<?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-7211695652693691943</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:29:59.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The AWeSomers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A+W Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525295988434477801</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211695652693691943.post-5394439210286366281</id><published>2008-09-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:51:35.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>Alright - here's a post I planned since last summer! Ha. We all know it's been forever since I've been on so I'm putting it up now regardless and will work on something more current.  ... Eventually! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get your motor running, head out on the highway, we went to California and lots of people came our way". It's been a summer full of great visits with family and friends. And of course, Liam takes the driver's seat in this little family. (What's with his hair?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH6os83_NI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q_AGUbINS0s/s1600-h/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242747018404166866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH6os83_NI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q_AGUbINS0s/s400/DSC_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melanie and the kids came to visit. She and I stayed up super late chatting under the stars about a million things. I felt like a kid again. She's a great photographer. Here she captures funny Kyle making a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH4QFW0BII/AAAAAAAAAK0/9KsLNh0Kjv0/s1600-h/DSC_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242744396435424386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH4QFW0BII/AAAAAAAAAK0/9KsLNh0Kjv0/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She and I also visited together while I was in California (because she was amazing and drove all about the countryside on our behalf since I was vehicle-less). This picture shows what the four boys thought of our adventure. (This was taken outside of Andria and Kevin's house, where we went and experienced the sonoric joy of seven boys and one girl playing together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242626943966859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGNbc0JTxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6ggHPfIsz8o/s400/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical! But I love how each of their heads is flopped in a different nightmarishly-uncomfortable direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friend Aguide visited from Thailand. We had a wonderful time showing her around Utah. I hope she had fun with us ol' fuddy duddies. These were all taken at Sundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH4QVOBUNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ptivK0zhNyE/s1600-h/DSC_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242744400693514450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH4QVOBUNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ptivK0zhNyE/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242719968601351538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMHiCMlUpXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rZ4qZhqFlso/s400/DSC_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242744388449659474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMH4Pnm26lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-ZMZhZZKh0c/s400/DSC_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryker and Raelin came up and visited us in Deweyville while their parents celebrated their anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMHiBSGvssI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XwoRrPwSFOk/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242719952903844546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMHiBSGvssI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XwoRrPwSFOk/s400/DSC_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun trapsing through the sprinklers. Though there's no picture to go along with it, the totem pole we made was pretty fun. A kid in my arms, on my back, and on my shoulders, and then through the sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMHiBzoxggI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UMYKkXM1Quc/s1600-h/DSC_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242719961904939522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMHiBzoxggI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UMYKkXM1Quc/s400/DSC_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also painted garden fairies which came out surprisingly nice (my Mom organized that activity). I'll eventually put some pictures up of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following four pictures are from our (Grammy was driving Liam and I) stop over for some exercise at State Line on our trip back to Utah from California in July. The story is from Sept. 9. Remember that was a while ago.  He speaks MUCH better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had all been sick with some kind of stomach flu and all the food in the kitchen either sounded to me like the cause of all our sorrows or a certain contributor to them. What then for dinner? I didn’t know. So I asked Liam. “What should we have for dinner, Liam?” He thought for a second and then thoughtfully responded, “Mee” (Meat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGOs9CtVTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/T69uP83G__Y/s1600-h/DSC_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628344187278642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGOs9CtVTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/T69uP83G__Y/s400/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “We don’t have any meat, baby.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought again, and then with a cheerful smile, “ithe.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Ice wouldn’t be a very substantial dinner, sweetheart.” &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628350824393682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGOtVxHq9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/HZM5z_Gi3Aw/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He then ran into the kitchen at top speed, stood in front of the refrigerator and with all the love and passion his little voice could muster he bellowed, “uh-ney!” (Honey) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I was on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242628346330804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGOtFBw8mI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z9LUlEaCU5E/s400/DSC_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam and I had a great time visiting with the Andrews in California, and an even better time (because it was longer) hanging out with them in Utah. However, I think we were responsible for the most flops experienced in a single trip on their behalf. We took a half hour drive to go to a pool twice and never got wet, we went to a fair that was so crowded that you could hardly breathe, and we walked about eigtheen times farther that anyone with five hungry kids should consider to get to a rodeo that we didn't know you had to pay to get into. It was ... vacation! Okay their vacation where Elias broke his femur had to have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGNa5PWEoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Lz6JjjeHq9U/s1600-h/DSC_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242626934417265282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGNa5PWEoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Lz6JjjeHq9U/s400/DSC_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Wes and William were not able to participate in this picture, please imagine a larger McKay with black hair, and a larger Liam with brown hair (do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; omit pacifier). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGNbCKv4II/AAAAAAAAAI8/q0tl96Kzm9A/s1600-h/DSC_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242626936813904002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGNbCKv4II/AAAAAAAAAI8/q0tl96Kzm9A/s400/DSC_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some odd reason I didn't have my camera around while we were visiting, so I have to use the few pictures I managed to get. Here's McKay, athletic powerhouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGLCmnv9vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MRPTj6fY6H4/s1600-h/DSC_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242624318079235826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGLCmnv9vI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MRPTj6fY6H4/s400/DSC_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leah, bounding with energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGLC-r7tXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cbE5-4iBA30/s1600-h/DSC_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242624324539233650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGLC-r7tXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cbE5-4iBA30/s400/DSC_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melissa, about to sustain a serious injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGLDDKrPwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dmCbWEvNFo4/s1600-h/DSC_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242624325741920002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGLDDKrPwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dmCbWEvNFo4/s400/DSC_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A plant, hiding behind their kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622569225557634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGJczoiloI/AAAAAAAAAIU/urXAn5qNfyc/s400/DSC_0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elias on the go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a great picture of Ryanne, Leah, and Elias from McKay's baptism last year (see what I mean, I really didn't take pictures, I'm digging in the archives!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Colleen and Dan in their NEW HOUSE! It's awesome and so perfect for them. They're about as cute as (searching for the right description here), apple dumplings? No. Cuter. Kittens eating apple dumplings? Cuter. Wild animals eating the kittens eating the apple dumplings. NO! But really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGJcSaecmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hcSQOoXwk2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622560308195938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGJcSaecmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hcSQOoXwk2Q/s400/DSC_0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGJcssYMbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OdkSXQ-N5y4/s1600-h/DSC_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622567362605490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGJcssYMbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OdkSXQ-N5y4/s400/DSC_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liam's thoughts, "Is my aunt really this beautiful?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... otherwise filling up the summer days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning a new skill at Ryker's b-day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGHHxRYV0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dUFay1_MFWc/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242620008791037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGHHxRYV0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dUFay1_MFWc/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working hard to keep up with the yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGHIDeOb1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5GGZKvYneHo/s1600-h/DSC_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242620013676752722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGHIDeOb1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5GGZKvYneHo/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heavy machinery always helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGHIoA_c9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/IILYlXyF-14/s1600-h/DSC_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242620023486247890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGHIoA_c9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/IILYlXyF-14/s400/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And developing personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to "make a face" for the camera, this is what Liam does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGF3h1i2pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iuhyh3nb3tI/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242618630258219666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGF3h1i2pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/iuhyh3nb3tI/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Then he looks at himself on the LCD screen, laughs hysterically, and does it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGF4C4CgNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aD5IiCP7Fuc/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242618639127052498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGF4C4CgNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aD5IiCP7Fuc/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What? You think he looks like he just bit into a lemon/ lime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;No ... that's more like this ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGF4cZseDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D564K9fRXtM/s1600-h/DSC_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242618645979101234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SMGF4cZseDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D564K9fRXtM/s400/DSC_0297.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7211695652693691943-5394439210286366281?l=theawesomers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/feeds/5394439210286366281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211695652693691943&amp;postID=5394439210286366281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/5394439210286366281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/5394439210286366281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/2008/09/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>A+W Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525295988434477801</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/_UuW03908jSs/SMH6os83_NI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q_AGUbINS0s/s72-c/DSC_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211695652693691943.post-5407360649328291028</id><published>2008-08-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:11:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somer Days (I'll admit it, pun intended)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ART CITY DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJkOU1nHVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wEYF3pxIyWI/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233855914232454482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJkOU1nHVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wEYF3pxIyWI/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the Parade with the Somers' and Grammy. That is, with "Achtui" in Liam language. That's what he called her then (way back in June). But two months have gone by and with the passing of time has come sophistication in his language skills. Now, she is "Ach-too-ey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJkOlRkXWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rZ3Vpx-bm3Q/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233855918644682082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJkOlRkXWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rZ3Vpx-bm3Q/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy and Liam have become fast friends these last few months as Mom did one of those amazing things only amazing mom's do. She came out and took care of Liam for eight weeks while William worked and I finished up my course work with a grueling semester. I'd call it a sacrifice, but look at the two of them. It might better be termed "opportunity." What a spectacular gram-mom. Yeah. I really just said (typed) "gram-mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Highlight of my birthday was the ping pong table William gave me. That &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a sacrifice. To give me something that will be the cause of much lost pride on his part. How sweet. I'm kidding of course. We're pretty much an even match. We've played about thirty games so far. William's up by one. But have no fear, loyal fans, I will triumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FORTH OF JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233858066655975202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJmLnPXlyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jhq_2N0oidU/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icecream from the icecream truck. What a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233861231976496178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJpD2-lvDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VqOaKe_1FJY/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trip to the park with those-in-the-Somers-family-still-bearing-the-Somers-name was great. We played lots of frisbee and softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Now ... the moment you've all been waiting for ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Observe the Somers men in their athletic poses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First, there's Papa Somers&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233858070066325970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJmLz8dadI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DBe4WDDzxVE/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233858064506811090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJmLfO98tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BoEX_UT5XI8/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then there's Daddy Somers (Daddy one - William)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233860004050461634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJn8YmNY8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/faN4FY0Il84/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy Two - Brice&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233860009569129890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJn8tJ9laI/AAAAAAAAAF0/U0e5zL_yo0s/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look closely, you'll see that Brice would do anything to make the catch - even if it involves separation from needed footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Even Little Baby Somers&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233861226001274082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJpDgt_FOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RZ_0mHZ7i_4/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What an arm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233878114628684674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJ4ajwiS4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/pg-omAgAVVc/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"He swings and he misses the small ball but look ladies and gentlemen, he has knocked the blue intruder out of the park! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course the women played too, but I'm afraid their athletic feats ("feet" in Brice's case!) will not go down in recorded history. Therefore, non-related pictures featuring the Somers women in highly athletic activities will now be included as a means of compensation. Note if you will their athleticism and grace, matched only by the muscular accomplishments of their husbands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the untrained eye this may look like a gardening lesson. Actually, it's the beginning of a marathon chase of the ever evasive harry mole!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233865123948595570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJsmZtDCXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-0r8y3Sylsg/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233865113426904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJslygexFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HQGQ5u7HGMM/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tending the children in typical womanly fashion, you say? No, no. I have caught the harry mole! Not even one bead of sweat mind you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for cousins Somers one and two, we'll supplement with photos taken later at Ryker's 3rd birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233874730940852242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJ1VmifaBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pttp3vP77eE/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233874722563963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJ1VHVSOVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nbpU8dpWWio/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233878130355780786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJ4beWKvLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aq8uL_9_A0k/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Later, Mimi sent us on a special errand to get lots of fun fireworks. So, here's Liam, learning to distrust adults as they place a burning stick in his hands, smiling and laughing all the while. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233865128205004050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UuW03908jSs/SKJsmpj2rRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5CuL6S_oym8/s400/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We suffered one casualty that night. Mimi burnt her toe quite badly. For those interested, I have pictures. For those definitely not interested, your welcome that I spared you the picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've still got a month and a half to blog on, so I'd best be getting my bloggy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7211695652693691943-5407360649328291028?l=theawesomers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/feeds/5407360649328291028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211695652693691943&amp;postID=5407360649328291028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/5407360649328291028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/5407360649328291028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/2008/08/somer-days-ill-admit-it-pun-intended.html' title='Somer Days (I&apos;ll admit it, pun intended)'/><author><name>A+W Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525295988434477801</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/_UuW03908jSs/SKJkOU1nHVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wEYF3pxIyWI/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211695652693691943.post-1493048068333377055</id><published>2008-07-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:12:00.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because They're Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing quite like an action song about a deadly disease &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to brighten up a trip to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvPrmzt8iI/AAAAAAAAADw/C4nKKKu6tZA/s1600-h/blog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996540925014562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvPrmzt8iI/AAAAAAAAADw/C4nKKKu6tZA/s400/blog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvPsF18_4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/UdX-n4S61Bs/s1600-h/blog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996549255888770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvPsF18_4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/UdX-n4S61Bs/s400/blog13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How morbid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvCzx2envI/AAAAAAAAACg/Q-GoiWxI_Ko/s1600-h/blog16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222982387677175538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvCzx2envI/AAAAAAAAACg/Q-GoiWxI_Ko/s320/blog16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great living so close to the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Somers&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvC0xqveQI/AAAAAAAAACo/l-5sIOhPvKY/s1600-h/blog14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222982404807817474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvC0xqveQI/AAAAAAAAACo/l-5sIOhPvKY/s320/blog14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHu31T0TSXI/AAAAAAAAACY/iuGM1Wg2mmo/s1600-h/2007--may+2008+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raelin and Ryker are amazing.&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;First, let's talk about Ryker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223281539966280818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzS4u-LpHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H5agk9uyinQ/s400/blog20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ryker has the cutest voice, gives great hugs and welcoming HELLO ANGELs!, and he's almost always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHu31T0TSXI/AAAAAAAAACY/iuGM1Wg2mmo/s1600-h/2007--may+2008+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970319346813298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHu31T0TSXI/AAAAAAAAACY/iuGM1Wg2mmo/s320/2007--may+2008+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt; and Liam get along well&lt;br /&gt;because they're both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kooky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHu30lIHSQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JiuZ7B3kz2Q/s1600-h/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970306813446402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHu30lIHSQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JiuZ7B3kz2Q/s320/blog11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the fact that they have&lt;br /&gt;the same interests sometimes poses&lt;br /&gt;sharing problems, but you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;that here can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk about Raelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223283358749925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzUimd_olI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lmDPw4KrY9s/s400/2007--may+2008+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With a vocabulary which rivals most adults, this smart, beautiful little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a charmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raelin&lt;/span&gt; rivals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt; and Liam in craziness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvLPLDGOOI/AAAAAAAAADI/uSGx5vZqbdw/s1600-h/blog19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222991654390479074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvLPLDGOOI/AAAAAAAAADI/uSGx5vZqbdw/s400/blog19.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but always looks out for her little cousin's safety. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvLPju81lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tVOKs3dmAq0/s1600-h/blog21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222991661016864338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvLPju81lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tVOKs3dmAq0/s400/blog21.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright! Who's raising these tree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;huggers&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222992934517127186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvMZr5EuBI/AAAAAAAAADY/Rdc0evpljyU/s400/blog24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Now they're forcing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wacko&lt;/span&gt; politics on innocent babies!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222992941110836018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvMaEdIuzI/AAAAAAAAADg/FIl_nE4O5Wc/s400/blog23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287957809297394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzYuTTMd_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/07eInpyDHbM/s400/2007--may+2008+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What kind of odd tree-ritual is this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287969071296530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzYu9QQ8BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kHfQbkbODHE/s400/2007--may+2008+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's responsible? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Auntie Mo" of course, she's as far left as they come.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222994275067530434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvNnt1MjMI/AAAAAAAAADo/zmfMQZWXAmY/s400/blog26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See how they snicker over their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;subtly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coercive&lt;/span&gt; techniques?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211695652693691943-1493048068333377055?l=theawesomers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/feeds/1493048068333377055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211695652693691943&amp;postID=1493048068333377055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/1493048068333377055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/1493048068333377055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/2008/07/because-theyre-cousins.html' title='Because They&apos;re Cousins'/><author><name>A+W Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525295988434477801</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://bp0.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHvPrmzt8iI/AAAAAAAAADw/C4nKKKu6tZA/s72-c/blog12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211695652693691943.post-7119692851322813092</id><published>2008-07-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:34:44.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a surprise, Liam loves sticks and rocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would spend the entire day throwing them into the canal if ma and pa had the same attention span.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277775252004946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzPdmUWoFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ehGgq5cfDoI/s400/2007--may+2008+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHuq-WIYRWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ASJckhX2LmI/s1600-h/blog15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222956180935558498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHuq-WIYRWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ASJckhX2LmI/s320/blog15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Renee very generously gives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liam most of the rocks she collects, but here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she hefts a big one herself. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHutG9OODYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mLI_ZPdCQK4/s1600-h/blog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222958527891246466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHutG9OODYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mLI_ZPdCQK4/s320/blog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, for something completely different: a story unrelated to the pictures here included for your viewing pleasure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHutGetLkAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R-C2ALvau5Y/s1600-h/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHutGetLkAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R-C2ALvau5Y/s1600-h/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHutGetLkAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R-C2ALvau5Y/s1600-h/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222958519699607554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHutGetLkAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R-C2ALvau5Y/s320/blog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Liam was playing cars with William on the floor. We wanted him to push his truck back to William, so we said, "Liam, roll the car to Daddy." He then picked up the truck, laid down on the floor, and proudly rolled himself over to Daddy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277781623574930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzPd-DdEZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Np9B5GVvQNs/s400/2007--may+2008+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like always, he knew he was being funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279656926466722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzRLIGgUqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OquH2QbPuKo/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Who? ME?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211695652693691943-7119692851322813092?l=theawesomers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/feeds/7119692851322813092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211695652693691943&amp;postID=7119692851322813092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/7119692851322813092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/7119692851322813092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/2008/07/such-character.html' title='Such a Character'/><author><name>A+W Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525295988434477801</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://bp2.blogger.com/_UuW03908jSs/SHzPdmUWoFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ehGgq5cfDoI/s72-c/2007--may+2008+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211695652693691943.post-8020559827888189178</id><published>2008-07-13T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:28:36.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawning of a New Era</title><content type='html'>Digital proof that we exist may soon be on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guarantees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211695652693691943-8020559827888189178?l=theawesomers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/feeds/8020559827888189178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211695652693691943&amp;postID=8020559827888189178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/8020559827888189178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211695652693691943/posts/default/8020559827888189178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomers.blogspot.com/2008/07/dawning-of-new-era.html' title='The Dawning of a New Era'/><author><name>A+W Somers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525295988434477801</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></feed>
