37OUnPIkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Dcbowh0ouMk/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+003.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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what Hailee's shoe looks like every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every day we empty out her shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394744162865530178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s320/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 of  my many joys and 2  reasons why I get up every morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37O8m2RUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Y89KOrIeoYM/s1600-h/Aug-+September+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4335545770136102843?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4335545770136102843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4335545770136102843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4335545770136102843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4335545770136102843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures-from-last-few-weeks.html' title='Pictures from the last few weeks'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/St37QtZed5I/AAAAAAAAARk/3v9cfME3Kxg/s72-c/Aug-+September+2009+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2836736840512493203</id><published>2009-10-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:40:03.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is 6 months already! She is finally feeling better after getting over another ear infection and a really bad cold. Before she was sick she was going to bed at 8:00 and sleeping until 4am then she would wake up eat for like 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and then fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt; She does not like her schedule to be messed with, which is nice but frustrating cause I can't go any where because her naps get in the way. When I don't have to run errands she usually takes a good 2 hour nap in the morning and a 2 hour nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;She has so far been my most clingy baby, I can't go anywhere without her. If i put her down to go do something she is not happy. She wants me to hold her constantly. She really doesn't like to be on her tummy, she will play for a couple minutes on her back but then starts crying and wants me to hold her. She tends to cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; as I have to put her down and do other things, I keep thinking she will grow out of it, but she hasn't. She also is my only one that won't take a bottle or eat baby food. She just wants to nurse, which is frustrating cause I don't feel like I am producing enough milk for her cause lately she wants to eat like every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow as I looked over what I wrote, I sound so negative. Despite all those little minor things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a blessing, she is so cuddly and is very happy and content, when she is being held. She has brought so much love and joy in our home, the kids love her to death and are constantly loving on her. She is very spoiled! I love how when she wakes up and she sees me through her half open eyes and gives me the biggest smile.  She loves to give kisses and hugs.  She to give the biggest smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are many times that I just wish she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;would be&lt;/span&gt; content on the floor while I do things, is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;she has&lt;/span&gt; to do is look at me with her sad little face and I just melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is her happiest in the mornings and of course when I am holding her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2836736840512493203?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2836736840512493203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2836736840512493203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2836736840512493203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2836736840512493203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1608143921785131879</id><published>2009-10-07T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:56:11.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-backs game</title><content type='html'>For sometime know Johnathan has been asking and asking to go to a Baseball game, so one day we decided to take the family and go.  We got some cheap tickets and we went on a night that they were doing fireworks, so that was a bonus.  We told the the kids and of course Johnathan was so excited and said that it was the best day ever.  Hailee on the other hand was not thrilled one bit.  We tried to tell how much fun she was going to have and she said, " I'll  go, but I am not going to have any fun."  (she did have fun). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the ball park and to our seats and Johnathan was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited, then his excitement turned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; when her realized that he can't go and play baseball with them.  Johnathan sat and watched the entire game, it was so funny and he would yell when he heard people yelling and boo when he heard that.  Like I said Hailee did have fun.  After the game we stayed for the fireworks and the kids enjoyed that as well, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; stayed awake for them and enjoyed them too.   The game wasn't much to get excited about, the D-backs  weren't having a good season.  But it was the memories that were established. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is being way to slow, so I will post pictures later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1608143921785131879?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1608143921785131879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1608143921785131879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1608143921785131879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1608143921785131879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-backs-game.html' title='D-backs game'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6085819307504142710</id><published>2009-09-10T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:56:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day weekend</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago my Grandma passed away, she suffered 2 strokes and passed away peacefully in her sleep.   I know a lot were praying that she would not suffer and those prayers were answered. Her funeral was over the Labor day weekend. So we headed to Safford to be with family. The kids were so excited, they love to go to Safford and play with cousins and swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was very nice and lots of family was in attendance. We ate lots of yummy food and had a good time visiting with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go home both Hailee and Johnathan wanted to stay. Johnathan wants to sleep at my sister Chelsey's house, the whole weekend he just followed her around and wanted her to hold him. He fell and scraped his knee pretty bad, so you would think that he would want his Mommy. Nope he asked for Chelsey, and wanted Chelsey to hold him. I think it is funny! I do know that he still thinks I am the best, but for some reason he really likes Chelsey. Hailee told me the other day that she wishes we could live in Safford. I told her she has to talk to her Dad about that one. I am glad that the kids had a good time playing with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kaylani is 5 1/2 months old, I can't believe at how fast she is growing. Over the weekend she picked up a cold and I think she has croup again. So far no ear infections, but she is still miserable. The last 3 nights I have been up with her part if the night with her coughing. If it doesn't get better I am going to have to take her to the doctor. Other than that she is a happy baby and loves her brother and sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6085819307504142710?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6085819307504142710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6085819307504142710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6085819307504142710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6085819307504142710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day weekend'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-7015940304514972159</id><published>2009-08-25T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:02:45.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks</title><content type='html'>On Sunday Adam and I talked in church on Respect and Reverence.  What an experience!  We only had 1 week to prepare so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; we were finishing it Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;When I got up to speak I looked down at my paper and it was like it went blank, I just started talking.  I did say most of what I had prepared but everything else I don't really remember.   When we got home I asked Adam what exactly I said.  I was so nervous but said a prayer and when I got up I was so calm.  The spirit was so strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't leave Adam with any time left and I felt so bad cause he had prepared such a good talk.  On Sunday morning he felt inspired to add some things to his talk, so he said what he felt inspired to say and a tiny bit of his talk.  I was so proud of him, he did such a good job for being his first talk ever.  He didn't think he did a good job and he felt unorganized.  I told him that he said what he felt inspired to say and that the spirit confirmed that. 6 months ago he would not of been able to give a talk in church, and this shows how far he has come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, Adam has been under some stress lately as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bashas&lt;/span&gt;' is closing more stores and his store is one of them.   His job isn't as secure as it once was so it has been stressful.  We don't know when we will find out about if he will still have a job come Oct. or if he has a job where it will be, and I hate waiting.  The are also rumors that they will be closing more stores after this batch.  Crazy times, I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bashas&lt;/span&gt;' can hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-7015940304514972159?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7015940304514972159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=7015940304514972159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/7015940304514972159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/7015940304514972159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/08/talks.html' title='Talks'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6126191488444657083</id><published>2009-08-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:24:16.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 2 weeks that Hailee has been in school, she is some what adjusting. Everyday I ask her "how was school", I either get I had a bad day or it wasn't very fun or it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like P.E. very much. The last couple of P.E. days no one passed the ball to her. She came home so sad and said no one like her, so sad. Last week she got kicked in the hand and had a bruise, then she told me that everyone kept getting in front of her when she was trying to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; she had a really bad day. Some boy stepped on her hand and then a boy tripped her and she got a banged up knee that I guess was bleeding. My first thought was, No one called me to say that she was bleeding. Then I had to realize that there is someone else taking care of baby, and that she will be fine. She just hasn't had much luck. I don't like hearing about her bad days, it makes me so sad. Hopefully she will come out of her shell and have fun.  She also got a new hair cut.  I wasn't planning on it being that short but she moved as I went to cut it so it got cut short.  She was not happy with me, but likes her hair now so I am okay! I will have to get some pictures posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan is adjusting to not having Hailee around and loves to help me around the house. He loves to go and pick her up, but doesn't like how she then get all of my attention as we talk about school and do homework. He is growing up so fast, I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; he is almost 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is almost 5 months old and is getting so big. She is rolling over and is laughing and overall is a good baby. She is the one that has been on a set schedule, and she also doesn't mind if I changed her feeding times if I have to go any where. The only thing that I can't changed is her bed time. She is usually asleep by 8:30 and if she isn't she is cranky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6126191488444657083?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6126191488444657083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6126191488444657083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6126191488444657083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6126191488444657083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-8041994648325211669</id><published>2009-08-13T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:48:22.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SoRDaoN0spI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CwpnrB8eXh4/s1600-h/Aug+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369490780483531410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SoRDaoN0spI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CwpnrB8eXh4/s320/Aug+2009+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still hard to believe that Hailee is old enough to go to school. 5 years has gone by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the first day of school and I was filled with so many emotions. The night before Adam gave her a Fathers Blessing. What a blessing it is to have the Priesthood in our home. I am so thankful Adam has the Priesthood and is worthy to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she was a little nervous and excited at the same time. Me on the other hand was a mess. I was so nervous about her going into the real world and growing up.  What if she gets hurt or someone hurts her feelings. I am not going to be there to hold her. I can't even call or check on her to make sure she is okay. I was not ready for her to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;With all of my anxiety was some excitement. I was happy for her to be able to make new friends and to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SoRDbMoyRlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/O7VMQ3mSd0E/s1600-h/Aug+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369490790260295250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SoRDbMoyRlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/O7VMQ3mSd0E/s320/Aug+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The morning came and I was having a hard time letting her grow up. Thankfully Adam was there to be with me. We got there and the bell rang, so I was telling her bye and she won't let go. The teacher grabbed her hand and was trying to talk to her and help go into the classroom, but Hailee wouldn't let go of me and kept telling me not to leave her. I just had to let go and walk away from my baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is for her own good right? Every part of me just wanted to hold her and take her away. I am glad that she has a friend from her primary class in there, and it was so cute that Ella (her friend) gave her a hug. When we got to the car tears came and missed her so much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnathan missed Hailee too, he kept asking if we could go get Hailee.  Then I let him was a movie and he was so excited that he wanted to tell Hailee that we were watching a movie.  I said sorry bud she is at school, and then he said we should go get her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day went by better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; I thought. I just kept hoping that she was okay and not completely traumatized by this experience. I did miss her, but Johnathan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kept me busy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Hailee came home I was relieved when she said that it was okay. She said that her head hurt and her tummy hurt so she didn't play at recess. Which made me sad cause I wasn't there to help her feel better.  I hate the thought of my baby in pain and sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To show her how proud we were of her I had waiting at home for her, a drink from Sonic and her very own flowers. She was so excited, so I think we are going to survive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today when I took her to school, she did better. We got there and the bell rang and she waited in line. She wasn't jumping for joy or really smiling, she seemed nervous and scared. But she was brave and went into the classroom by her self.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was still sad leaving her looking so nervous and scared, I just wanted to hold her. It was so hard to walk away.  I needed some reassurance that she was going to be okay and I needed to see her smile, I needed my baby girl.   I am proud of her for giving school another try.  I know she will be okay, I just wish she didn't have to grow up so quickly.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you so much Hailee and I am so proud of you!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SoRDbMoyRlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/O7VMQ3mSd0E/s1600-h/Aug+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-8041994648325211669?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8041994648325211669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8041994648325211669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8041994648325211669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8041994648325211669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SoRDaoN0spI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CwpnrB8eXh4/s72-c/Aug+2009+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3432570291030795259</id><published>2009-07-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:29:31.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kaylani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; was really fussy and not wanting to eat. At one point she was screaming for about 4 hours. I guess I should of taken her to the doctor that night but just thought that she was teething. Well she woke up with her ear crusted, so we went to the doctor once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The poor thing has 2 ear infections, one has already ruptured the other wasn't as bad and she has a cold and cough again. So more ear drops and stronger antibiotics. Thankfully when it ruptures the pain and pressure isn't as bad, which means not so much crying. Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; went to bed at 6:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; pm and didn't wake up until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9:00 am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Which means I got some much needed sleep. Also she woke up feeling much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So she is almost 4 months and has had croup, an on going cold, pink eye, and 2 ear infections. I hope this isn't a sign that she is going to be sick all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-3432570291030795259?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3432570291030795259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=3432570291030795259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3432570291030795259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3432570291030795259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/poor-kaylani.html' title='Poor Kaylani'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-449618312980583229</id><published>2009-07-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:22:04.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training!</title><content type='html'>Well  back in May we introduced the toilet to Johnathan and for a few days he would sit a go potty every time.  I didn't want to force or make him go if he didn't want to.  I am a firm believer of letting them decide when they want to be potty trained.  I will always ask but not force.&lt;br /&gt;So Johnathan learned he could go potty, but he still wanted to wear diapers.  I didn't think he was ready because I was having to change his diaper at night sometimes, to avoid having to change and wash the sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after introducing going potty, Johnathan came up to me and told me he needed to go potty, so I said okay and he went potty.  His diaper was dry and it had been a few hours since I changed him.   I figured he would want to wear a diaper but he said no more diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 1 month now and he is doing a good job.  At the beginning he didn't always know when he needed to go so for the 1st 2 weeks I was having to tell him to go about every 15-30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; at the beginning and then every hour we would go.  I got discourage at first cause having a 3 month old and try to potty train was not fun.  Thankful I had Hailee who stepped up and was the Mom while Johnathan would go potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan still has some accidents as he waits until the last possible moment to go potty and pees a little bit, but at least for the most part he tells me when he needs to go.  Also I can go to the store and know that he will stay dry.  I am glad that I only have one child in diapers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say girls are much easier to potty train then boys.  Hailee was fully potty trained in 1 week and stayed dry at night after 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-449618312980583229?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/449618312980583229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=449618312980583229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/449618312980583229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/449618312980583229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2999284266891086351</id><published>2009-07-04T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:21:44.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 month's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2arLKPgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iYKCiqJ2bP0/s1600-h/June+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354839788837551618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2arLKPgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iYKCiqJ2bP0/s320/June+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2bby3bXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Fut7JaKXXF4/s1600-h/June+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; at 3 months&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She is finally starting to feel better which is nice. She still has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt; and will once in a while have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coughing&lt;/span&gt; attack. As you can see she eats very well!! She is our chubby little girl. Since she has been sick she is a little behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;developmentally&lt;/span&gt;, so hopefully now that she feels better she will catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2bM_hgFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Mxa6A8J7YY4/s1600-h/June+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354839797915549778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2bM_hgFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Mxa6A8J7YY4/s320/June+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Too cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2bjrgkDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F1UEeubw3TY/s1600-h/June+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354839804005617714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2bjrgkDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F1UEeubw3TY/s320/June+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first smile caught on camera!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2999284266891086351?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2999284266891086351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2999284266891086351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2999284266891086351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2999284266891086351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months.html' title='3 month&apos;s'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlA2arLKPgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iYKCiqJ2bP0/s72-c/June+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6599255311903550677</id><published>2009-07-04T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:10:19.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailee's first dentist trip</title><content type='html'>For the last 2 years or so one of Hailee's molars had a cavity but she never complained that it hurt, so we just watched it. A few months ago I noticed it was getting worse and she was complaining that it hurt. So we decided to take her to the Dentist. It was not a proud day for me as a Mom. Because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neglected&lt;/span&gt; her tooth it now needed to be pulled. I wish I would of taken her in a long time ago, lesson learned. She also had some other cavities that needed to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAw_oEn2sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7sqyab82PTk/s1600-h/June+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354833826590218946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAw_oEn2sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7sqyab82PTk/s320/June+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hailee nervously waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAxAF8VD1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/-4v7y5_QgS4/s1600-h/June+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354833834608496466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAxAF8VD1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/-4v7y5_QgS4/s320/June+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dentist recommended that Hailee be put under a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; sedation and I agreed, so this Hailee after she was given what the Dentist called the silly medicine. Hailee was so funny she was swaying back and forth in the chair and kept asking me if she was moving the chair. Then she would look at me and just start laughing. She kept falling out of the chair and asked why she was so slippery. It was so funny to watch her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAxAb8TzEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PNAnBkPnrLQ/s1600-h/June+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354833840513993794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAxAb8TzEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PNAnBkPnrLQ/s320/June+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was after we got home and the silly medicine was wearing off. She was excited to put her tooth under her pillow and said that the tooth fairy should give her more money because the tooth is bigger. The tooth fairy must have heard her or felt bad that her tooth had to be pulled because she did leave more money. &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/8512453541406572903-6599255311903550677?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6599255311903550677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6599255311903550677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6599255311903550677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6599255311903550677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/hailees-first-dentist-trip.html' title='Hailee&apos;s first dentist trip'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAw_oEn2sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7sqyab82PTk/s72-c/June+2009+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3752824335079020280</id><published>2009-06-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:29:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuDL1nvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fG9KS9G9q3Q/s1600-h/May+2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354830226095709938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuDL1nvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fG9KS9G9q3Q/s320/May+2009+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is already&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. At 2 months she weighed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12lbs. 14oz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; and is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; 25 inches tall.  WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor thing has been sick since she was born. So pretty much just wants me to hold her all day long.  Thankfully at night she sleeps about 6 hours, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;  She still sleeps in our bed, which I am not happy about but since she is still having coughing attacks which she has a hard time breathing, I just feel better having her in our bed. Hopefully I can break her of sleeping in our bed. After I had Johnathan I told myself no more kids sleeping in our beds and here we are with a baby in our bed.  Oh well, at least it is 1 and not 3 in our bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailee loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; and tells her all day long that she is the best and the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;prettiest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; gets lots of loves from her brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;, but I think he misses having all my attention. The other day he tried to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; to Charity, he gave her the car seat and bouncer chair. I have been trying to give Hailee and Johnathan more attention but it has been hard to adjust to 3 kids and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a husband&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who need my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuUfamRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JYANi7HfL-Q/s1600-h/May+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354830230741227794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuUfamRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JYANi7HfL-Q/s320/May+2009+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuskOgYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Pcxujmapg9w/s1600-h/May+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354830237203857794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuskOgYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Pcxujmapg9w/s320/May+2009+113.jpg" 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/8512453541406572903-3752824335079020280?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3752824335079020280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=3752824335079020280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3752824335079020280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3752824335079020280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SlAtuDL1nvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fG9KS9G9q3Q/s72-c/May+2009+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-5453221502115691958</id><published>2009-06-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:03:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Doctor's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; had yet another doctor's visit.  After she got over her little stomach bug she got a cough.  So we watched it and then it got worse, so I decided to take her to the doctor's.   I was worried that she had another ear infection, but thank goodness her ears looked good. &lt;br /&gt;But she has Croup, which there is nothing they can do for her, but let it run its course.  I feel so bad for her, because she gets into a coughing fit and stops breathing, then she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;catches&lt;/span&gt; her breath and will usually throw up.  Needless to say I don't sleep much, because she coughs so much and I am always worried she will stop breathing.  Hopefully she will feel better soon and not be sick so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-5453221502115691958?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5453221502115691958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=5453221502115691958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5453221502115691958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5453221502115691958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-doctors-visit.html' title='Another Doctor&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1033014524424151422</id><published>2009-05-30T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:08:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; was Blessed. What a joyous day, this was Adam's first time giving a baby blessing and he did such a great job. What a sweet feeling it was to watch Adam hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; and use his priesthood to give her a blessing. Tears filled my eyes as I watched and listened. I am so proud of him and how far he has come. What a blessing it is to have the priesthood in our home and that Adam is worthy to use it and to bless us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet friend wrote down her blessing, and I am so glad she did. It was such a sweet blessing and the spirit was so strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8uy4PidI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hnyUkzvdpPE/s1600-h/May+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341687776411617746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8uy4PidI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hnyUkzvdpPE/s320/May+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiGDuDu1bGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5raTY9MERkc/s1600-h/May+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341695460337085538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiGDuDu1bGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5raTY9MERkc/s320/May+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the points of her blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bless you with strength spiritually and physically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-to be a beacon of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-stand strong in the gospel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-heed council and warnings in the scriptures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-enter the Temple -grow a strong and beautiful family and they will follow your example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-always lean upon your Heavenly Father- Know that you were brought here for a purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family even came to be there for it and Cindy brought Mom so she could be here. After church we had lunch and a birthday cake for Hailee. It was such a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8urocrsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QLHZLxHLdO8/s1600-h/May+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341687774466322114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8urocrsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QLHZLxHLdO8/s320/May+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8vQB-VdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mLZOEm-Fl3E/s1600-h/May+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341687784237061586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8vQB-VdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mLZOEm-Fl3E/s320/May+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1033014524424151422?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1033014524424151422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1033014524424151422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1033014524424151422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1033014524424151422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessing-day.html' title='Blessing Day'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SiF8uy4PidI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hnyUkzvdpPE/s72-c/May+2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-8830021983313166237</id><published>2009-05-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:55:49.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we were eating Hamburgers and after Hailee finished eating she said her mouth hurt. So Adam looked in her mouth and said her tooth is missing. I was like what! So we searched her hamburger and looked all over but could find it. I didn't even know that it was loose. She is only 5 and already loosing teeth. We haven't even discussed anything about the tooth fairy. So last night we had to explain to her what happens we you loose a tooth. She was said that she couldn't find her tooth, but she wrote a note and put that under her pillow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw6nEAtR-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/uDuAt9z_xtA/s1600-h/May+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207700920584162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw6nEAtR-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/uDuAt9z_xtA/s320/May+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tooth Fairy was not ready for her to grow up. The Tooth Fairy left Hailee a note and some money. Hailee was so excited about. She was nervous about the Tooth Fairy coming, because she might wake her up and then she would think that she was a monster. I explained that the Tooth Fairy was very nice and did not look like a monster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a hard enough time with Hailee turning 5 and now she lost her first tooth. I guess I have to let her grow up now. I can not believe it. My baby is 5, lost her first tooth and will be starting school. This is just too much, I feel so old.  She is not suppose to loose her teeth yet.&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/8512453541406572903-8830021983313166237?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8830021983313166237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8830021983313166237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8830021983313166237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8830021983313166237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/toothless.html' title='Toothless'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw6nEAtR-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/uDuAt9z_xtA/s72-c/May+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2611934250850857101</id><published>2009-05-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:57:49.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 5</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Hailee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw19HpzbgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BODzDs8oR7A/s1600-h/May+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202582297243138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw19HpzbgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BODzDs8oR7A/s320/May+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw19T7LzvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ifAntDnxY5Y/s1600-h/May+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202585591369458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw19T7LzvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ifAntDnxY5Y/s320/May+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Hailee's birthday and I just can't believe that my baby girl is 5. Adam had to work on Saturday so Friday she had her special day. She got to do whatever she wanted. She woke up and wanted blueberry muffins and blueberry pancakes. Then she wanted to wrestle and beat up Daddy. We also had a pillow fight. Then she opened up a present which was a scooter, so then she had to go outside and try it out. It was a nice day so we played outside for a while. She wanted McDonald's for lunch so she could play. Then we went to Red Robbin for dinner and she wanted to bring her friend. They had so much fun laughing and being silly little girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw02ETzDAI/AAAAAAAAANg/-AcExxha9Rw/s1600-h/pictures+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340201361628924930" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw02ETzDAI/AAAAAAAAANg/-AcExxha9Rw/s320/pictures+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hailee was so excited to turn 5, but she didn't grasp the concept that she will be 5 until her next birthday. She kept asking if I was sure she was 5 and if she would be 5 all day and the next day. When people told her Happy Birthday she would say I am 5 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw02SBD5GI/AAAAAAAAANo/htfQY0eeHt8/s1600-h/pictures+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340201365308433506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw02SBD5GI/AAAAAAAAANo/htfQY0eeHt8/s320/pictures+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all day. She is too cute and I am having a hard time letting her grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hailee- She loves to help around the house and loves to take care of her brother and sister. Her favorite thing to do is to color and play with her Mom and Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw02z6spSI/AAAAAAAAANw/gcTyD_2XcWE/s1600-h/pictures+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340201374408549666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw02z6spSI/AAAAAAAAANw/gcTyD_2XcWE/s320/pictures+391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite food changes day to day as she is very picky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still wants Spencer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jamieson&lt;/span&gt; to be her Prince.  (He isn't even 1 yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw03B2zX1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/0TJBntjA7dg/s1600-h/Jan-Mar+2007+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340201378150309714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw03B2zX1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/0TJBntjA7dg/s320/Jan-Mar+2007+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw03gbdvCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SvJbrscrAp4/s1600-h/March-May+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340201386357144610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw03gbdvCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SvJbrscrAp4/s320/March-May+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her baby sister and can't wait to be a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is scared to go to school but says she will try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learned how to swing by her self, and loves to swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is practicing to ride her bike without training wheels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the sweetest little girl and has such a huge heart. She gives the best loves. I am so grateful she came to our family and made me a mother. You have been such a blessing to our family. Happy Birthday sweet pea! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2611934250850857101?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2611934250850857101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2611934250850857101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2611934250850857101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2611934250850857101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-5.html' title='Turning 5'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/Shw19HpzbgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BODzDs8oR7A/s72-c/May+2009+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-246150059261444567</id><published>2009-05-11T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:58:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The special box!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgiNj_y4dFI/AAAAAAAAANY/Lls5dmwzclU/s1600-h/April+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of a box, that someone gave us with a baby outfit in it. Now it has pictures that Hailee has colored and a piece of ribbon in it.  Also an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; that had a card in it addressed to Adam and I.  Hailee liked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; so she took it and put some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; things in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she came into the kitchen carrying the box and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; and said surprise Daddy, and gave it to Adam.  As we looked at all the things in it we just laughed, so cute.  Well that night Hailee put it on Adam's night stand.  The next day she got into troubled by Adam and was sent to her room.  A few minutes later I went into our room and noticed that the box was moved to my night stand, I went a told Adam and we laughed.  Adam went and talked to Hailee and then the rest of the night played with her.  When we went to bed we noticed that she again moved the box and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; to Adam's night stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day this continued, except I won the box back.  Later that day Hailee got into troubled and I sent her to her room.  After she got out of time out, she went into our room and moved the box back to Adam's side.  She then came out and told me that I made her sad and she gave the box and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt; to Daddy.  Anyways this went on for weeks.  Adam and I always knew who was on her good side based on whether or not we had the box and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend all of her cousins were at our house and one of them had just had a birthday so she went and got the box and gave it to her cousin.  She did however leave the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt;.  She is too funny, I just love my sweet little Hailee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgiNXbqdgTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D7kEPdQkq9Y/s1600-h/April+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334669192322711858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgiNXbqdgTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D7kEPdQkq9Y/s400/April+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-246150059261444567?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/246150059261444567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=246150059261444567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/246150059261444567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/246150059261444567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/special-box.html' title='The special box!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgiNXbqdgTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D7kEPdQkq9Y/s72-c/April+2009+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4651003133355351933</id><published>2009-05-11T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:39:53.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night while getting the kids ready for bed I told Hailee that Daddy had to work on Sunday and I needed her to be a big girl and help me get things ready for church.  She was happy to do so, then Adam told her that it was Mother's Day too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday morning came and Adam went to work and I hurried up and got ready.  I was worried about trying to get myself and 3 kids ready for church and be to church at 8:30.  Thanks to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; little helper we made to church on time.  Hailee helped Johnathan get dressed and then made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; happy so I could finish getting everything ready.  It was a crazy morning.  As we were walking out the door Hailee said she wanted to bring my Mother's Day presents to church, I told no that she could give them to me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got home she ran in her room and got her presents.  She gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylani's&lt;/span&gt; card that was on her crib in the hospital and a paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree that hung from our ceiling.  I did everything I could not to laugh.  She is so sweet! She then gave me one of her stuffed animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just explain something about Hailee.  She loves to give presents.  For example, this last Easter Adam's mom came over, so Hailee drew her a picture for Easter.  Well Adam's Dad and step mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; the kids and came over too.  Hailee felt bad that she didn't  draw a picture for her other Grandma, so she went into her room and got 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; and gave them to her Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways  Hailee continued all day to surprise me, she made my bed, made her bed, and cleaned the bathroom.   She made sure that I had a blanket, in case I got cold and she even got her sleepers and put them on my feet.  Johnathan kept bringing me toys.&lt;br /&gt;They both gave me lots of loves and kisses.  It was a nice day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4651003133355351933?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4651003133355351933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4651003133355351933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4651003133355351933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4651003133355351933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4857725006289559644</id><published>2009-05-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:26:32.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; has been sick for the last 3 weeks and last weekend got worse.  So on Monday I spent 2 very long hours at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; office after hours care.  She has had her very first ear infection and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perforated&lt;/span&gt; ear drum (which just means that it hasn't ruptured yet).  So now she gets ear drops and antibiotics. It has not been fun she cries for hours at a time and doesn't sleep very well .  Also she has cradle cap all over her head and face.  Hopefully she will start to feel better soon, I just feel so bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgM-J6pJX3I/AAAAAAAAANI/eKQo54tVxyY/s1600-h/April+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333174723818381170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgM-J6pJX3I/AAAAAAAAANI/eKQo54tVxyY/s320/April+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylani 1 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; being sick, I have had the flu and Hailee and Johnathan have being fighting colds and coughs.  Hopefully we can all feel better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4857725006289559644?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4857725006289559644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4857725006289559644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4857725006289559644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4857725006289559644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SgM-J6pJX3I/AAAAAAAAANI/eKQo54tVxyY/s72-c/April+2009+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4543748464883534020</id><published>2009-04-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:03:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend!</title><content type='html'>What a spiritual weekend we had! We have been preparing for this weekend for some time now and as this last week approached our excitement grew. Adam was taking out his own Endowments and we were going to be Sealed. I was ready for stress to set in and for Satan to work hard to make life miserable. But that did not happen. Adam and I were happy and there was no tension between us. I am blessed to have such a sweet husband, he truly is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and Adam and I got ready to go to the Temple. Hailee was sad that she couldn't come, but then remember that she could come the next day. We kissed our kids goodbye and I said a little prayer that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; would survive without me. I was going to be without her for about 4 hours and she only nurses. So I was a little worried at how she would do for that long. But Heavenly Father answered my little prayer and she was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Temple and there was such a sweet feeling as Adam and I walked into the Temple hand in hand. We are so thankful for so many people that came to show their love and support. Most of my family was able to make it to the endowments, even my Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Step mom&lt;/span&gt; got permission to come ( they are serving a mission in Oakland, CA). Also my Mom who just got out of the Hospital was able to make the drive over and be there for the Sealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we woke up and enjoyed a peaceful morning as we got ready to go to the Temple. Hailee was so excited to wear her special dress and especially to go inside the Temple. The Temple was very busy, so we had to park far away. We walked toward the Temple and the excitement grew more. I couldn't wait, but at the same moment I didn't want this day to end. As we walked into the Temple as a family I had tears and the thought of seeing the kids dressed in white. My sister came to help with the kids and I was thankful for that, cause Hailee was a little nervous. As Adam and I waited, I had a moment to reflect this past year, and the past 7 years of our marriage. It has been tough, before Adam got baptized I didn't know if we were going to make it, but because of an inspiring Sunday School &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;, I fasted and prayed for my marriage. Heavenly Father answered that prayer, I knew in my heart that in another life I knew my husband and I told him that I would wait for him. After Adam got baptized things didn't get easier, but I held onto that sweet feeling that I knew him and that I promised him I would wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;As I knelt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; from Adam I knew that this was a new beginning for us as we have had some trying times. I love this guy more than words can describe. The sacrifices he has made, the change that took place all to make this day possible. Every day I am amazed at Adam's strength as he struggles and presses on each day even when it is hard. He has had a whirlwind of a year as he has stopped a dangerous addiction. What a journey it has been and I am so grateful for our trials, because it has made us better and closer. I love my husband more each day and I am so grateful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet and joyous experience to see my kids walk in all dressed in white. My sister was also in white as she got to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt;. Hailee walked over to me and said "are you getting married". They were so reverent, except for when Johnathan tried to climb on the alter, even that was cute. I was in tears  as Hailee and Johnathan held hands and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaylani's&lt;/span&gt; little hand was placed on theirs, so sweet. This day that I had been dreaming about and waiting for has come true. Words cannot describe my joy. I am so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4543748464883534020?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4543748464883534020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4543748464883534020' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4543748464883534020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4543748464883534020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1660024331044761382</id><published>2009-04-15T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:53:45.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure these 2 are sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmZpph2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/HpMJao8DPSU/s1600-h/pictures+600.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021234946738018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmZpph2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/HpMJao8DPSU/s400/pictures+600.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top one is Hailee and the bottom one is Kaylani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmprp4RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/afNwPM7o0b4/s1600-h/March-April+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021239250116882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmprp4RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/afNwPM7o0b4/s400/March-April+2009+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmZKr0nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Q-oya4j2MyM/s1600-h/pictures+595.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to add a picture of Johnathan to show that at one point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he had hair like his sisters. He actually had the most hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmZKr0nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Q-oya4j2MyM/s1600-h/pictures+595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021234816864882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmZKr0nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Q-oya4j2MyM/s400/pictures+595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1660024331044761382?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1660024331044761382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1660024331044761382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1660024331044761382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1660024331044761382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-pretty-sure-these-2-are-sisters-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeZGmZpph2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/HpMJao8DPSU/s72-c/pictures+600.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3607811013058010000</id><published>2009-04-15T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:34:52.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday I was in the kitchen making dinner and Johnathan comes in and says, "I show you". Which when he says that it is usually not good. Then he starts singing Jingle Bells. So I follow him into his room and find all of my wrapping paper unrolled. He then tells me with a big smile on his face "I make you Happy". Moments like this you can't help but laugh. I told him to go get Dad and he runs into the kitchen saying over and over "I make Mom Happy". Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeY4Tr0aaJI/AAAAAAAAAME/KlJZJlooc0o/s1600-h/pics+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325005520243419282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeY4Tr0aaJI/AAAAAAAAAME/KlJZJlooc0o/s400/pics+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeY4ToTC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2PtIekXuEaQ/s1600-h/pics+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325005519298162066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeY4ToTC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2PtIekXuEaQ/s400/pics+043.jpg" 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/8512453541406572903-3607811013058010000?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3607811013058010000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=3607811013058010000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3607811013058010000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3607811013058010000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-sunday-i-was-in-kitchen-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeY4Tr0aaJI/AAAAAAAAAME/KlJZJlooc0o/s72-c/pics+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3885415676641707699</id><published>2009-04-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:31:46.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107873773646&amp;amp;site=widget-4e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107873773646&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4e.slide.com/p1/3530822107873773646/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is already 2 weeks old. The kids love having a baby in the house. I am constantly telling them not to lay on her. They tend to want to lay on her and kiss her. She gets lots of love from her brother and sister. Hailee is my little helper which has been so nice. She helps me by getting things and she even helps by getting Johnathan dressed. What a blessing she is! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; has been a good baby so far, she just doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;burp&lt;/span&gt; very well, so then she gets fussy.&lt;br /&gt;Adam doesn't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylani&lt;/span&gt; is very photogenic but I wanted to get some pictures posted for my book. I guess she does make some funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMqnzxsYI/AAAAAAAAALk/yUTrXj4OAas/s1600-h/Kaylani+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324957535792378242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMqnzxsYI/AAAAAAAAALk/yUTrXj4OAas/s320/Kaylani+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMqXEyIUI/AAAAAAAAALc/S_DoEtF1RJg/s1600-h/March-April+2009+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMqJUdxPI/AAAAAAAAALU/gV8n4ivs8r8/s1600-h/March-April+2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324957527607985394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMqJUdxPI/AAAAAAAAALU/gV8n4ivs8r8/s320/March-April+2009+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't the best picture of Hailee and Johnathan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I wanted to get a picture of Kaylani smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMp9tLB2I/AAAAAAAAALE/4CN9E5u09Sk/s1600-h/March-April+2009+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324957524490389346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMp9tLB2I/AAAAAAAAALE/4CN9E5u09Sk/s320/March-April+2009+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4648692089446020110?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4648692089446020110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4648692089446020110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4648692089446020110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4648692089446020110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SeYMqnzxsYI/AAAAAAAAALk/yUTrXj4OAas/s72-c/Kaylani+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-5450660247051785028</id><published>2009-04-07T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:12:53.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor and delivery!</title><content type='html'>Warning a long post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Sunday March 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I thought that I would be pregnant forever, it felt like this baby wasn't ever going to come. Then Monday we walked around the Temple for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I felt really good, I thought it would be another week. It is funny how quickly things can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Tuesday at about 3 in the morning with some pain and contractions that were 10 min apart. I tried to lay there and rest, but the pain was starting to get stronger and I couldn't rest. I am a wimp! So I decided to sit in the bath . It was now about 4:30 and while I was sitting in the bath the contractions were now 7 min apart and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt; and longer. So I figured we would be heading to the hospital soon. I decided to shower and get ready and wait for them to get closer and stronger. I have made the mistake of going to the hospital too early and then having a long labor in the hospital, so I really wanted to prevent that. I would rather wait at home as long as possible. So I cleaned and tried to get my mind off of the pain and contractions. By 6:00 the contractions were now 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; apart but hadn't got too much stronger, so I decided to keep waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:00 the pain let up and the contractions were now 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; apart. Talk about disappointment. Anyways I went about my day, knowing that it would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be soon. I was still having some back pain that would come and go and some contractions were stronger than others, but not enough to go to the hospital. Adam went to work at about 2 that afternoon, since nothing was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:00 that night the contractions started to get closer together and more painful. At 7:00 they were 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; apart and even stronger. So I started to get things ready to go and get the kids taken care of. I called my doctor at 8:00 and he said to go to the hospital, so I called Adam who was still at work and told him it was time. I told Hailee that I was going to the hospital and she was so excited. She then told me that I would be okay cause she said a prayer. So sweet!! Adam got home and changed and we left, the contractions were about 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; apart and the pain was stronger so I was hoping that I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a 6. But when we got there and got checked in the Nurse checked me and I was a good 4 she said. I was like WHAT! Only a 4 after having contractions since 3 this morning and being in pain all day. I am a wimp. She called my doctor and he said to let me stay since I have a history of my body not going into active labor on its own. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! So we got settled and at 10:30 my contractions slowed down, just as it did earlier that day. They finished hooking me up and by that time it was 11 and in walks my doctor who decided he better help me along, so he broke my water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he broke my water the contractions were getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to get an epidural so by the time they got to me it was 12:00 and I was only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to a 5 maybe a 6. Did I mention I am a wimp. At 1:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; am I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to a good six, so I was prepared for a long labor. She had me roll to the other side and told to get some rest. So I tried but all of a sudden I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of pain. At 1:30 she rushes in the room cause the baby heart rate was dropping and she checked me. I told her I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of pain and she said that is because you are at an 8 already. My epidural wasn't really working . But it was getting too late for them to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:00 am I was fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they started to get things ready. At 2:29 am and only 3 pushes later our little April Fools baby was born, who Fooled us!! I was certain it was a boy and even after the doctor said it was a girl I had to look for myself. I couldn't believe that in 1 hour I went from a 6 to fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; and had a baby, I am glad it went quick since my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;epidural&lt;/span&gt; was really weak.  But I am proud of myself that I was able to tough it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was by far my easiest labor and delivery, as I didn't tear or need to be cut. And it was quick! Which was nice. Later that day Adam brought the kids in and Hailee was so excited to see her sister. She of course checked to make sure I was okay, and then spent the rest of the day asking about if the hole is still there where the baby came out. She was quite interested in how the doctor got the baby out and why I still had a big tummy. She is so cute!! She loves her sister and wants to hold her all the time and is such a big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing it is to have this sweet little girl in our home, as well as Hailee and Johnathan. It is funny how all of those fears and anxieties about being a mother to 3 are gone as soon as the little bundle of joy arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing good and getting back to normal, whatever that is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-5450660247051785028?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5450660247051785028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=5450660247051785028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5450660247051785028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5450660247051785028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/labor-and-delivery.html' title='Labor and delivery!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-8328935483801896337</id><published>2009-04-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:41:48.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We had a ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVaGhq76bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YsigX_SmfG0/s1600-h/March-April+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320257602972281266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVaGhq76bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YsigX_SmfG0/s320/March-April+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaylani Rae was born April 1st at 2:29 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She weighed 8lbs. 4 oz and was 21 1/4 in long.&lt;br /&gt;We are home and doing good. I will write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVZpq3NLvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/owUZW-x4rbg/s1600-h/March-April+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320257107223457522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVZpq3NLvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/owUZW-x4rbg/s200/March-April+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVZIAQgM_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/dcJ99dJloXI/s1600-h/March-April+2009+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVYaWq2p-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kSsybK8w0BU/s1600-h/March-April+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320255744593274850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVYaWq2p-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kSsybK8w0BU/s200/March-April+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-8328935483801896337?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8328935483801896337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8328935483801896337' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8328935483801896337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8328935483801896337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-had.html' title='We had a ????'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SdVaGhq76bI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YsigX_SmfG0/s72-c/March-April+2009+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6452725312707168854</id><published>2009-03-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:02:44.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the doctor last Thursday and he checked me and said that it will be soon. His guess was within a week. I have been having some strong contractions but nothing that stays regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having mixed emotions with this pregnancy, I am ready to be done but then at the same time scared to have 3 kids. Also I am not ready to let go of Johnathan being my baby. Even on days where he just seems to get into everything and really does try my patience, he is still my little boy. I just don't want him to grow up. I was always one who wanted girls more than boys, but Johnathan has changed that, he is my little boy and someday he is not going to want anything to do with me. I just wish i could hold onto my little boy forever. When Hailee was born she was a Daddy's girl and has been ever since, I know that someday she will need her Mom again where as Johnathan will need his Dad more than me and eventually grow up. It is just so hard to let go of my little boy. I know it is harder to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Johnathan&lt;/span&gt; grow up and let go cause someday he is not really going to need me as much as Hailee will, girls always will need their Mom, but boys not so much.   Anyways enough of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailee is getting so excited for the baby to come and even explained to me what was going to happen. She said that the doctor will tell me to push and then I will scream and push the baby out. I asked her how she knew this and she then told me that she is just smart enough cause she goes to church and Jesus told her. I honestly don't know where she got this from, we have never discussed how the baby was going to come out or watched any shows about babies. She told me that she will be my little helper and take care of me. She is so sweet and is so grown up. It will be nice that she will be able to help me with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ready and just waiting for this baby to make its entrance into the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6452725312707168854?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6452725312707168854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6452725312707168854' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6452725312707168854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6452725312707168854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-5605192106280940745</id><published>2009-03-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:38:41.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your big when....</title><content type='html'>You know your big when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't get up without assistance.&lt;br /&gt;Your standing next to the stove and your tummy hits the pan and thankfully you have a flat top stove or else your shirt would catch on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Your pregnancy clothes don't fit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You dig through your husbands t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Your child tells you that you have a "ginormous tummy".&lt;br /&gt;You are asked if you are having twins.&lt;br /&gt;You are told that you must be due &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt; and then you laugh and say no, and they look shocked and say oh my.&lt;br /&gt;You can't fit into a booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.  Thankfully I am used to this as I was big with my other 2 pregnancies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor last week and he told me I have to start to take it easy.  I am still measuring 2 weeks bigger.  I am uncomfortable and more tired lately.  Doing normal things is hard these days and  I really have to pace myself.  I am thankful for such a wonderful husband who works all day and then comes home to help me around the house.  He does laundry, cleans, helps with dinner, and helps me get groceries.   He is the sweetest!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down to hopefully 4-5 more weeks and can't wait for it to be over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-5605192106280940745?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5605192106280940745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=5605192106280940745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5605192106280940745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5605192106280940745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-your-big-when.html' title='You know your big when....'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-8844507978538304113</id><published>2009-02-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:07:37.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots!!</title><content type='html'>I scheduled a doctors appointment for Friday for the kids to get caught up on their shots. Hailee is absolutely scared out of her mind of doctors. So on Friday morning we talked to her and told her that after we went to the doctor we would go somewhere special. Lets just say that thank goodness we told her after she was dressed and had breakfast cause as soon as we mentioned doctor she lost it. Adam had to carry her in the car and hold down in car seat because she was trying to get out of the car. Then when we got to the doctor I took Johnathan inside to check in as Adam tried to get Hailee out of the car. She had stopped crying when we were waiting but then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; called our name and she lost it again. The nurse was trying to weigh and get her height and she was screaming and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Nurse took us into the room, Hailee ran out of the room and down the hall. Adam got her and we sat Hailee down and try to talk to her. She was finally okay with the doctor coming and looking at her and Johnathan. What a relief! The kids are both healthy and are growing at a good rate. Then it was that dreaded time of getting the shots. Hailee needed 5 and Johnathan needed 3. The nurse came back in to do the shots. Hailee went first so I had Adam hold her, Hailee was screaming at the top of her lungs, "someone help me please". Adam was having a hard time holding Hailee as she was kicking and doing everything she could to get away. I was fighting back the tears and just kept wondering if this is really worth it. I have never seen Hailee scream and cry like that, even Adam was holding back some tears. Needless to say after Hailee's episode it was Johnathan's turn and I should of had him go first cause after watching Hailee he was scared. I don't blame him you would of thought Hailee was being tortured. But he cried for a minute and was fine after we got him a sticker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/span&gt; it is over!&lt;br /&gt;Adam told the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; and sorry as the nurse was trying not to cry. I felt bad for her and I don't envy her job at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful Adam was with me as I could not have done that on my own. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update on the pregnancy. I am miserable as ever and I am still measuring about 2 weeks early. We are hoping for the baby to come the week of Easter as I don't think I can go too much longer. Hailee keeps telling me that my tummy can't get any bigger cause then I won't be able to fit into my clothes. I am getting a little stressed as we are not ready for the baby and have so much to do before the baby comes. I am just so tired lately that I don't feel like doing anything. I just keep telling myself 6 more weeks and I will be done. Of course then that just scares me more because then I will have 3 kids and I don't know how I am going to do it. I am more scared about having 3 then I was about having my first. I know everything will be okay just as it always is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-8844507978538304113?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8844507978538304113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8844507978538304113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8844507978538304113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8844507978538304113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/02/shots.html' title='Shots!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4075321174660134885</id><published>2009-02-13T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:32:11.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After our family fun weekend the kids got sick. Which has been hanging around for the last week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night I thought that the sickness was behind us, but I was wrong. Wednesday I was suppose to take Johnathan to playgroup, but he woke up with 2 red eyes and could hardly talk, which I didn't mind cause I was up all night with Hailee cause her throat hurt. Then Adam came home and said he didn't feel good, so everyone got medicine and off to bed(it was only 8:30 Wow that is early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Johnathan woke up crying, the poor thing couldn't open his eyes. So I got a wash cloth and wipe his eyes, he then open them and said,"Thank you mommy". Now he gets medicine in his eyes which is not fun. Despite Johnathan not being able to breathe or see he is a happy boy who doesn't act sick. I have thus far been lucky to not get sick, but I guess when you are taking care of sick kids and a sick husband you are bound to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today stuffed up and can't breathe, hopefully it doesn't get worse. Johnathan woke up with his eyes glued shut again, I feel so bad for him, he just looks miserable. But as I am typing this he his laughing and running around like nothing is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4075321174660134885?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4075321174660134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4075321174660134885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4075321174660134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4075321174660134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-our-family-fun-weekend-kids-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4932441291558514441</id><published>2009-02-13T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:30:09.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW-YmW_yuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-zo8_H59AXg/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a couple of weeks ago we wanted to have some fun with the kids before the baby came. So Adam took a few days off and we had fun with the kids, we went to the Train park, the Zoo, we drove to Canyon Lake and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt;, we had a party which included having breakfast for dinner, movies, cookies, cupcakes , sleeping in the front room which led to kids jumping off the couch onto the bed!! FUN, FUN, FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9cKRCDBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sRghK4BNEQM/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302352427788405778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9cKRCDBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sRghK4BNEQM/s200/Jan-Feb+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9brmSdgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rZiDnzmO7oQ/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302352419556062722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9brmSdgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rZiDnzmO7oQ/s200/Jan-Feb+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW-YenEwoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nmlQb9iS8UU/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302353464041718402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW-YenEwoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nmlQb9iS8UU/s200/Jan-Feb+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9bcIPR2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/47rlYHEWjqk/s1600-h/Jan-Feb+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302352415403493218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9bcIPR2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/47rlYHEWjqk/s200/Jan-Feb+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4932441291558514441?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4932441291558514441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4932441291558514441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4932441291558514441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4932441291558514441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SZW9cKRCDBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sRghK4BNEQM/s72-c/Jan-Feb+2009+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6723617393529051992</id><published>2009-01-23T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:43:35.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Trimester!</title><content type='html'>Well I am happy to say I have made it to the last stretch of this pregnancy!  I went to the doctor yesterday and had an ultrasound done and the baby is already 3 lbs. which is a little big.  The doctor is figuring it will be between 8 to 9 lbs.  We still don't know what we are having. &lt;br /&gt;Hailee is determined it is a girl.  She has made it clear she does not want another brother.  We keep telling her that it could be a boy, but she says No,  I want a baby sister cause I don't have a baby sister.  We shall soon find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6723617393529051992?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6723617393529051992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6723617393529051992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6723617393529051992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6723617393529051992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-trimester.html' title='3rd Trimester!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-3867872314122145248</id><published>2009-01-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:48:54.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJUKIABN0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/RH_N_QE6K2k/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some more picture's, some are of our garden, before the frost got some of my plants. I was sad to go outside and see such a sad looking garden. I am hoping it comes back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we cut some broccoli, it was good, even the kids liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJTHmh-5jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P1rHEE1d6us/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287880302553654834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJTHmh-5jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P1rHEE1d6us/s200/oct-+dec+2008+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJT5fXM_mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_qn5XYB9ZCc/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287881159622852194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJT5fXM_mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_qn5XYB9ZCc/s200/oct-+dec+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJS0d2JRiI/AAAAAAAAAII/2m5P1h78tJw/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287879973804787234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJS0d2JRiI/AAAAAAAAAII/2m5P1h78tJw/s200/oct-+dec+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJUco-0h1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MrKKGYWHNWI/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287881763500361554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJUco-0h1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/MrKKGYWHNWI/s200/oct-+dec+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJSnR-ou0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/dVPd5AGyBrU/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287879747280878402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJSnR-ou0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/dVPd5AGyBrU/s200/oct-+dec+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJSWgojRUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ew2JKep3nec/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287879459157001538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJSWgojRUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ew2JKep3nec/s200/oct-+dec+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-3867872314122145248?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3867872314122145248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=3867872314122145248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3867872314122145248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/3867872314122145248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='Picture&apos;s'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJTHmh-5jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P1rHEE1d6us/s72-c/oct-+dec+2008+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6534046800748332008</id><published>2009-01-05T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:23:52.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe Christmas came and went, I am just now putting decorations away and I have to admit I am a little sad to put it all away. My house seems so empty now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were so excited on Christmas Eve (so was I). We let balloons go for Uncle Jon, told the story of the Birth of Jesus, talked about Jesus and then sang Happy Birthday to Him, watched the Santa Clause, we opened Papa and Patty's presents (which was PJ's), put out cookies and milk and carrots for the reindeer, then finally to bed. I was so excited that I could hardly sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hailee woke up about 8 and came and asked me if we were going to open up presents, I said I don't know did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; come. She ran out to the front room and screamed. Then came and said, "I can't believe he came, he brought plenty of presents"! She was so excited that Adam stopped her just before she was about to rip open all the presents. With all of the screaming Johnathan woke up and Hailee told him Santa came, so he ran out to the front room saying Merry Christmas! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun! Hailee saw that Santa ate his cookies and drank his milk, then she wanted to know if the reindeer ate their carrots, so we went outside and what to our wondering eye but carrots that had been eaten, that the reindeer must have dropped in our front yard as they flew away! It was so exciting to see the excitement in the kids, they could not believe Santa actually came. We ate breakfast then enjoyed opening presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPbNPF7qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EGS2Q80NOjU/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287876241314410146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPbNPF7qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EGS2Q80NOjU/s200/oct-+dec+2008+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPc8H6DOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cB6CvnLsSJA/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287876271080606946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPc8H6DOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cB6CvnLsSJA/s200/oct-+dec+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPdOyrbtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eEiH7Ke8tUw/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287876276091842258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPdOyrbtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eEiH7Ke8tUw/s200/oct-+dec+2008+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the kids played and we got dressed and went to Adam's brother's house and opened up more presents, and had Ham and watched the Suns game. It was a nice day!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPd8Ev_OI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KJch-Cc8uWo/s1600-h/oct-+dec+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287876288247233762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPd8Ev_OI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KJch-Cc8uWo/s200/oct-+dec+2008+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6534046800748332008?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6534046800748332008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6534046800748332008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6534046800748332008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6534046800748332008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SWJPbNPF7qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EGS2Q80NOjU/s72-c/oct-+dec+2008+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2173899820114147752</id><published>2008-12-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:07:34.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years!!!</title><content type='html'>Today 7 years ago I married my best friend, my soul mate.  What a journey it has been.  But I do believe I have found Joy in my Journey!  We celebrated our anniversary  a couple days ago with a quiet evening at home with no children.  It was nice!  I really wanted to go away for the weekend, since we have never done that, but it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work out.   I enjoyed sitting at home anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not be telling the truth if I said that it has been a wonderful 7 years.  We have had our ups and downs our hardships that have truly tested our marriage.   We have had times that were rocky and times that we were unsure if  our marriage could make it.   This past year has been a rough and rocky one.   I spent many nights pleading with my Heavenly Father for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; to get through some pretty hard times.   I knew in my heart that I had to hold on to my marriage, that we would get through this time in our life.  I was able to find Joy in my Journey!  I can't imagine my life without my best friend, even when times are hard.   I have grown a lot in the past 7 years and I have a lot more to learn,  and there is no one else I would rather learn and grow with, then my Honey!   He has been through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; these past months and I am so proud and grateful of him for going through what he has to go through to overcome some struggles in his life. He has come so far and I love him more everyday for it.  Happy Anniversary Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2173899820114147752?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2173899820114147752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2173899820114147752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2173899820114147752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2173899820114147752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-years.html' title='7 years!!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-5557919991048997124</id><published>2008-12-02T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:37:07.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite time of year!</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year, I love the fall and being able to open the windows and not have to hear the A/C turn on.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Christmas season, and all the decorations and lights. I still get excited on Christmas Eve and sometimes I can't even sleep. I love going and looking at Christmas lights and then coming home and drinking egg nog. I love baking and giving stuff to people. I love being around family. I love watching Christmas movies and listening to Christmas music. I love watching the kids on Christmas morning and watch there eyes light up as they see the things Santa brought. I love that they get excited even if it is just a couple of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly I Love the real reason for the season, the birth of our Savior. I am so excited to be able to teach Hailee about the birth of Christ this year as she is old enough to understand and I hope Johnathan can understand a little too . And to teach them about the true meaning of Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-5557919991048997124?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5557919991048997124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=5557919991048997124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5557919991048997124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/5557919991048997124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favorite-time-of-year.html' title='My favorite time of year!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-717792412131466803</id><published>2008-12-02T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:27:11.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>November seems like it has gone by so quickly. We had a lovely experience with the stomach flu. Luckily the kids didn't get it as bad. But it didn't pass Adam &amp;amp; I. At first we thought that Adam had eaten something bad, but then Johnathan got sick and then I did and then Hailee. Adam had to live work early, but lucky for him I wasn't sick yet and able to take GOOD care of him. Just as he was feeling a little bit better I got sick. So he had to take care of me and the kids and he was still feeling yucky, ( what a guy). I hope we don't get that again, I have never cleaned and done laundry more in my life than I did for those 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; was quiet and very nice. Adam had to work a couple hours while I prepared our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; dinner. Adam's family was coming over so it wasn't that bad. We were wanting to go to Utah(most of my family went) and celebrate my Grandma's 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, but weren't able too. We had a lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has been going on I am about 21 weeks along and started to feel pregnant. Hailee tells me all the time that my tummy is getting too big. She hasn't seen big yet. Now that I am getting bigger they kiss my tummy all the time, it is so cute. Hailee can't wait for the baby to come. My sister has 2 boys and just had her first girl so now Hailee really wants a baby sister just like her cousin Tucker. So we shall see what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way we are not finding out the sex of the baby. I didn't think that I could not find out, but so far I have been okay with not knowing and not being able to plan and have everything organized. I am actually excited to have a surprise!! Did I mention that I have enjoying being pregnant. I think I have enjoyed this pregnancy more and appreciate more the miracle of bringing a child into the world for the simple fact that this may be our last. I wish I could have many more but my body may say otherwise. I am Thankful that this pregnancy has been a good one so far and I can enjoy it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-717792412131466803?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/717792412131466803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=717792412131466803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/717792412131466803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/717792412131466803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4134191669975394411</id><published>2008-11-03T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:23:23.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Season!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For those that know us we are huge &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; fans!! We love to watch basketball. It is actually the only thing that we watch on TV. The kids like to watch the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; games with us and we all wear either a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; shirt or jersey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9q9k7-XKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DsAKpsPWKMo/s1600-h/logosuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264544095539190946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9q9k7-XKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DsAKpsPWKMo/s200/logosuns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the past we have been known to become a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;superstitious&lt;/span&gt; when it came to watching the games. We would get the Subway &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS &lt;/span&gt;meal often, because when we did they would win. And if they won we wouldn't wash our jersey's until they lost. We had to watch every game. That is not even the half of it, well lets just say we were a little crazy about the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thankfully we have toned it down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and we do know that there are more important things in life. Like Saturday night, instead of sitting at home watching a good game we enjoyed a evening out being spiritually uplifted at the Stake Conference Adult session. And it was not a hard decision to make. It did not matter to us that the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS &lt;/span&gt;were playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So we have learned to appreciate other things in life, not just being devoted &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS &lt;/span&gt;fans. But I do have to say that if there is nothing going on, then you can find us watching a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; game as a family and having fun. You might even catch us having a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; party. But we are not the crazy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; fans that we used to be and can miss watching games and be okay with it. And the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt; are okay if we don't watch all the games, cause they are going to lose and win if we watch or not watch the games!! GO &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4134191669975394411?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4134191669975394411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4134191669975394411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4134191669975394411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4134191669975394411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/11/basketball-season.html' title='Basketball Season!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9q9k7-XKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DsAKpsPWKMo/s72-c/logosuns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6140795935206149118</id><published>2008-11-03T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:49:04.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-Wgm5RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8-IH-K3lqdw/s1600-h/halloween+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264532014218274066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-Wgm5RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8-IH-K3lqdw/s200/halloween+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hailee was a Princess Fairy and Johnathan was a Basketball player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(not just any basketball player but a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;SUNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Basketball player)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hailee could not wait for Halloween, she kept asking everyday if it was Halloween yet. Finally it came and she could not stand it, then she kept asking if it was time to go trick or treating, it was a long day for her as she could not wait!! We went to our ward's trunk or treat and had a good time. We had planned to park our van and pass out candy but we were about 30 min. late and by the time we got there it was too crowded so we decided just to get our chairs and pass out our candy. Next time we will remember to get there early. This was the first year that Johnathan went Trick or Treating, and it didn't take him long to know what to do. He would follow Hailee and take his bucket up to people and not say anything. He was not scared. After a couple of cars he went up to everyone even if they did not have candy, and he would hold up his bucket and wait for them to give him candy. Hailee was a pro and just wanted to do it by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-4INlyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0aIRE8S-rAM/s1600-h/halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;They were so excited to carve our pumpkin!! Hailee named it the Silly Pumpkin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-hk-MpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MTrKW2IGGBc/s1600-h/halloween+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264532017189368466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-hk-MpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MTrKW2IGGBc/s200/halloween+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-4INlyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0aIRE8S-rAM/s1600-h/halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264532023242757922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-4INlyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0aIRE8S-rAM/s200/halloween+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-4INlyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0aIRE8S-rAM/s1600-h/halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6140795935206149118?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6140795935206149118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6140795935206149118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6140795935206149118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6140795935206149118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQ9f-Wgm5RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8-IH-K3lqdw/s72-c/halloween+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-89109584198315068</id><published>2008-10-24T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:17:30.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnathan turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJGjZoq8LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/m7vqNvq6AN0/s1600-h/pictures+565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260844888712999090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJGjZoq8LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/m7vqNvq6AN0/s200/pictures+565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJTteH5b1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0kRcmJKVv_g/s1600-h/pictures+576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260859355367567186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJTteH5b1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0kRcmJKVv_g/s200/pictures+576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can not believe that my baby boy is 2, he seems and acts like he should be older. But I am glad that he is still my baby boy. He was a difficult pregnancy, labor and delivery, but was worth all the tears, stretch marks and pain. We were so excited to have a boy, and Hailee couldn't wait to be a big sister, She loved to hold him and would just sit and hold his little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJUfZjtxLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SEnFZ4PpE18/s1600-h/Oct.-Dec.+2006+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260860213135525042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJUfZjtxLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SEnFZ4PpE18/s200/Oct.-Dec.+2006+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He can at times be out of control, rough, full of energy, into everything, and keeps me active and simply just being a boy. But in the middle of all of the craziness he is the sweetest boy ever. Each morning he wakes up and grabs my face and gives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJQ_yQ5YnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E7UazXYjMoA/s1600-h/Jan-Mar+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260856371476783730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJQ_yQ5YnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E7UazXYjMoA/s200/Jan-Mar+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me a kiss. I love to just cuddle with him(when he lets me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nicknames: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJTDy-gjRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HLV12gVtYj4/s1600-h/sept-dec+2007+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260858639410826514" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJTDy-gjRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HLV12gVtYj4/s200/sept-dec+2007+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;His favorite things are: Playing with his cars, trucks, balls, animals and reading books. Everyday he dumps out the bin of balls and plays "b-ball". He loves to go outside and ride his bike or swing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJQcKzxx-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/i6ZbXfdXTnA/s1600-h/March-May+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260855759590246370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJQcKzxx-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/i6ZbXfdXTnA/s200/March-May+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves to climb and is always getting into something.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite food: He is a very picky eater. He likes grapes, yogurt, mac &amp;amp; cheese, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ramen&lt;/span&gt; noodles, rice(sometimes), banana's, any kind of fruit really, green beans, anything sweet, chips pretty much any kind of junk food. He LOVES milk, he would drink it all day long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite movies/cartoons: Polar Express, Toy Story 1 &amp;amp; 2, Cars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;, Diego, Dora, &amp;amp; Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Einsteins&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;Favorite words/or words he knows: "Oh, Great", "Oh, Mommy"(or Daddy, or Hailee), "I will", "sit down", "b-ball", "Look". He has been talking more lately just saying one word, but the words he uses the most are "Oh, Great" which is used for everything. He may not talk much but he understands everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJOG8WolTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wsMI_1v_mVI/s1600-h/Sept.+-Oct+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260853195909403954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJOG8WolTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wsMI_1v_mVI/s200/Sept.+-Oct+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so blessed to have this little boy in our family, he brings so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; and joy to our family. He is such a sweet little boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-89109584198315068?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/89109584198315068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=89109584198315068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/89109584198315068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/89109584198315068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/10/johnathan-turns-2.html' title='Johnathan turns 2!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SQJGjZoq8LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/m7vqNvq6AN0/s72-c/pictures+565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6055497227221377576</id><published>2008-10-18T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:06:47.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling much better!</title><content type='html'>Finally the morning sickness is gone.  I have also come to accept that I can't wear my normal clothes anymore as the other day I was just simply wearing a  t-shirt and Hailee told me that it was too small for me.  I have been trying to still fit into some of my shirts even if they are tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind wearing maternity clothes but I have one problem all my maternity clothes from my other 2 pregnancies are all too big.  I guess I should be happy and find joy in the fact that I have dropped about 2 sizes since my last pregnancies.  But that is my problem I have a hard time going out and spending the money to buy more maternity clothes that are 1- too expensive and 2- I am only going to wear them for 5 more months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I lost some weight but not happy cause now I have to buy more clothes!!  I have been wearing some of my maternity clothes out of desperation, but I just look like I am wearing a tent!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well I guess I could find other things to worry about than maternity clothes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6055497227221377576?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6055497227221377576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6055497227221377576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6055497227221377576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6055497227221377576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-much-better.html' title='Feeling much better!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2104415214327830187</id><published>2008-09-22T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:49:47.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Prince!</title><content type='html'>So the last month or so we have had many conversations with Hailee about her being a Princess and finding a Prince.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when she saw some wedding pictures of Adam and I, kissing and as she puts it turning into a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;In her simple little mind she thinks when you get married you have to first find a Prince then you kiss and then you can turn into a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;She can't wait until she can find a Prince, Kiss and turn into a real Princess.&lt;br /&gt;So she has been trying to find a prince ever since then. She first wanted to know if Johnathan could be her prince, I said no, he is your brother. So then she said&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" I have a great idea, how about Spencer Savannah's brother. "&lt;/span&gt; I laughed, and said okay thinking she would forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 weeks later we went visiting teaching with Savannah's Mom and Hailee wispers in my ear&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;," don't for get to tell Savannah's Mom that I want Spencer to be my Prince."&lt;/span&gt; I again just laughed and said okay.&lt;br /&gt;Well since that day she has been talking non-stop about it, she draws pictures about her turning into a Princess and Spencer as a Prince.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after church she was again talking about it, so we dove into this conversation with her. We told her that Spencer was just a baby and she was a big girl. She replied&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" he will get big enough and be a prince."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We left it at that. Then about an hour later she said that Tucker (her cousin) could be her prince. Again we said no only boys that are your friends could be your Prince. So then she starts thinking of boys that she knew, we said Tucker (Ella's brother) could be your Prince and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"maybe, but I will ask my tummy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She later came up and said, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"my tummy tells me that it still wants Spencer to be my Prince!"&lt;/span&gt; ( her tummy tells her everything, when it is time for bed, what to eat, what to drink, everything and it is never wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;(So sorry Kristy but it sounds like we have an arranged marriage!!)&lt;br /&gt;Kids are just too funny.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way she has decided on who Johnathan's Princess will be, our neighbor who is 8!! Her "tummy" told her that to!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2104415214327830187?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2104415214327830187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2104415214327830187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2104415214327830187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2104415214327830187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/finding-prince.html' title='Finding a Prince!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2762666942734505440</id><published>2008-09-15T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:08:15.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Johnathan can be a sweet boy, this is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of those moments when they were playing so nice together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7bqkGLtZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gh8rRug3LVI/s1600-h/July+-+Sept.+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372140223804818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7bqkGLtZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gh8rRug3LVI/s200/July+-+Sept.+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7bq0dzk6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/H7tOWBhkcss/s1600-h/July+-+Sept.+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372144617853858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7bq0dzk6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/H7tOWBhkcss/s200/July+-+Sept.+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to climb on pretty much anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7brKRzJmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tUTW4Wvh_sI/s1600-h/July+-+Sept.+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372150473074274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7brKRzJmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tUTW4Wvh_sI/s200/July+-+Sept.+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hailee's favorite place to hide, she actually fell asleep in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7brf_mBpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cs2Ya3nMQrY/s1600-h/July+-+Sept.+2008+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372156302296722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7brf_mBpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cs2Ya3nMQrY/s200/July+-+Sept.+2008+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2762666942734505440?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2762666942734505440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2762666942734505440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2762666942734505440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2762666942734505440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/johnathan-can-be-sweet-boy-this-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SM7bqkGLtZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gh8rRug3LVI/s72-c/July+-+Sept.+2008+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-8209350596923615322</id><published>2008-09-15T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:54:18.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>What do you do with a little boy who is pretty much (as Hailee would say) "Out of control".&lt;br /&gt;I am of course speaking of my very active little boy Johnathan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mervyns&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;, (first mistake) and try to find some clothes for me and the kids ( second mistake).   So I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mervyns&lt;/span&gt; and loaded the kids up in the stroller.  Every thing was going good, then we got into the store, and Johnathan starts screaming at the top of his lungs.  You would of thought I was beating him.  So I thought I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt; him screaming and try to shop, cause I know he just wants out of the stroller. I thought I am going to win.  HA, HA, HA!!  After several dirty looks, Johnathan won.  Yes of course I could of taken this child outside until he stopped screaming but, this child is not normal, and that course of action would not of worked.&lt;br /&gt; Anyways I let him out of the stroller (third mistake).&lt;br /&gt;So I gave them some crackers and hoped that it had bought me some time to do a quick look around the store.  Then as I was looking for Hailee some clothes and Johnathan looks at me smiles and then takes off.  This child has no fear what so ever.  I grab my purse from under the stroller and then ditch the stroller and begin looking for him.  Luckily I find him by the shoes.  He stops and looks at me with his little grin.  Me knowing that as soon as I move a foot he will  run.  So in my mind I am thinking of what to do, I am too far away to try and out run him.  So I move and he takes off, thankfully he falls down and Hailee grabs him.  We then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; leave the store.   When we got to the car Hailee looks at him and says, "You are out of control"!&lt;br /&gt; I guess I should not have let him out of the stroller, but you have to know Johnathan and he is one smart and special little boy.  Plus I really wanted to go shopping, which in the end was not accomplished, so he still won!! Oh, well at least he gave me something to write about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-8209350596923615322?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8209350596923615322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8209350596923615322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8209350596923615322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8209350596923615322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6399646540661746403</id><published>2008-09-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:41:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Date!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we went to the Doctor today for a sonogram. I had hoped that I would be farther along and hoping that the nausea would be over soon, but no. I am only 8 weeks along. So I still have about a month of nausea. Yuck! I  don't mind the being pregnant, I just don't like the morning sickness&lt;br /&gt;(or I should say the all day sickness), and the being tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;My due date is April 15. It was nice to see the heart beat, cause now it feels more real that I am pregnant. I was finally excited today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6399646540661746403?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6399646540661746403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6399646540661746403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6399646540661746403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6399646540661746403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/due-date.html' title='Due Date!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6037222737723111080</id><published>2008-08-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:01:09.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailee and Johnathan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just and update on the Kids and what they have been up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hailee, aka the INFORMER&lt;/span&gt;, has been busy keeping track of her little brother ( who as she says gets into everything). The life of an informer can been busy especially when you have a brother like Johnathan. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SLmYI4FBGCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4yDsziX_6JU/s1600-h/July+-+Sept.+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240386919682086946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SLmYI4FBGCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4yDsziX_6JU/s200/July+-+Sept.+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Hailee had a lovely conversation with me, it started out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailee: Oh, my world, Mom, look your heart came out of your chest.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What&lt;br /&gt;Hailee: Your heart( as she is pointing to my heart necklace)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It didn't come out of my chest, it was just under my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Hailee: Mom, are you going to the hospital yet.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: For what&lt;br /&gt;Hailee: To get the baby&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No the baby is still too small&lt;br /&gt;Hailee: Well just eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of food so you will get big.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: But the baby has to get big too&lt;br /&gt;Hailee: Fine then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailee has been using her imagination more she loves to play house and church. I love to just sit and listen to her play!! She is growing up too fast. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SLmYb6ZsM5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jUBw03rVYAU/s1600-h/July+-+Sept.+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240387246723183506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SLmYb6ZsM5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jUBw03rVYAU/s200/July+-+Sept.+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Johnathan-&lt;/span&gt; well keeps me busy. He has so much energy. He just goes to one thing after another, usually never just sits still. The other day Johnathan took Hailee's water bottle and started to squirt water everywhere (I know this because of our informer). So I go into the play room where he is in the closet dumping water, I walk up to him and say nothing, he turns around and hands me the water bottle and says "your welcome" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is quiet you know he is getting into or breaking something!!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I came home from picking up Adam and grocery shopping. Johnathan was outside playing while I was unloading the car. After I was done I went to get the mail and saw Johnathan go inside. So I went inside and locked the door. I proceeded to put groceries away. About 5 min. went by and I realized it was much too quiet. I asked Hailee where Johnathan was, she said he was outside. So, I opened the door and sure enough there he was out front. Thankfully he didn't run away or something!! That boy sure is sneaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6037222737723111080?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6037222737723111080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6037222737723111080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6037222737723111080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6037222737723111080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/08/hailee-and-johnathan.html' title='Hailee and Johnathan!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SLmYI4FBGCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4yDsziX_6JU/s72-c/July+-+Sept.+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-2951359654510778366</id><published>2008-08-26T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:37:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked!!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I had a doctors appointment to run some tests as I was having surgery that Friday.  So they drew some blood and then came back in, I figured something was wrong.  Well, something was wrong alright, the nurse told me that I can't have surgery.  She then proceeded to tell me why.  She said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are pregnant&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I then said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What!!&lt;/span&gt;  I was in complete shock as I had no idea.  I couldn't believe it, I wasn't suppose to be able to get pregnant. The doctor was even&lt;br /&gt;shocked. I left the doctors office to surprise Adam at work and share the news with him. He was a little more excited then I was, i think I was still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Almost 2 months ago I was given a blessing and told that I would be able to have a healthy pregnancy, but I didn't think it would happen this soon as my condition had worsen since my blessing.  I know that this pregnancy is a blessing from Heavenly Father .  So in that sense in makes adjusting to this news a little easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So normally when we find out we are pregnant we usually wait to tell people for a while, but in this case we couldn't.  So many people knew I was having surgery and they would want to know how things went,  so we were forced to spread the good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; a little bummed&lt;/span&gt; that I wasn't having surgery, that would mean I wasn't going to get pampered all weekend and have a reason to sleep and not have to do my normal chores!!  Oh, well I told Adam that he has 9 months to make up for it!!  I am not too worried about that, cause he does a good job at taking care of me while I am pregnant.  I get really sick and he will always  make sure dinner is taken care of.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is too good to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-2951359654510778366?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2951359654510778366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=2951359654510778366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2951359654510778366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/2951359654510778366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/08/shocked.html' title='Shocked!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1782185815720603540</id><published>2008-08-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:40:45.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting ways!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This past week I parted ways with my really, really old and smelly sink that was covered in paint. I was actually afraid to put dirty dishes into this sink. I would sanitize this sink everyday, but it never looked or smelled clean. This sink leaked all the time and when you would use the garbage disposal the whole sink and window would shake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been begging for a new sink since we moved in and finally I have one. We also got a new garbage disposal. Adam did a wonderful job putting it in! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thank you Sweety!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am not scared to put dishes in the sink anymore. I love to just look at it!! The garbage disposal is so quiet you don't even know it is on. I was so happy to watch my old sink get taken away by the garbage truck. Now my kitchen is almost done, hopefully someday it will be complete. But I am content on waiting a little longer now that I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;a new sink!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SJngsYtQY0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pKfMWHDAxMM/s1600-h/july-aug+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231459495318676290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SJngsYtQY0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pKfMWHDAxMM/s320/july-aug+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1782185815720603540?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1782185815720603540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1782185815720603540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1782185815720603540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1782185815720603540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/08/parting-ways.html' title='Parting ways!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SJngsYtQY0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/pKfMWHDAxMM/s72-c/july-aug+2008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1563779901996900686</id><published>2008-08-05T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:46:01.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend out of the Heat!!</title><content type='html'>On Friday we drove up to Eager, because Josh ( my nephew) was being set apart for his mission. It was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get away and out of the heat. Although those who lived in Eager thought it was hot, which it was in the low 90's. Adam and I thought it was nice. Cindy and Sean have their own little farm and the kids&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; watching and feeding the animals. It was nice to watch the kids play and&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we were at the church waiting for Josh to get set apart and we saw this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;huge frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It looked fake. We were having fun watching Hayden chase this frog. After the setting apart Kristi and Chelsey  wanted to catch this frog and bring it back to the house and show the kids. So in the rain they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; this huge frog in a box. Some of the kids were scared of it but Sam who is almost 4 was able to catch it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was so funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Johnathan was right there behind him trying to get the frog. Of course I didn't have my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun being with family, we even got rain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1563779901996900686?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1563779901996900686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1563779901996900686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1563779901996900686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1563779901996900686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-out-of-heat.html' title='Weekend out of the Heat!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-7411617553936972312</id><published>2008-07-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:09:48.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull moment!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know if it is just my little wild boy or if all boys are as wild and out of control as mine. So Johnathan keeps me busy. The other day he for no apparent reason takes his cup and throws it at Hailee. Off course he actually can throw pretty good and hard and nails her upside the head. He climbs onto everything and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt; to jump, which usually results in him getting hurt. I have lost count on how many times he has fallen and hit his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were at the bank a couple of weeks ago and I was waiting outside with Johnathan. He was playing in the rocks when he decided to get a little to close to the road. He was standing on the curb and watching to see what I would do. I wasn't close enough to run and catch cause as soon as I moved I knew he would dart off into the street. So I stood and told him to stop and come here. He refused so I slowly picked up my foot and he grinned and darted off into the street, at the same time a car came around the corner. Thankfully the car saw him and stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today I came home from work and put on a movie for the kids so I could go water the plants. I went outside and Hailee and Johnathan were peacefully watching a movie. I was gone maybe 2-3 min. and came inside to Hailee sobbing. I asked her what was wrong and she said "Johnathan got a really big knife and was chasing me, I ran into my room." so I asked where is the knife and she said he put it back. So I go to the drawer and sure enough my silverware is moved and the very big and sharp knives were moved.  Hailee was so scared, it took a while to console her.  Again thankfully no one was hurt. The whole rest of the day Hailee kept on telling me she was scared of Johnathan and she doesn't want him to get anymore big knives. Hopefully she isn't scared for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could go on with more stories of our wild little boy who at times is very cuddly and sweet.  When he wants to be he will love on you and will be nice, but then other times he is out of control.  So maybe he is just being a boy!! We are blessed and lucky that we have not had any trips to the ER or urgent care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-7411617553936972312?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7411617553936972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=7411617553936972312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/7411617553936972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/7411617553936972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a dull moment!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-6944373705415926413</id><published>2008-07-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:10:02.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids!!</title><content type='html'>So just a little update of the last couple of weeks. We got a new A/C, which is wonderful. I didn't know an A/C was suppose to actually blow out cold air. We set the temperature to 80 and I actually get cold. I am so thankful for an A/C unit. We have been trying to grow grass in our front yard all summer but haven't been able to get anything to grow, so we gave up. Our neighbor said he had some extra sod that he would sell to us so we decided to do it. It looks so nice, much better than looking at dead grass. We have enjoyed the rainy days and nights. Hailee loves to see the waterfall coming from our roof. She started asking where the rain came from, so I proceeded to tell her but after so many questions of why and how, I told her to go ask her Dad. He simply told her it comes from Heavenly Father. She said " Oh" and ran of to play. I guess I should of said that from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday night I was cutting Adam's hair and Hailee was teasing Johnathan and screaming and yelling, so after many chances she got put in timeout on the couch. I then started to clean up all the hair and then the phone rang, so I was talking on the phone and realized I didn't hear Hailee so I looked and saw here asleep on the couch. I thought oh how cute she was all curled up. Didn't think anything of it. Adam, Johnathan and I were our bedroom playing when it dawned on me I put her in timeout. It had been almost 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. I felt so bad. So I go to get her and she wasn't asleep like I thought. I asked her if she was sleeping and she said "I was trying to sleep cause you forgot to come talk to me". Talk about a low point. I felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SICjO7zp69I/AAAAAAAAADI/Yfw7mhNVD1c/s1600-h/july-aug+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224355044717620178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SICjO7zp69I/AAAAAAAAADI/Yfw7mhNVD1c/s200/july-aug+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were outside watering the grass, I then hear crying and OH, NO!! I go to see want happened and find Johnathan covered in dirty car oil and the rest all over the carport. Adam came over and we had a good laugh. We strip Johnathan down(which thankful is all he had on was a diaper) and started to try to wash off the oil, it took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of soap but it came off. We now have a huge stain and little oil footprints all over the carport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SICjPWmX9BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ooZeDL4lQZc/s1600-h/july-aug+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224355051909674002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SICjPWmX9BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ooZeDL4lQZc/s200/july-aug+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids sure do make life exciting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-6944373705415926413?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6944373705415926413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=6944373705415926413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6944373705415926413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/6944373705415926413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids.html' title='Kids!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SICjO7zp69I/AAAAAAAAADI/Yfw7mhNVD1c/s72-c/july-aug+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-4493054545020987463</id><published>2008-07-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:55:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvqreEdMQI/AAAAAAAAACk/senEvjfZY90/s1600-h/Family+vacation+2008+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218522625765880066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvqreEdMQI/AAAAAAAAACk/senEvjfZY90/s200/Family+vacation+2008+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailee loved the tea cups Johnathan and I didn't care for them, we got sick.  Hailee was working so hard in trying to make it go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvp96ww-NI/AAAAAAAAACY/pWNRBwVtzXc/s1600-h/Family+vacation+2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218521843193936082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvp96ww-NI/AAAAAAAAACY/pWNRBwVtzXc/s200/Family+vacation+2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-4493054545020987463?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4493054545020987463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=4493054545020987463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4493054545020987463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/4493054545020987463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/07/hailee-loved-tea-cups-johnathan-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvqreEdMQI/AAAAAAAAACk/senEvjfZY90/s72-c/Family+vacation+2008+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-8666662083203237462</id><published>2008-07-02T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:48:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvoa6EyTfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tU8Z8vlZNrk/s1600-h/Family+vacation+2008+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218520142202424818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvoa6EyTfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tU8Z8vlZNrk/s200/Family+vacation+2008+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvSaJv-XAI/AAAAAAAAACA/KKo0nbncM6I/s1600-h/Family+vacation+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218495939974421506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvSaJv-XAI/AAAAAAAAACA/KKo0nbncM6I/s200/Family+vacation+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hailee talking on her cell phone, she was so excited to see the castle that she had to call someone. Adam and the kids with Mickey Mouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-8666662083203237462?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8666662083203237462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=8666662083203237462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8666662083203237462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/8666662083203237462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/07/hailee-talking-on-her-cell-phone-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7I5kbtnoGhI/SGvoa6EyTfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/tU8Z8vlZNrk/s72-c/Family+vacation+2008+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-19560049423449903</id><published>2008-07-01T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:57:58.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We took the kids to Disneyland for the first time!! We had so much fun. Hailee was so excited to see all of the characters. She had some birthday money that she could spend on whatever she wanted. She wanted to get her face painted and hair down like a Princess. We enjoyed just walking around and shopping and looking at everything, then at night we would ride some rides. It was so fun to see the kids get so excited. After Disneyland we went to the beach as Hailee was begging to see the beach. So we drove about 30 miles to the beach got their with our blanket, toys, cooler, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunscreen&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; towels and got everything set up. Hailee was so excited, went down by the water and Johnathan was terrified of the water and Hailee lots her excitement after the waves came and knocked her down. So we waited for them to get used to the water, but after about an hour they had enough. Adam &amp;amp; I loved the beach but the kids wanted to leave. Hailee did however have fun collecting some sea shells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-19560049423449903?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/19560049423449903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=19560049423449903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/19560049423449903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/19560049423449903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-vacation.html' title='Our Vacation!!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8512453541406572903.post-1679354924803102846</id><published>2008-06-30T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:50:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rookie Blogger!</title><content type='html'>I am new to this blogging thing but I thought I would give it a try in hopes of keeping memories not forgotten. So I am attempting to create a blog, really don't know what I am doing, oh, well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8512453541406572903-1679354924803102846?l=akhmurillo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1679354924803102846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8512453541406572903&amp;postID=1679354924803102846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1679354924803102846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8512453541406572903/posts/default/1679354924803102846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akhmurillo.blogspot.com/2008/06/rookie-bolgger.html' title='Rookie Blogger!'/><author><name>Kim and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12638281880484073771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
