<?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-2472236744314632024</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:34:24.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 joys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-3144646043091873345</id><published>2009-11-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:57:12.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommitted...</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that I cannot believe it has been about NINE months since my last update. Time has gone by way too fast. With this time, my children have gotten older, I have not gotten younger, and there has been so many life lessons that have been learned and I haven't recorded them. Nine months ago I also set up 5 additional blogs in my children's names, in an attempt to write them a monthly letter. The plan was to have these blogs as an additional record of their lives, and this has still not happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all of that being said, I am going to recommit! I have realized that my life is best lived simply, and I do not need to upload a photo to make a post. I know that if I put 10 % of the effort into this blog that I do to read all the status updates on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I would be doing just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was originally created to share our lives with friends and family that live across the world, so i need to get back to that... sharing our lives with them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-3144646043091873345?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/3144646043091873345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=3144646043091873345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/3144646043091873345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/3144646043091873345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2009/11/recommitted.html' title='Recommitted...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-8967663685721858460</id><published>2009-02-07T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:40:16.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be tagged! Sweet! :) Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:I was getting ready to turn 12 and become a beehive.&lt;br /&gt;2: I was in 7th grade, while my hubby was on his second year of his mission.&lt;br /&gt;3: Went on my first road trip with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I was pregnant with my first child.&lt;br /&gt;2: Working in my first paying job as a massage therapist.&lt;br /&gt;3: Helping my husband look for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Interviewing for random jobs around the country.&lt;br /&gt;2: Discovered Ethan had Lyme Disease.&lt;br /&gt;3: Had recently lost 40 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I had 4 children. The youngest was 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;2: I received a fabulous Valentine's present from my hubby. A vintage silver band.&lt;br /&gt;3: Preparing myself to leave some of the best friends I have ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: We had just been approved for our SBA loan so we could open our business.&lt;br /&gt;2: Lol! I was recovering from a foot injury. Actually a toe injury.&lt;br /&gt;3: I was training for my half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year so far......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: My family has moved from Bountiful to West Jordan, UT.&lt;br /&gt;2: I had a hysterectomy.&lt;br /&gt;3: I have been tested for meningitis, ending up with a leak, and a full week of hell recovering from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday......&lt;br /&gt;1: Held Megan all day.&lt;br /&gt;2: Put makeup on for the first time in a week.&lt;br /&gt;3: Washed 2 loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.........&lt;br /&gt;1: Held Megan, my sick baby.&lt;br /&gt;2: Posted on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;3: Eaten 2 Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Stake Conference.&lt;br /&gt;2: Fold laundry.&lt;br /&gt;3: Mentally prepare for the upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Next Year.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Our business is going to be self sustaining.&lt;br /&gt;2: I will get my new home in order and PAINTED!&lt;br /&gt;3: Run a FULL Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Catharina, Melissa, and Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1500452934968534301"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-8967663685721858460?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/8967663685721858460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=8967663685721858460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/8967663685721858460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/8967663685721858460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-5283368023791410558</id><published>2009-02-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:53:58.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Baby...</title><content type='html'>Megan has been really sick this last week. She has had a consistent fever of about 101, that didn't seem to break forever. I spent 2 full days sitting on my bed with her. I was able to catch up on a lot of TV, not by choice, but a necessity to rid myself of absolute boredom. Your toosh can only tolerate sitting for so long, so the bed was where we ended up. She could hardly breathe she was so congested. Thus sleeping was a difficulty and only accomplished by me either holding her, or laying next to her, touching her. As a mom, you know you are talented, but i didn't realize how talented i was until I was able to shower WHILE holding her. This included shaving my legs (sounds selfish, but I had to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one random moment it hits you. They NEED you, like the air they breathe, when they are sick. They are so helpless. They depend on you for every thing that they need. And for one brief moment, I am able to take in that it doesn't matter what I am wearing, how big my waistline is, or even if I have brushed my teeth that day... she loves me for what I am to her. Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-5283368023791410558?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/5283368023791410558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=5283368023791410558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5283368023791410558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5283368023791410558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-baby.html' title='Sick Baby...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-6951563902712333672</id><published>2009-01-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:33:55.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Moved!</title><content type='html'>Oh, the wait is over! After a very long, very stressful time, we have moved. It had to be the roughest move ever! See, we made an offer on a home that was in the middle of the building process. When we made the offer, we had our own home to sell. The selling agent made it very clear that he didn't think anything was going to turn out in our favor and we were going to lose our earnest money. I can safely say this man was trying to tank the deal...no questions asked. But after a very long fight, we were able to close on January 5th, and moved on the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE our new ward. Lots of Kudos to the leadership here. We had 12 men come and help us unload two 26 foot U-Haul trucks. It took them only an hour! And on Sunday, they all remembered our names! (I sure didn't, but I am working on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of the house soon. I just need to get all the unpacking done. I love the new kitchen. It is really big. And for those of you who know me...I am really exciteed to get some painting and decorating done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-6951563902712333672?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/6951563902712333672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=6951563902712333672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/6951563902712333672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/6951563902712333672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2009/01/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-5654700694790200447</id><published>2008-12-18T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:27:07.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neeltje's Goose Egg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUswe9jGVpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XSQFF8lUeH4/s1600-h/bump-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281368296498026130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUswe9jGVpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XSQFF8lUeH4/s400/bump-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUswZKp3ASI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MpqRaZASVz8/s1600-h/bump-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281368196936827170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUswZKp3ASI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MpqRaZASVz8/s400/bump-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way Neeltje actually received this bump on her forehead is really funny. I know it is always funnier when you are there, but I will try to explain the best I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was getting ready to go out for the night on a date with my hubby when I hear a blood curddling scream! With my kids, I naturally assumed it was the result of 2 children fighting and waited for the culprit to come and tattle about the going on's. It was Neeltje who appeared in the bathroom doorway and she was crying. Her hair was hanging in her face the way it always does, because she can't leave her ponytails in to save her life. When I finally got her calmed down, this is what she explained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a sectional couch. She was standing in the 90 degree angle up on the back of the couch. What a great place to jump from, naturally. So she did. She was trying to jump to the arm rest. When she landed on the couch cushion, it was springy enough to launch her into the air and over the armrest. She landed head first in a basket that holds all of our Nintendo Gaming Systems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't understand for the longest time what she was so upset about until she was talking to me and used her arm to brush her hair out of her face, and then I saw it! A bright purple goose egg on her forehead. She wanted to see it and when she looked in the mirror, she started to scream worse then she had when she received it!&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/2472236744314632024-5654700694790200447?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/5654700694790200447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=5654700694790200447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5654700694790200447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5654700694790200447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/neeltjes-goose-egg.html' title='Neeltje&apos;s Goose Egg..'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUswe9jGVpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XSQFF8lUeH4/s72-c/bump-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-8338343020922998068</id><published>2008-12-18T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:32:53.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School pictures...</title><content type='html'>I hate to sound so negative, but I detest school pictures. You pay so much money for less than mediochre pictures. They send the kids to recess and then take their pictures...I have received our fair share of horrid pictures, so I stopped buying them. I just do them up that day, (so their yearbook looks okay) and I take a picture of them myself and photoshop it. I had a difficult time with my new camera as I am still getting used to it (red-eye), so i turned them to B &amp;amp; W. Ethan is at that awkward age where he is figuring out what it means to "be natural" so his looks funny, but Aunna and Neeltje look as cute as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360546513700514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUspb2m2RqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rdw7AE3_J64/s400/Ethan+school+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360609235593794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUspfgQ6akI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9u7o4xiceJs/s400/Aunna+school+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281369847996184546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUsx5RVFd-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_g-LEn8UtdY/s400/neeltje.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-8338343020922998068?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/8338343020922998068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=8338343020922998068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/8338343020922998068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/8338343020922998068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-pictures.html' title='School pictures...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUspb2m2RqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rdw7AE3_J64/s72-c/Ethan+school+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-7801680043399134349</id><published>2008-12-10T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:28:17.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>In July of 2006 Todd and I bought a home in Bountiful, UT. This home was great structurally, but aesthetically...not so much. We have 2 and a half years into this remodel and we are pretty pleased with the results. I am searching for the photos I have of the "before" for the kitchen and front room. Hopefully I can find them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Bath: Not much needed except a new coat of paint, light fixture, and shower curtain and rod. The last color was peach...not exactly my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBtJ170kQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F9fK9zYC4os/s1600-h/main+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338779142459650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBtJ170kQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F9fK9zYC4os/s400/main+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Master Bed: I didn't take a picture of the old master and I should of. It was priceless. A half wall of the 80's floral mint green, rose, and light blue wall paper. A nice popcorn ceiling (asbestos), and holes everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBsxC9zcbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/deQN31xHg38/s1600-h/MB.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338353143706034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBsxC9zcbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/deQN31xHg38/s400/MB.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front Room: Yet another room I never took a picture of...but I will try to explain it. See the wall with the bookcases and fireplace. It was all those 70's gold flecked mirrors on the whole wall with a white brick fireplace in the center. My sister and I had a rude awakening when we took the mirrors down to find wood panelling underneath. When that was removed, there was no sheetrock. This room cost 10 times what we planned to spend on it in the long run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBsp5jbZBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vDqcPahNpas/s1600-h/LR-after.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338230358074386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBsp5jbZBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vDqcPahNpas/s400/LR-after.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Bath: No real overhauls here. Just changes the paint from purple to beige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBsdO4MohI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RBJMuXnswk4/s1600-h/bath-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338012744032786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBsdO4MohI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RBJMuXnswk4/s400/bath-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family Room Before: What you cannot see in this photo is the "popcorn" ceiling, 15 yr. old Berber carpet, wood panelling painted white, and a dated stone fireplace that doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278340877613817602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBvD_WYXwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PWKYK32Fzu0/s400/FR-before.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family Room After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278341170217681346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBvVBYlAcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dkSlUgmztWs/s400/FR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a lot, I know. But this photo shows the still needed baseboards, and decor on the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278337275699862658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBryVLLHII/AAAAAAAAAIc/bTyNyaYaYCo/s400/Kitchen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen was the biggest needed update. The old kitchen had a "U" shaped floor plan that brought a cabinet return right through the new island. The cabinets were so low you had to squat down to see people between the ountertop and cabinets. The stove had 2 burners working, and an old yellow oven!&lt;/p&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/2472236744314632024-7801680043399134349?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/7801680043399134349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=7801680043399134349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/7801680043399134349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/7801680043399134349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBtJ170kQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F9fK9zYC4os/s72-c/main+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-3578221250134678624</id><published>2008-12-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:38:23.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan Turns 9!</title><content type='html'>Ethan turned 9 on July 31. It was very unfortunate that at this time I was still on bedrest from my back injury so we postponed his party until a future date. This date ended up being October 11! I know, it is horrible that I am not more on top of things. Here are some pics from his party. We had a lot of fun. They had a contest to see who could blow the biggest bubble and the pictures are pretty funny. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278325091717077250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBgtITT2QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iY0_dwgfybU/s400/Ethan-bd-party.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278324962354506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBglmY3qpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qllHYKIOdnE/s400/aunna-bd-party.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-3578221250134678624?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/3578221250134678624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=3578221250134678624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/3578221250134678624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/3578221250134678624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/ethan-turns-9.html' title='Ethan Turns 9!'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBgtITT2QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iY0_dwgfybU/s72-c/Ethan-bd-party.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-4444863287453051067</id><published>2008-12-10T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:32:58.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN 2008</title><content type='html'>Like most of you know, Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year. This year I wasn't able to fully enjoy it as this hysterectomy has been kicking my hiney. But, at last, here are pictures of the kids. I have the hardest time getting them to pose individually as the call for candy is too great. So here are the group pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278322652866717138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBefK4EpdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WCByfmvVsTE/s400/Halloween-08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left to Right: Patrice (my neighbor) holding Megan a princess. Ethan is Batman, Kiyomi (Patrice's Daughter) is Giselle. Back to the left is Bradley as a Dinosaur, Kelsey (neighbor) a princess, Aunna is a Bride, and Neeltje is a Pink Unicorn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278322787378666306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBem_-OG0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/32fYIcddRaM/s400/halloween2-08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278323188530343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBe-WYO7fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Yxp6DjEeGMk/s400/halloween3-08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-4444863287453051067?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/4444863287453051067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=4444863287453051067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/4444863287453051067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/4444863287453051067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/halloween-2008.html' title='HALLOWEEN 2008'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SUBefK4EpdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WCByfmvVsTE/s72-c/Halloween-08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-8277489471827242044</id><published>2008-12-04T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:05:23.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gorgeous Inside...</title><content type='html'>That is the verbage appearing on top of our realtors sign in the front yard. We felt that putting the traditional "MUST SEE INSIDE" was too demanding, and wanted to put positive subliminal messages into potential buyer's heads.We have been working really hard to get the basement finished, and I can't believe the changes from before to after. I am going to get pictures posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-8277489471827242044?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/8277489471827242044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=8277489471827242044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/8277489471827242044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/8277489471827242044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-gorgeous-inside.html' title='I&apos;m Gorgeous Inside...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-1755663293105209239</id><published>2008-12-04T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:00:49.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running...</title><content type='html'>I have been trying really hard to get my stamina back, so I can "run" again. With all the miles I used to log... 8 laps seems like such a little feat. But to this body, it has been a big deal. I can't believe how much this hysterectomy has robbed me of energy! I can honestly say i wan't prepared for all of this. But, since I want to look on the bright side of things, I have increased my pace since the removal of that organ. I have taken a minute off my mile, and that is a very good feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-1755663293105209239?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/1755663293105209239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=1755663293105209239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/1755663293105209239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/1755663293105209239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/12/running.html' title='Running...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-1626198239642200136</id><published>2008-10-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:08:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Storybook Life... Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If I told you everything that has goine on this year, you wouldn't believe me. I am totally serious... How could so much happen to one family in 10 months? In an attempt to keep you all up to date with our family, I will give a year's re-cap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;January- We turned in all of our hard work for approval. We offered the bank our business plan, the marketing plan, cash flow, net worth, credit applications, etc. for their approval. We also made the offer to lease the space for the business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;February- Signed our life away. We signed personal guarantees that if our business fails, we will somehow have the money to pay back hundreds of thousands of dollars. No biggie, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;March- The headache with the contractor begins. I think I was driving to South Jordan about 4 times a week dealing with construction issues and permits, and working on the licensing... with 3 kids in tow. Oh, and I was training for my half marathon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;April- Still dealing with the contractor. I run my half marathon. TWO WORDS: Stomach virus. Starting at mile 6 I was on a hunt for every stinking port a potty on the way. At mile 10 I took a pit stop in the local 7-11 for about 20 minutes. By mile 12 I couldn't walk or my muscles would seize up. But I did finish! In a measely 3 hours. It took 3 days to recover from dehydration. :o)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;May- We open the doors to Mountain Pointe Physical Therapy on May 5. We are trying to see if we have what it takes to support our family on our dreams. I end up in the ER with 2 rupturing ovarian cysts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;June- I have surgery to remove more cysts on June 4. Still open for business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;July- Back pain. I love being a mom. To the point I would sacrifice myself for my children. And I did. Megan was about to topple down the stairs, when I quicly reached for her, throwing my back out. I dropped to my knees and couldn't move for 45 minutes. It was then that i decided to call Todd and have him come home to help me. 4 days later, I was back in the ER via ambulance because I was having muscle spasms so bad that I couldn't move. After 4 weeks of Lortab and Valium, I was good to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;August- Cellulitis via the Alpine Slide in Park City. I couldn't tell you what happened. All I know is I biffed it on the slide causing an abrasion on my leg...simple really. Until I developed cellulitis, and discovered i was allergic to Neosporin! how many people are allergic to it you may ask? 1 out of 4. Oh, we also celebrated 10 years of marraige. Then i had my hystorectomy the last week of the month, 2 days after the kids went back to school. Pretty huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257181023760545538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SPVCSZEr9wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L2kxzGF3PD4/s400/alpine-Slide.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;September- My incision opens back up and I get sick. Sick to the point that they thought I had viral meningitis. So they did a lumbar puncture. It was negative. The puncture leaked causing those really awesome headaches, which was treated with narcotics and caffeine. Well that didn't work so well as I was getting the rebound headaches. I have tried to block this week out, as I never want to repeat it again! 4 visits to the ER in one week is enough for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;October- we are returning to normal. But I think we are on the prayer roll at church, and the ward missionaries have us on re-activation status since we have been so "active" throughout the summer. Started training for another half marathon...looking forward to it.&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/2472236744314632024-1626198239642200136?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/1626198239642200136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=1626198239642200136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/1626198239642200136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/1626198239642200136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-storybook-life-not.html' title='My Storybook Life... Not!'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SPVCSZEr9wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L2kxzGF3PD4/s72-c/alpine-Slide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-341608825345944474</id><published>2008-10-09T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:41:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Piece of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the Back To School time of year. Life calms down a bit, the older ones are back in school and it means more time to spend with the younger ones. I love this because you get to spend time observing them when it is not to hot, not too cold, and they have the backyard to themselves. Without the hovering fear of the older ones in the way. They have an awe for life and I love to see them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255302787756426370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6WCqtXhII/AAAAAAAAAG8/flvQzH5NYNs/s400/summer1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255303000109564434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6WPByTQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gKjOx7FQbuo/s400/summer2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255303164359270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6WYlqe33I/AAAAAAAAAHM/hW5QHYMJtuw/s400/summer3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255303323486084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6Wh2dRXPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OLutOeLb0g8/s400/summer4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2472236744314632024-341608825345944474?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/341608825345944474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=341608825345944474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/341608825345944474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/341608825345944474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-piece-of-summer.html' title='Little Piece of Summer'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6WCqtXhII/AAAAAAAAAG8/flvQzH5NYNs/s72-c/summer1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-5974310019807587223</id><published>2008-10-09T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:05:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Moments...</title><content type='html'>I have to post this little story, because it is so funny. Our little Bradley will be 4 in January. He is learning and growing, and doing things at a rate that just surprises me. He talks so well, and he is the BIGGEST crack up. He is also in this little defiant stage, and testing the boundaries constantly. Well, just the other night he was in the tub. He wasn't being very nice to his sisters, Neeltje and Megan. I warned him he was going to get out if he couldn't be nice. So finally, out he had to come. I told him to get out, and he looked and me and flatly said and emphatic "No". I told him he had to the count of 3 to get out or he was going to get a spank. He, of course, didn't get out (or this wouldn't be so funny). So as I helped him out of the tub, he had already started crying in preparation for the spank. I went to swat his wet bum and my hand just slid past his body. When Bradly realized that was it, his fake cry went from a stuttered sob, to a giggle. He turned to look at me and said, "Ha! That didn't even hurt mom!". When I asked him if he wanted me to make it hurt he screamed "no!" as he covered his bottom and ran out of the bathroom. I can't believe these little ones and where they come up with what they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-5974310019807587223?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/5974310019807587223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=5974310019807587223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5974310019807587223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5974310019807587223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/10/kid-moments.html' title='Kid Moments...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-5326351184804641846</id><published>2008-10-09T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:58:05.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a picture of me, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6LZIJY_MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AvX1K7XvSCE/s1600-h/bradley.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255291078987807938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6LZIJY_MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AvX1K7XvSCE/s400/bradley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It amazes me how much children love being in front of the camera. The minute is comes out, that is all I hear, until I snap a picture and show them what it looks like. Bradley wanted to pose like this for his photo. He is our little class clown, he makes us laugh so hard.&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/2472236744314632024-5326351184804641846?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/5326351184804641846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=5326351184804641846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5326351184804641846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/5326351184804641846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-picture-of-me-mom.html' title='Take a picture of me, Mom!'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6LZIJY_MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AvX1K7XvSCE/s72-c/bradley.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-2223387651875026239</id><published>2008-10-09T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:50:34.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan gets his Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6KJ9KNTPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZQfKMvH_2iQ/s1600-h/ethans-wolf.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255289718828780786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6KJ9KNTPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZQfKMvH_2iQ/s400/ethans-wolf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan received his wolf the day after my hysterectomy. I was not able to be there, but we did not deprive him of receiving it because he was just so dang excited. This picture just cracks me up! If you look closely you can see him eyeing the badge while his den leader is talking and looking for something else. He has this wicked little smile like he can't wait to get it into his hot little hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-2223387651875026239?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/2223387651875026239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=2223387651875026239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/2223387651875026239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/2223387651875026239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/10/ethan-gets-his-wolf.html' title='Ethan gets his Wolf'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6KJ9KNTPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZQfKMvH_2iQ/s72-c/ethans-wolf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-6733221399615133483</id><published>2008-09-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:26:19.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysteroctomy</title><content type='html'>I know it is not a pretty word, but that is what I had done last week (August 27, 2008). For those of you with faint dispositions, stop reading now. For the rest of you I will tell you why. Yes, I am young, 31 to be exact. That seems really young to be part of the "clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;panty&lt;/span&gt; brigade" but when your body thinks it is normal to create cysts on a regular basis, you haven't much choice. The cyst mentality went so far as to have little cysts inside the tissue of the uterus itself, making my uterus the size of someone 14 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt;. If I can spell it right, the condition is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adenymyosis&lt;/span&gt;, and it creates constant pelvic pain. As I was training for my half-marathon is when I noticed I felt a lot of pain when I ran and then there was intense streams of it throughout the day. The doctor informed me that the benefits of keeping my uterus were just introducing greater chances of uterine cancer. So, I made the decision with Todd and out it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 5 ovarian cysts removed with patches of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/span&gt; on June 4, 2008. During that surgery I was informed that with the c-section performed to deliver Megan, there was a small hole left in the uterus which made it much easier for the tissue to form itself around my ovaries, uterus and ureters. When they removed my uterus through my c- section scar, the doctor made mention of how much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/span&gt; had formed in just 2 months, with more cysts, and a bonus... my bladder had "cemented" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;itself&lt;/span&gt; to the thinning wall of my uterus. Awesome, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am very lucky to have had it removed, I am already feeling much better, but the healing time has been awful. I want to feel better now, is that too much to ask? I feel this has been harder than any of my c-sections, and I guess it is because I don't have the euphoria of a newborn to mask my pain. Funny how that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-6733221399615133483?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/6733221399615133483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=6733221399615133483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/6733221399615133483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/6733221399615133483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/09/hysteroctomy.html' title='Hysteroctomy'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-3007321700258472613</id><published>2008-08-14T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:16:41.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Our Hardwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKSfP2sfD4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5B0gGtcZpUo/s1600-h/portrait+business+card2_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483761640312706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKSfP2sfD4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5B0gGtcZpUo/s400/portrait+business+card2_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKSfGPCmztI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HcJCL6Q9Q8M/s1600-h/portrait+business+card2_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a small representation of all the hard work we have put in timewise in the last 12 months. This is a copy of Todd's business card, with logo. But this is just a portion of what we have been doing. Business plans, contractors, planning, decorating, SBA loans, equipment leases, etc. While we were in the heart of our plans, Bradley would walk around the house like he was on the phone and pretend to be talking to someone and I would hear him say "uh huh, okay, bye..." then he would press the flash button on the phone and say "hello?", and say "just a sec..." and hit the flash. Wow!! Talk about mimicing what they see. But it is done and we are open for business. I will post pictures soon of the clinic and the inside as it turned out great.&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/2472236744314632024-3007321700258472613?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/3007321700258472613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=3007321700258472613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/3007321700258472613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/3007321700258472613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-our-hardwork.html' title='All Our Hardwork'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKSfP2sfD4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5B0gGtcZpUo/s72-c/portrait+business+card2_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-881157981512875793</id><published>2008-08-13T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:38:35.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPSbLJX4NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BHNYjzgjZTM/s1600-h/Meganbeach_BW2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234258556225052882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPSbLJX4NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BHNYjzgjZTM/s320/Meganbeach_BW2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our 5th little cutie! She is getting so big and I couldn't help myself as I snapped this picture with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; current favorite face. She gets that big"oh!" expression everytime she does anything. And I really do mean that.&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/2472236744314632024-881157981512875793?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/881157981512875793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=881157981512875793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/881157981512875793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/881157981512875793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/08/megan.html' title='MEGAN'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPSbLJX4NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BHNYjzgjZTM/s72-c/Meganbeach_BW2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-4182688227292062497</id><published>2008-08-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:36:03.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Myself Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPRZqOJXeI/AAAAAAAAADw/PiDocFRZgtM/s1600-h/Meganbeach_BW2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPQNy1cH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/JaVcHyK2i_c/s1600-h/daddyandbradley.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234256127337439186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPQNy1cH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/JaVcHyK2i_c/s320/daddyandbradley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life has been so, so busy for us this past year. I cannot believe the happenings! My daughter Megan has had her first birthday today and I am thinking of all that has taken place. I have lost myself in the bringing about of Todd's physical therapy clinic, recovering from Megan's pregnancy, actually opening the clinic, surgery...and so much more that cannot be put into text. As I enjoyed myself with family and friends I found myself becoming interested again in things I found joy in. Scrapbooking for instance. I found myself taking pictures for the albums, and it has been a long time since i have done that.&lt;br /&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/2472236744314632024-4182688227292062497?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/4182688227292062497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=4182688227292062497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/4182688227292062497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/4182688227292062497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-myself-back.html' title='Getting Myself Back...'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPQNy1cH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/JaVcHyK2i_c/s72-c/daddyandbradley.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-912317992419658643</id><published>2008-08-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:10:17.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPJ_ztknWI/AAAAAAAAADI/Gjr6fia-MO4/s1600-h/landscapegsl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234249289984941410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPJ_ztknWI/AAAAAAAAADI/Gjr6fia-MO4/s320/landscapegsl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, I have lived in UT for a majority of my life and I had &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; been to the Great Salt Lake! IT was our visiting friends that brought us to this great lake and I could not believe how much fun it was for my kids and for me to watch them explore their surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234247707887463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPIjt8I7WI/AAAAAAAAACw/vTsprz8zg50/s320/ethanbeach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan absolutely loved it! I have to say when we went out there we weren't prepared for the kids to actually get in the water. But, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! all of my kids are just like me, keeping them out of the water with or without swimsuits is like asking a fish to stay out of the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234248320630599378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPJHYlfLtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ny6vGRi2uRo/s320/aunnabeach.gif" border="0" /&gt;Aunna is becoming quite the little devil. I caught this picture right as I got to the edge of the water and she was soaking wet. She is smiling because she didn't even ask if she could go in, she just dived right in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234249673990143330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPKWKPi_WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WZjImympF2g/s320/neeltjebeach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neeltje had soo much fun "flying". She couldn't believe she was floating in the water without any effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234250142960904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPKxdS46XI/AAAAAAAAADY/KcU1wdckcBQ/s320/bradleybeach.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time I located Bradley among all the tourists he was so far out into the knee deep water, even my digital zoom didn't capture him very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234250651239224978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPLPCx4lpI/AAAAAAAAADg/aQa-GONLGzw/s320/meganbeach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan was so cute to watch as she was very busy discovering... everything! Water, sand, and the salt! she couldn't get enough of the flavor of the water, she kept licking her hands! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2472236744314632024-912317992419658643?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/912317992419658643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=912317992419658643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/912317992419658643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/912317992419658643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-salt-lake.html' title='The Great Salt Lake'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPJ_ztknWI/AAAAAAAAADI/Gjr6fia-MO4/s72-c/landscapegsl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472236744314632024.post-7561756682627639355</id><published>2007-11-02T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:50.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPvQQT7aeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kNeGNyPhB_E/s1600-h/group-halloween.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234290254470146530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPvQQT7aeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kNeGNyPhB_E/s400/group-halloween.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween-We had a visitor for this picture, one of Aunna's friends went with us. From Left to right is Bradley as Tigger, Kiyomi as Belle, Aunna also as Belle, Neeltje is a fairy, and Ethan was Captain Jack Sparrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/Rzexjhm3gnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ydqWw5Gk2Cg/s1600-h/group-halloween.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In case you aren't aware, Halloween is my most favorite holiday of the year. i don't know why, but I love it, and I enjoy every aspect of it. Until this year, I have never been successful in capturing pictures of the evening, as my children are a bit difficult to control at times. This year was no different- I think i just put up a bigger fight! These pictures aren't great, as posing is not in the vocabularies of these delightful kiddos. But it is the best i could do with what i have to work with. Or camera is in deserate need of being replaced but until then you are going to have to live with the red eyes and stuff... until I figure it out in photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2472236744314632024-7561756682627639355?l=aprilschmidt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/feeds/7561756682627639355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2472236744314632024&amp;postID=7561756682627639355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/7561756682627639355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2472236744314632024/posts/default/7561756682627639355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilschmidt.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>APRIL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SO6PRORAkwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2GFFpySz4FA/S220/bolg-photo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_egdoXx64MME/SKPvQQT7aeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kNeGNyPhB_E/s72-c/group-halloween.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
