<?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-1853979949042389448</id><updated>2011-09-17T05:04:48.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wallis Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Ryan * Karen * Owen * Ava * Ruth</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-414573867961663036</id><published>2010-11-14T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:18:28.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>Halloween was a lot of fun this year.  Owen and Ava were so into it.  They counted down before October ever started because they had seen the halloween things in the stores long before hand.  It's always fun to be able to do something that makes them so genuinely happy and can put such a smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODNUP0uKjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q-9-hNbJ-g8/s1600/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODNUP0uKjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q-9-hNbJ-g8/s320/P1000345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539653289394448946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presenting The Incredible Hulk!  Wow!  Was Owen ever excited for this!  Since the day we found his costume he wanted to start doing push ups and sit ups just to build his muscles bigger to do his costume justice.  He asked every other day how many more days until Halloween.  He was SO happy when the day finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODM9RIAKDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Q0bvvvMPPas/s1600/P1000349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODM9RIAKDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Q0bvvvMPPas/s320/P1000349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539652894606764082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODMM-n37EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wYNSbWu05ck/s1600/P1000332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODMM-n37EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wYNSbWu05ck/s320/P1000332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539652065006447682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's our little Strawberry Shortcake.  She just LOVED herself that day in her cute little get up.  She is the most confident person I know.  In costume or out, she knows she's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODLzh_8YxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BBMOWBdEh_U/s1600/P1000344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODLzh_8YxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BBMOWBdEh_U/s320/P1000344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539651627826045714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODKkVsUpxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AJRTSBdeZ9Y/s1600/P1000351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODKkVsUpxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AJRTSBdeZ9Y/s320/P1000351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539650267312858898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the busy threesome together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODJgkLCj5I/AAAAAAAAATw/89gOm2IgMYA/s1600/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODJgkLCj5I/AAAAAAAAATw/89gOm2IgMYA/s320/P1000365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539649102968688530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing to do with halloween, but it was just too cute of a picture to not share.  Owen and Ava were very into a night of super hero pretending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-414573867961663036?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/414573867961663036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=414573867961663036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/414573867961663036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/414573867961663036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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/_joMe8s0KGJk/TODNUP0uKjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q-9-hNbJ-g8/s72-c/P1000345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-4905510829161564455</id><published>2010-10-02T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:01:53.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgbqSpw6cI/AAAAAAAAATo/lI7UjitAlTg/s1600/P1000268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgbqSpw6cI/AAAAAAAAATo/lI7UjitAlTg/s320/P1000268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523695356345379266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This year Owen had his first day of 5 day preschool.  With a summer birthday we decided to hold off on Kindergarten for a year, but still wanted something to challenge him.  He's LOVING it.  Ava started preschool two mornings a week.  Also loving it - and so is mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-4905510829161564455?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/4905510829161564455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=4905510829161564455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/4905510829161564455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/4905510829161564455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-day-of-school-2010.html' title='First day of school 2010'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgbqSpw6cI/AAAAAAAAATo/lI7UjitAlTg/s72-c/P1000268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-3676614878534059530</id><published>2010-10-02T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:57:00.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIrthday! Birthday!</title><content type='html'>This summer has been full of events, vacations, visitors.  Three of the big events were the kids birthdays.  Most recent first to least recent.  Just going through the photos again and writing about them leaves me thinking, "how did we get here?"  Do we really have a 5,3, and 1 year old?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgXQQgP7UI/AAAAAAAAATY/omMnmd3f0QA/s1600/P1000243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgXQQgP7UI/AAAAAAAAATY/omMnmd3f0QA/s320/P1000243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523690511045487938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The big day.  Ruth turned 1.  She has been so fun to watch grow.  Life never stops moving with three kids and Ruth's first year has flown by.  It's been really neat to watch her grow and discover her personality.  She's a very sweet one who loves to laugh and will smile at anyone who looks at her.  She's very curious and in to everything.  She's just on the verge of walking.  Her siblings can't get enough of her even from day one.  We just love our Ruthie to pieces.  Happy birthday baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgWO33CfhI/AAAAAAAAATI/w_JNkXmk2J4/s1600/P1000238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgWO33CfhI/AAAAAAAAATI/w_JNkXmk2J4/s320/P1000238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523689387738693138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The cake.  One chocolate bunt cake and a personalized cupcake on top for the birthday girl herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgWx4wfZII/AAAAAAAAATQ/vO8fvtBC_1w/s1600/P1000250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgWx4wfZII/AAAAAAAAATQ/vO8fvtBC_1w/s320/P1000250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523689989275083906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is Ruth after the cake.  Eat it up girl!  You only turn one once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgVnfpPIZI/AAAAAAAAATA/cOJKEQlascQ/s1600/P1000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgVnfpPIZI/AAAAAAAAATA/cOJKEQlascQ/s320/P1000239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523688711223452050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What proud parents we are of our adorable Ruth.  I never knew I could love all three so much, but my heart is so full of  deep appreciation for each addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgVFKLWAoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CijoCB3RE7U/s1600/P1000236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgVFKLWAoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CijoCB3RE7U/s320/P1000236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523688121345376898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Ruth's birthday we were lucky enough to have my oldest brother and his family come for the weekend.  He has three girls who are SO great with our kids.  We love having them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgUQlLvPAI/AAAAAAAAASw/uav9BVXoYho/s1600/P1000261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgUQlLvPAI/AAAAAAAAASw/uav9BVXoYho/s320/P1000261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523687218061720578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgGEDLsJBI/AAAAAAAAASo/dG8e1-9DfOg/s1600/P1000122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgGEDLsJBI/AAAAAAAAASo/dG8e1-9DfOg/s320/P1000122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523671609613493266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sweet, sweet Owen turned 5.  He continues to be just as busy, caring, inquisitive, and fun-loving as ever.  Happy birthday buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgFj0AuFsI/AAAAAAAAASg/wDRmU2vRlZ0/s1600/P1000123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgFj0AuFsI/AAAAAAAAASg/wDRmU2vRlZ0/s320/P1000123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523671055785137858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen is all about super heros lately.  Super hero talk all day, all week.  Non stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgazht7SrI/AAAAAAAAATg/Pk3LWQDa1TU/s1600/P1000108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgazht7SrI/AAAAAAAAATg/Pk3LWQDa1TU/s320/P1000108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523694415496563378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan rented a pontoon boat for the big day and we took it out on the lake.  Owen was over the moon saying it was the best birthday ever.  We were really happy the my sister Jill and her family ended up for the weekend and could come with us.  Owen and his cousin Kylie are two peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgE8oL967I/AAAAAAAAASY/mAnS_AG-wNA/s1600/P1000128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgE8oL967I/AAAAAAAAASY/mAnS_AG-wNA/s320/P1000128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523670382596189106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Owen and Kylie before they had to say their goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgDT02dU_I/AAAAAAAAASI/8sfbVNV1dxQ/s1600/P1000036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgDT02dU_I/AAAAAAAAASI/8sfbVNV1dxQ/s320/P1000036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523668582109369330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ava turned 3 this year.  Still hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgAfJSUxlI/AAAAAAAAARo/CCFu4Ye80No/s1600/P1000022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgAfJSUxlI/AAAAAAAAARo/CCFu4Ye80No/s320/P1000022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523665478038636114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava woke up to a set of flowers from her Dad.  He was sweet enough to think of this on his own.  One rose for every year.  Too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgCt98sZTI/AAAAAAAAASA/PhX7jt-fL5Y/s1600/P1000047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgCt98sZTI/AAAAAAAAASA/PhX7jt-fL5Y/s320/P1000047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523667931716412722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tah Dah!  Ava's 3rd birthday cake.  The whole party was a pink party in honor of the birthday girl herself.  She LOVES anything pink!  She's all girl for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgCC1MKhjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fmYd3x5YNnY/s1600/P1000069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgCC1MKhjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fmYd3x5YNnY/s320/P1000069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523667190631007794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava absolutely loves skirts and dresses.  It's a big day if I can actually convince  her to wear shorts.  Ryan's mom sent her the cutes dress and skirt.  Ava was hugging them so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&lt;br /&gt;href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgBSHq9PUI/AAAAAAAAARw/ogWYbS63Awo/s1600/P1000083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgBSHq9PUI/AAAAAAAAARw/ogWYbS63Awo/s320/P1000083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523666353778408770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava loves the doll house she got.  Kept her busy for days.  It was super cute to listen to her pretend with her play family and the things she'd say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-3676614878534059530?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/3676614878534059530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=3676614878534059530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3676614878534059530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3676614878534059530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-birthday.html' title='BIrthday! Birthday!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/TKgXQQgP7UI/AAAAAAAAATY/omMnmd3f0QA/s72-c/P1000243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-7013615790963064926</id><published>2010-04-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:10:26.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update. . .FINALLY.  I know.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been slacking again in the blog area.  The days just go by too fast, and there's always too many other things on the 'to do' list I guess.  I hope you enjoy some recent photos of a few happenings in the last couple months with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CSAP69NsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/p5IJyzFE7-E/s1600/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CSAP69NsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/p5IJyzFE7-E/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463026880971880130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new year always brings another birthday.  This year was number 31.  I still can't believe my 20's are over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CRxNfSkGI/AAAAAAAAARI/EYMvdiIfCeI/s1600/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CRxNfSkGI/AAAAAAAAARI/EYMvdiIfCeI/s320/IMG_3427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463026622620930146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe this was Valentines Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CRgdQv-JI/AAAAAAAAARA/M_7TrI9t7L8/s1600/IMG_3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CRgdQv-JI/AAAAAAAAARA/M_7TrI9t7L8/s320/IMG_3456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463026334797133970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CQtU8on3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B0R9RRDpYTk/s1600/IMG_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CQtU8on3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B0R9RRDpYTk/s320/IMG_3474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463025456391954290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen is growing up.  He's recently gained interest in learning to ride his bike without training wheels.  That's a "Dad job"  if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CQDH1HZbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1mkUJ8NCpNQ/s1600/IMG_3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CQDH1HZbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1mkUJ8NCpNQ/s320/IMG_3476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463024731316250034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava and Ruth rode in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CPou6aJjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iUDNTuZBNa4/s1600/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CPou6aJjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iUDNTuZBNa4/s320/IMG_3487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463024277950965298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to visit the Easter bunny at the mall, but we didn't go while he was on shift.  So, this was the closest we got.  Ruth is 6 months here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9COpALI-vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/C4H_rNFqu88/s1600/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9COpALI-vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/C4H_rNFqu88/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463023183072918258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen started his first soccer season.  Sadly, it was bitter cold for the first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CNPlYXc1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/skdQbG0PGL8/s1600/IMG_3520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CNPlYXc1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/skdQbG0PGL8/s320/IMG_3520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463021646872277842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan had a birthday.  This picture speaks volumes.  Ava has always had a soft spot for Ryan.  The feeling is mutual I believe.  Ava was saying adorable things.  I wish I had written them down.  Ryan was eating it up while Owen was on the side so bugged because he just wanted to blow the candles already and eat some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CMp5Cg8RI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JLM3D6RsUnk/s1600/IMG_3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CMp5Cg8RI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JLM3D6RsUnk/s320/IMG_3524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463020999314305298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner one night Owen and Ava left the table and Ryan and I were actually enjoying a peaceful, uninterrupted conversation.  Soon we discovered what was keeping the two buddies so busy upstairs.  They had gotten into all of the girl's hair bows and had a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CMd80AMJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gJG6_5OOrzw/s1600/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CMd80AMJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gJG6_5OOrzw/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463020794168750226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had to have Dad in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CL16rczVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u_apd3wv-KA/s1600/IMG_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CL16rczVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u_apd3wv-KA/s320/IMG_3519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463020106401238354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Easter already.  I just love to pieces when they match each other.  Doesn't happen often with a boy and two girls.  Props to Ryan's mom for the outfits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-7013615790963064926?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/7013615790963064926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=7013615790963064926' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/7013615790963064926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/7013615790963064926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-for-update-finally-i-know.html' title='Time for an update. . .FINALLY.  I know.'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/S9CSAP69NsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/p5IJyzFE7-E/s72-c/IMG_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-6957605724191867030</id><published>2009-12-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:34:54.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An overdue update</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sorry it's been so long again.  It seems when life gets stressful, which it has with the juggling act of three kids, the easiest thing to cut out is the blog.  So, here is an update from our last few weeks.  Most recent pictures come first, then it goes down.  So, maybe you want to start from the bottom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKdrrKEosI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mSZ7e5LyC5o/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKdrrKEosI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mSZ7e5LyC5o/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414063075697664706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our most recent picture of little Ruth.  She's three months now.  We love her to death.  Ava hasn't had one day with out saying, "I think she's pretty cute."  She says it atleast 10 times every day as she stands over admiring her.  Owen says he's going to marry her when he grows up and that they'll travel in our van together.  As for me, I just love all the cuddling at this age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKdQHyiV-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/iRSERjCG9Wo/s1600-h/IMG_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKdQHyiV-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/iRSERjCG9Wo/s320/IMG_3198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414062602347239394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Grandma who Ruth is named after.  So, when we went to Idaho for Thanksgiving it was priceless to see the two Ruth's meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKc2YAeQWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b4195XV6e3E/s1600-h/IMG_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKc2YAeQWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/b4195XV6e3E/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414062160024060258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids bowling one night for fun.  They loved it!  I loved seeing Owen in his miniature size bowling shoes.  Too bad Ava's feel were still to small for her own pair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKcvyp9fPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QKhHH33j-Ww/s1600-h/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKcvyp9fPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QKhHH33j-Ww/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414062046918311154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKcXgjV86I/AAAAAAAAAPI/sHuCdgFtPZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKcXgjV86I/AAAAAAAAAPI/sHuCdgFtPZ0/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414061629741855650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava had quite a great time.  Actually scored an impressive game.  She did have the bumpers to help, of course.  Atleast I tell myself that to make me feel better.  She scored better than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKcBd-ARjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PDXnrl9CF7A/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKcBd-ARjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PDXnrl9CF7A/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414061251091252786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Halloween this year we had a Bengal's football player and a little fairy.  They were pretty cute and had so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKb3e32ujI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PvBXGDegNg8/s1600-h/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKb3e32ujI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PvBXGDegNg8/s320/IMG_3178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414061079535204914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKbOQ4miJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OWaafjooc9E/s1600-h/IMG_3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKbOQ4miJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OWaafjooc9E/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414060371405605010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the first weeks of Ruth's life she often would end up in a little ball when she'd fall asleep on us.  Ryan was commenting on her form this day and I told him to imagine that exact thing, but under his skin.  It's still hard to believe these babies fit inside somehow.  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKaoApXseI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lVpXyN8R9YQ/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKaoApXseI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lVpXyN8R9YQ/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414059714211721698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am soooooo grateful to this man.  He delivered Ruth.  Moving to a new city three weeks before giving birth was frightening, but I was assured by many that Dr. Hiss was wonderful, and a great surgeon which I needed with my third c-section.  I think these OB's have one of the best jobs in the world being an instrument in bringing these little miracles into the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKaE8wq_SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C58ha3h9_0E/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKaE8wq_SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/C58ha3h9_0E/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414059111873183010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two were having so much fun this night in the bath.  I was listening to their giggles and just feeling so thankful they have each other.  They often stop to hug each other and say, "You're my best friend."  A newborn keeps my arms occupied a lot so I love that Owen and Ava can play and give each other so much attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKZZw2wsqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fIzTz9BvyrE/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKZZw2wsqI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fIzTz9BvyrE/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414058369943122594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Ruth arrived, it's pretty difficult to venture out with the three of them on my own.  It's getting better the older Ruth gets, but in the beginning when the weather was still warm we went to a nearby park a lot.  It's literally 2 minutes from our house and the kids loved it.  So, I could go let them play and it got them out of the house for a while.  Oh, the fresh air is so therapeutic!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKZTLHLqbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dC04NlkKVmE/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKZTLHLqbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dC04NlkKVmE/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414058256732236210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKZHkxdfYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PlX6KHRd7ao/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKZHkxdfYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PlX6KHRd7ao/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414058057462021506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKY4XTxu2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qZLj_ctZd1Q/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKY4XTxu2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qZLj_ctZd1Q/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414057796149820258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKYqiIHHhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1KbOXN80X8I/s1600-h/IMG_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKYqiIHHhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1KbOXN80X8I/s320/IMG_3148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414057558535511570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-6957605724191867030?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/6957605724191867030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=6957605724191867030' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6957605724191867030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6957605724191867030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/12/overdue-update.html' title='An overdue update'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SyKdrrKEosI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mSZ7e5LyC5o/s72-c/IMG_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-2507397241863455716</id><published>2009-10-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:53:21.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>This last Sunday, Ruth was blessed in our church.  The beautiful blessing dress was given to us by Ryan's mom.  Thank you again Linda!  It was a very sweet day to have Ryan's parents here to share it with, and to hear Ryan bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY8jtSvDqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4aZv2IAbE5A/s1600-h/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY8jtSvDqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4aZv2IAbE5A/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388060588346642082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY9PPCRo8I/AAAAAAAAANo/mY4ACNs4_uE/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY9PPCRo8I/AAAAAAAAANo/mY4ACNs4_uE/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388061336138785730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY9G0KqEuI/AAAAAAAAANg/OUX7nEStFBU/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY9G0KqEuI/AAAAAAAAANg/OUX7nEStFBU/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388061191487230690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY95VYvlbI/AAAAAAAAANw/ewLDouQbkho/s1600-h/IMG_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY95VYvlbI/AAAAAAAAANw/ewLDouQbkho/s320/IMG_3069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388062059398141362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-2507397241863455716?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/2507397241863455716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=2507397241863455716' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/2507397241863455716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/2507397241863455716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/10/more.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SsY8jtSvDqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4aZv2IAbE5A/s72-c/IMG_3048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-5679100165265963729</id><published>2009-09-11T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:44:28.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She has arrived!</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, Sept. 8, 2009 our little family of 4 became a family of 5 as Ruth Wallis entered the world.  Ryan and I arrived at the hospital at 5:15 am for another scheduled c-section.  After blood work, paper work, and some waiting the actual procedure started around 7:15.  Finally at 7:51 I heard that priceless first cry from our baby girl, Ruth.  This pregnancy has seemed so long to me.  Then, in the home stretch we had to say good bye to our friends in Ohio and move across the country to Spokane.  Of course, we didn't just go from Dayton to Spokane.  We had Ryan's graduation from his residency, a family reunion at Bear Lake, Utah, and a trip to my family in Idaho all came after Dayton and before Spokane.  However, we did arrive in Spokane at 37 weeks.  I met my new doctor.  Ryan started work again.  Owen started preschool.  We all worked on turbo speed to satisfy my nesting urge and get our house together before the baby came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was a bit emotional after all we had been through. Ruth arrived and I just kept thinking, "We did it.  We did it. I actually made it.  She's really out."  I still wake up sometimes and have to remind myself I'm not pregnant anymore.  What a great feeling!  Even better is when I look over and our little babe is sleeping so soundly.  Oh, why can't the newborn stage last longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsXehO-4II/AAAAAAAAANA/_nDIjM-s78Q/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsXehO-4II/AAAAAAAAANA/_nDIjM-s78Q/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380419992908914818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sure this baby was even bigger than our first two.  There was just no more room to grow.  Turns out she was the exact same weight that Ava was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsQCyrsZxI/AAAAAAAAALg/TFBLhy15HrA/s1600-h/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsQCyrsZxI/AAAAAAAAALg/TFBLhy15HrA/s320/IMG_2997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411819975010066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She weighed in at 9 lbs 8 oz.  21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsQXGIXH_I/AAAAAAAAALo/T0VwcQMoM-o/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsQXGIXH_I/AAAAAAAAALo/T0VwcQMoM-o/s320/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412168792907762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brief first moment to hold her before they take her to get cleaned up and I get sewn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsQ6Lb1i0I/AAAAAAAAALw/8dq5md7Ev_g/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsQ6Lb1i0I/AAAAAAAAALw/8dq5md7Ev_g/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380412771512191810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was born with a little 'strawberry kiss' on her forehead from being pressed against bone for so long.  The doctor said it will fade away over a little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsRo1TjXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hPhMfcxObAw/s1600-h/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsRo1TjXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hPhMfcxObAw/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380413573025717522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids got to come up to see the baby and I every day after they woke up from their nap.  Ryan packed them a dinner to eat in the room and we just hung out.  Here we are testing the weight capacity of the hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsS3jNegVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sI20-LU0z_o/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsS3jNegVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sI20-LU0z_o/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380414925378060626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good bye Dayton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsTS3m-nQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VwL5tpxz13w/s1600-h/IMG_2960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsTS3m-nQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VwL5tpxz13w/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380415394710199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan graduated from his residency program.  Then, the kids and I with the help of his parents and my cute sister-in-law, Lexi caught a flight to Salt Lake.  Ryan and his brother drove our van and Ryan's car out to Salt Lake.  We were proud of the good things everyone had to say about Ryan at the clinic.  Good job Hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsUP15VoyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a_oRBLamzqs/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsUP15VoyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/a_oRBLamzqs/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416442222355234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan and the two directors over his residency program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsUmoiSHnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-rZVdmA0xfA/s1600-h/IMG_2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsUmoiSHnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-rZVdmA0xfA/s320/IMG_2966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416833772985970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Ryan's assistant for the year.  Good bye Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsVPfJPKdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/m5UEon4IQWc/s1600-h/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsVPfJPKdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/m5UEon4IQWc/s320/IMG_2978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380417535626652114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beach at Bear Lake was probably Owen's favorite thing about the whole summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsVCVpaH5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/WWe2jPOiVsE/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsVCVpaH5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/WWe2jPOiVsE/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380417309738934162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava loved the beach as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsWA12rTKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tN-33exJH0k/s1600-h/IMG_2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsWA12rTKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tN-33exJH0k/s320/IMG_2979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418383536409762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen's first day of preschool.  I was very proud of him for being so excited when he knew he wouldn't know anyone there.  I love his outgoing personality.  Hoping he'll be able to make lots of friends in Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsWzjL1pQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LgU5yK0W2FY/s1600-h/IMG_2984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsWzjL1pQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/LgU5yK0W2FY/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380419254698222850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-5679100165265963729?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/5679100165265963729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=5679100165265963729' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5679100165265963729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5679100165265963729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-has-arrived.html' title='She has arrived!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SqsXehO-4II/AAAAAAAAANA/_nDIjM-s78Q/s72-c/IMG_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-3644332812315470608</id><published>2009-07-23T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:16:45.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday! Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So, another year has passed for our kiddies.  June 18th Ava turned 2 and July 13th Owen turned 4.  Although I love an excuse to spoil them, I'm glad the birthdays are over.  One less stress now with the move and baby coming.  I try not do do anything huge, but even in keeping it simple I'm thinking for weeks what they would love for a present, what cake to do, which friends could come.  It's all worth it to see them feel special on their big day, but I'm feeling good that I'm in the clear for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjSCIho9JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ya-jWGTd3xc/s1600-h/IMG_2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjSCIho9JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ya-jWGTd3xc/s320/IMG_2928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361766290474726546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen had his first birthday party with a pirate theme.  Thank you to all of his friends and family that came. He was all too excited for the big event.  Here are his pirate cupcakes with treasure chest and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjSfpXxrHI/AAAAAAAAALY/2zJnXbRcgso/s1600-h/IMG_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjSfpXxrHI/AAAAAAAAALY/2zJnXbRcgso/s320/IMG_2931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361766797507931250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close up of the cupcake.  The treasure chest was made out of a hoho and candy inside.  Blue frosting and gummy fish to adorn it.  The kids loved them and surprisingly the adults too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjRhLon_xI/AAAAAAAAALI/eIA_4mSQYD8/s1600-h/IMG_2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjRhLon_xI/AAAAAAAAALI/eIA_4mSQYD8/s320/IMG_2934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361765724373647122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you Owen!  Your expressive face and wild imagination always keep us smiling.  It's been fun to watch you grow into a genuine, loving, creative little boy who still loves to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjQ3GWakXI/AAAAAAAAALA/g5Z3WEiiXIE/s1600-h/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjQ3GWakXI/AAAAAAAAALA/g5Z3WEiiXIE/s320/IMG_2909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361765001400586610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to get a good picture of Ava with her cupcakes, but every picture she was reaching to eat one, so this is the best we got even though the lighting doesn't show much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjQi5zjKwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/atzWg1GX22I/s1600-h/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjQi5zjKwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/atzWg1GX22I/s320/IMG_2911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361764654435740418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava's butterfly cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjQMB1_O4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/czzHb32Rp3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjQMB1_O4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/czzHb32Rp3Y/s320/IMG_2918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361764261456460674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What girls birthday is complete without some bling?  She loves putting these bracelets on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjPpJwATxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vyBRDMqMOf0/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjPpJwATxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vyBRDMqMOf0/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361763662283427602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava got a pack-n-play for her baby doll and it's been the sweetest thing to watch her mother this little doll.  She changes her diaper, puts her to sleep, rocks her in her arms.  She's really turning into more of a little girl instead of a baby herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-3644332812315470608?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/3644332812315470608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=3644332812315470608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3644332812315470608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3644332812315470608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-birthday.html' title='Birthday! Birthday!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SmjSCIho9JI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ya-jWGTd3xc/s72-c/IMG_2928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-7732576383994623515</id><published>2009-06-06T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:42:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things to catch up on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqoYv1PScI/AAAAAAAAAKU/k1urV1zO_Ys/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqoYv1PScI/AAAAAAAAAKU/k1urV1zO_Ys/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269050938608066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan had one of two graduations for the year.  This was for all medical residents in the hospital. He'll later have his final graduation for just the dental residents.  It felt like it definitely marked the beginning of the end here though.  Good job Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqpCxYKFII/AAAAAAAAAKc/7DmsuodlFH8/s1600-h/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqpCxYKFII/AAAAAAAAAKc/7DmsuodlFH8/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344269772908008578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the graduation there was a dinner held for the graduates in the Air Force museum on base.  It was a nice night to enjoy with our kids sleeping at home.  I'll never know why I ever thought to drag them through Ryan's OSU dental graduation.  Never again!  This was so much more enjoyable - for them too probably.  They got to play with one of their favorite babysitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqnvSjTiVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pcBm5esTDrM/s1600-h/IMG_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqnvSjTiVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pcBm5esTDrM/s320/IMG_2893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344268338704124242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen had his last day of preschool.  This is him with his two wonderful teachers.  He absolutely loved school.  It was only two mornings a week, but he's really come far with his letters, numbers, cutting skills, and making new friends.  It's been great thing for him, and I haven't minded having one less to cart around during errands and such.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqnP2l5D1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/8ihcq3jyi5w/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqnP2l5D1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/8ihcq3jyi5w/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344267798622834514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We fed some ducks at a near by park a few weeks back with some good friends.  I've never seen such people friendly ducks, and so many of them.  We couldn't tear the bread fast enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Siqm1s5HEBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/enU8X2r_1ic/s1600-h/IMG_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Siqm1s5HEBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/enU8X2r_1ic/s320/IMG_2870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344267349342490642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava had so much fun even after getting bit once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-7732576383994623515?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/7732576383994623515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=7732576383994623515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/7732576383994623515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/7732576383994623515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-things-to-catch-up-on.html' title='A few things to catch up on'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SiqoYv1PScI/AAAAAAAAAKU/k1urV1zO_Ys/s72-c/IMG_2902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-7564372487775696718</id><published>2009-05-09T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:22:47.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SgYZvph2bqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AXFTbh6b6yQ/s1600-h/pink-onesieth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SgYZvph2bqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AXFTbh6b6yQ/s320/pink-onesieth.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333979115059310242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official!  We're having another girl.  I had my 20 week ultra sound a few days ago and there was no question about it.  It was very exciting to see the baby moving around.  It always brings such a reality to the whole pregnancy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is although I have been showing somewhat, we hadn't told Owen or Ava yet.  I felt like 9 months is so long for a child that young to wait and even Owen wouldn't really get it when I wasn't looking pregnant.  So, we were waiting for my stomach to obviously look pregnant and since that happened around the time we found out the sex, we waited.  So, last night we read him his bed time stories and then talked to him a little about the whole thing.   He was very excited.  He said a few things, then was quiet for a minute with a straight face and asked, "Well, does this mean Ava has to share her binkies?"  We assured him Ava could still take her naps with her own binkies and the baby would have her own that are more of a baby size.  He can't believe he'll have 2 sisters.  I'm so thankful to have him.  He's a great big brother to Ava and will be to this little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the battle of names begins.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-7564372487775696718?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/7564372487775696718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=7564372487775696718' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/7564372487775696718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/7564372487775696718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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/_joMe8s0KGJk/SgYZvph2bqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AXFTbh6b6yQ/s72-c/pink-onesieth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-3235729141808722598</id><published>2009-04-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:57:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is over.  We're moving to. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SfNuQGJOwBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9IcscUBkmWQ/s1600-h/spokane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SfNuQGJOwBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9IcscUBkmWQ/s320/spokane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328724006915719186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year of wondering and waiting, we finally turned in our wish list of places we'd like to be next year.  We feel SO extremely blessed to be moving to Spokane, Washington.  Both of us are thrilled. It's very eastern Washington, next to the Idaho boarder.  Neither one of us have been there, but we hear from everyone that it's beautiful.  It's on the eastern side of the mountains so it's not as rainy as western Washington, or Oregon.  There is an airport.  Beautiful summers, but lots of snow in the winter.  A big plus is the fact that family will be in driving distance.  8-10 1/2 hours depending on who and where.   So, moving day isn't until Aug. 7, but we're very looking forward to our time back west for the next 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-3235729141808722598?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/3235729141808722598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=3235729141808722598' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3235729141808722598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3235729141808722598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/04/wait-is-over-were-moving-to.html' title='The wait is over.  We&apos;re moving to. . .'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SfNuQGJOwBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9IcscUBkmWQ/s72-c/spokane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-2153154512022902116</id><published>2009-04-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:48:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dagwood Challenge</title><content type='html'>So, for anyone who watches a show on the Travel Channel this might be familiar.  Man vs. Food is one of Ryan's shows he loves to watch when he has a minute.  For those of you who aren't familiar it is a show where this guy travels the states visiting restaraunts that have either famous dishes or food challenges.  Some of the challenges include crazy things like a 72 oz steak, or a hamburger the size of a pizza, etc.  You get the point.  Most of them are discusting, but for some reason it's entertaining to watch this guy (who is actually normal size, not a competitive eater) stuff this food down.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, one episode that caught our attention was one where he went to Columbus, Oh.  Our old stomping grounds.  Of course we had to watch.  He visited The Ohio Deli where they have a sandwich called the Dagwood, named after Dagwood from the Blondie comic strip, who is always eating cold cut sandwiches.  It is a deli sandwich with 21 oz. of cold cuts.  Along with the sandwich is a pound of fries and a pickle.  The challenge is to down this monster in 30 minutes and you receive a t-shirt that says, "I devoured the Dagwood," along with your picture on the wall.   If you don't devour it, you have the option to buy a t-shirt that says, "The dagwood kicked my !**.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, of course, wanted to take the challenge and roped in some buddies from work to go down with him to try it.  However, to his dismay, he got a little over 1/2 way done with is before he surrendered.  Although his brothers may be dissapointed, I think it may be more attractive that he couldn't complete the challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu3Vp4_hNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xyDQqghI3xE/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu3Vp4_hNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xyDQqghI3xE/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552566945776850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is The Dagwood.  French bread, cheese, garlic mayo, 7 oz. turkey, 7 oz. roast beef, and 7 oz. ham.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu3DyU0QjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hhguNRVXqvU/s1600-h/IMG_2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu3DyU0QjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hhguNRVXqvU/s320/IMG_2853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552259972317746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is his before picture.  He hadn't eaten all morning in preparation for the big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu2ZiVdC9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ms8XroeRlwQ/s1600-h/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu2ZiVdC9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/ms8XroeRlwQ/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326551534125517778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Ryan was suffering, Owen was at our table adjacent shouting, "Go Dad, go Dad."  Ryan later commented he felt both proud and ashamed.  Ashamed that his 3 yr old son was cheering him on for a ridiculous food challenge.  Not teaching the best eating habits, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu2GQjltVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJ2zsvEQ0n4/s1600-h/IMG_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu2GQjltVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJ2zsvEQ0n4/s320/IMG_2863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326551202935453010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the point he drew his white flag.  We still love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu1verOlFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xULVc4WixPI/s1600-h/IMG_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu1verOlFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xULVc4WixPI/s320/IMG_2864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326550811588596818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Ryan with his t-shirt.  Props to one of his buddies, Brandon, who actually finished the Dagwood in 15 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-2153154512022902116?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/2153154512022902116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=2153154512022902116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/2153154512022902116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/2153154512022902116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/04/dagwood-challenge.html' title='The Dagwood Challenge'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/Seu3Vp4_hNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xyDQqghI3xE/s72-c/IMG_2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-108223786709688134</id><published>2009-04-19T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:26:22.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend for the Wallis'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuysdLusCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lhokNncxKQY/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuysdLusCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lhokNncxKQY/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326547461113557026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The adorable Easter outfits were sent to us by our wonderful Emee.  Thank you Linda for making my babies look so cute.  You're too good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuyYIL4T4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/iObT8jIPZdc/s1600-h/IMG_2806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuyYIL4T4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/iObT8jIPZdc/s320/IMG_2806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326547111879659394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our attempt to get some kind of family photo.  Always a challenge to have everyone smile together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuwesOyBRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qhLAwWHK_TU/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuwesOyBRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qhLAwWHK_TU/s320/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326545025611466002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, for Ryan's birthday and Easter we spent the weekend in Cincinnati.  One of the highlights of the weekend was when Ryan pulled out his old go-cart to give the kids a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuxBz81F9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OyocxabPZeE/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuxBz81F9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/OyocxabPZeE/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326545628979075026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen was in absolute heaven.  Pretty sure this will be an expected activity every time we go down to Cincinnati now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuwH6VpAcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UZsIwQyR2g4/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuwH6VpAcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UZsIwQyR2g4/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326544634261340610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan said he's start up the old engine "for the kids," but I think we know the enjoyment was equally shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuvnUCPyxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bJZhxae39uA/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuvnUCPyxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bJZhxae39uA/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326544074223635218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava absolutely LOVED the ride.  She kept saying, "Faster, faster."  Ryan says finally he has someone who will ride roller coasters with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-108223786709688134?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/108223786709688134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=108223786709688134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/108223786709688134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/108223786709688134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend-for-wallis.html' title='Easter Weekend for the Wallis&apos;'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuysdLusCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lhokNncxKQY/s72-c/IMG_2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-1729872071582276725</id><published>2009-04-19T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:42:06.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuuL5EwJeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/B0DNOjHRdXs/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuuL5EwJeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/B0DNOjHRdXs/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326542503618291170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Happy Birthday Babe!  We are very lucky to have you as our #1 man in our lives.  You always have an upbeat, positive take on life which makes you so fun to be around.  I appreciate the great dad you are and know the kids absolutely adore you.  I still wonder sometimes what I did to deserve you but thank God often that I was in the right place at the right time that fortunate night at ward prayer when we met.  Who could have dreamed what would come from that initial conversation.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SevEcimRRHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wufyt7X1frQ/s1600-h/DSCF0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SevEcimRRHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wufyt7X1frQ/s320/DSCF0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326566978898445426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan's work was nice enough to have a little celebration for him with a cake and all.  When the secretary asked him what color of flowers he wanted on his cake he told her she better not put any flowers on his cake unless they were being run over by a monster truck.  She obviously took his wishes to heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-1729872071582276725?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/1729872071582276725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=1729872071582276725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/1729872071582276725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/1729872071582276725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-30th-ryan.html' title='Happy 30th Ryan'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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/_joMe8s0KGJk/SeuuL5EwJeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/B0DNOjHRdXs/s72-c/IMG_2775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-4921104101443920542</id><published>2009-04-05T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:27:45.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I know. I know.  It has been way too long since I've added to our blog.  I do have an excuse.  We have an announcement.  We're expecting.  #3 is on the way!!  Although we are very excited, I got caught in the 1st trimester blues.  Since finding out we were expecting in January I haven't felt well and took all I had to just do the bare minimum to keep the family fed and clothed.  Anything beyond the necessities (like blogging) was pushed aside.  The good news is I'm 16 weeks now and haven't thrown up for a couple weeks now and have been staying up past 8:00.  I'm feeling great and getting much more done.  The due date?  Sept. 17th.  This makes our summer quite eventful with both a baby and a move (still don't know where), but we're ready for the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that I've been able to catch pictures of lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlL3OjOsnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NHGA7r5DFQ8/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlL3OjOsnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NHGA7r5DFQ8/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321367846885700210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's best friend still remains to be Puppy.  I honestly feel like we own a real dog.  He puts him to bed at night in a toy dog carrier.  He takes him out the back door to go pee from time to time in the day.  He feeds him.  He colors pictures for him.  He has full on conversations with him.  The  latest is when Ryan went to Atlanta for a dental convention and Owen put puppy in his suitcase because he thought puppy would like a vacation.  So, he parted with him for 4 days.  We asked multiple times if he was sure he wanted to send him.  I'm still not sure if he was more excited for the return of puppy or Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlMKFhEANI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t2MJ8TniAwU/s1600-h/IMG_2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlMKFhEANI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t2MJ8TniAwU/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321368170878206162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava loves sporting her new hat.  She had a pony tail that day, so her hair is all tucked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlIfLKx4GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bXG0Qy0dbX4/s1600-h/IMG_2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlIfLKx4GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bXG0Qy0dbX4/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321364135126098018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A group of friends got together for an Easter egg hunt.  Owen was sooo excited.  Ava wasn't sure what the point was, but liked carrying her basket around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlJSi04PCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cobq7P4pCf4/s1600-h/IMG_2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlJSi04PCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cobq7P4pCf4/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365017650019362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen is taking inventory of his eggs and all the candy inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-4921104101443920542?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/4921104101443920542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=4921104101443920542' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/4921104101443920542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/4921104101443920542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SdlL3OjOsnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NHGA7r5DFQ8/s72-c/IMG_2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-8784350317144544490</id><published>2008-12-20T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:43:31.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an update</title><content type='html'>I know it's been forever since I've posted anything.  Thanksgiving/Christmas is always a busy time of year.  We had a great Thanksgiving in Raleigh, NC with Ryan's parents and will be going back there for Christmas as well.  December has been a fun time with the house decorated, family home evenings about the Savior's birth, Christmas shopping, lots of baking, and more shopping.  Ryan has just begun his 2 weeks off and we are all very exctied.  Here are a couple things I was able to get pictures of the last while.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SU1csf0zzeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tCX_itj50as/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SU1csf0zzeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tCX_itj50as/s320/IMG_2662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281979857502457314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen had a very cute christmas program at his preschool. Although he was constantly singing the songs at home for weeks, when it came time to perform he had his hands down his pants the first 3 minutes.  Then, in his mouth the absolute rest of the time.  Absolutely no singing from him.  Not even a couple hand motions to the songs.  Still so cute to see him up there with the other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SU1azsdhrYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BVKBu0kMEG0/s1600-h/IMG_2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SU1azsdhrYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BVKBu0kMEG0/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281977782130290050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan works 10 - 11 hour days and it's not uncommon for him to fall asleep on the couch, or floor for that matter.  It doesn't even matter how much commotion is going on around him or if the kids are decorating his face with stickers.  He's the most sound sleeper I know.  We love you babe for all of your hard work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-8784350317144544490?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/8784350317144544490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=8784350317144544490' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/8784350317144544490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/8784350317144544490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an update'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SU1csf0zzeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tCX_itj50as/s72-c/IMG_2662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-5218129089315413495</id><published>2008-11-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:45:16.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wallis weekend</title><content type='html'>So,  with the usual dreary, overcast, rainy weekends that come more and more often this time of year it was a slow weekend.  But, there were a few perks.  We went to IKEA and made one of the best purchases ever!  First of all, any trip to IKEA is a delight.  Except there's never enough time to spend there.  There are so many great organization ideas.  I could go crazy if the budget allowed.  Being good though and sticking to our budget we only purchased what we went there for - a little kids table.  I've known forever that Owen would love to have one, but now Ava is at the climbing age and loves getting up in chairs, especially ones just her size.  So, we did it!  I'm so glad.  The two of them are adorable sitting at their little table together, talking (as much as Ava can at least).  This is going to be great!  Why is anything we use as adults that is on a miniature scale just so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was also under the weather, so even more reason to stay in.  But, Owen and I did a little baking.  We made chocolate chip cookies.  I swear winter is so dangerous.  When it's so cold and overcast I just want to be in and have this incredible urge to bake.  Is is just me?  Anyway, Owen loves measuring and dumping the ingredients.  Of course Ava is right there at my feet wishing she could be up on the counter.  Not to be trusted there though.  Sorry Ava.  She watched it all mix together and that made her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDF7doGs7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TYniyfPjxvQ/s1600-h/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDF7doGs7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TYniyfPjxvQ/s320/IMG_2580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269429189379273650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDMadHqujI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MU78EI9vD1s/s1600-h/IMG_2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDMadHqujI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MU78EI9vD1s/s320/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269436318888933938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava's getting a little better as using a spoon.  Still some room for improvement. How cute is she though, covered in pudding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDL6lwDhKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nv6SCeDrnII/s1600-h/IMG_2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDL6lwDhKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Nv6SCeDrnII/s320/IMG_2593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269435771450000546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet chocolate chip baking! Only thing better is eating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-5218129089315413495?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/5218129089315413495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=5218129089315413495' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5218129089315413495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5218129089315413495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-wallis-weekend.html' title='Our Wallis weekend'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SSDF7doGs7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TYniyfPjxvQ/s72-c/IMG_2580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-1614167110916974604</id><published>2008-11-04T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:57:35.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Happenings</title><content type='html'>Halloween was a hit this year.  Owen thought the actual day would never come.  What torture it must be for a kid so young to see all the halloween goods in the stores for so long, the Halloween specials on tv all month.  He's been bringing home Halloween crafts from preschool all month. Then, FINALLY the last day of the month, is the day to trick or treat and go get all that candy.  However, with a dentist for a Dad he doesn't get to stash it away for his own keeping like I use to do.  It's quite cute how this season just totally stresses Ryan out.  So, he came to the conclusion that Owen could eat all he wanted that night.  Then, he could have one piece a day after his naps.  It's actually worked out well.  After 24 hours Owen stopped begging for it and looks forward to his nap time. Here are our pictures from the big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCMNde5fBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E8Hcvbvhoh4/s1600-h/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCMNde5fBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E8Hcvbvhoh4/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264862127276522514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Bob the Builder and our bubble bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCMkAJQQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SNED736s9vc/s1600-h/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCMkAJQQ7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SNED736s9vc/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264862514538103730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan was the designated parent to take them out trick or treating.  I guess he was raised thinking that was the Dad's job.  I was happy to stay behind to pass out treats and see all the other kids in their costumes.  However, I did get to do one street with the kids at the end when we ran out of candy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCOYerNnEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-FukQJQK7Jk/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCOYerNnEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-FukQJQK7Jk/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264864515598425154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen's pride and joy.  This is the first pumpkin he's ever carved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-1614167110916974604?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/1614167110916974604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=1614167110916974604' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/1614167110916974604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/1614167110916974604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-happenings.html' title='Halloween Happenings'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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/_joMe8s0KGJk/SRCMNde5fBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/E8Hcvbvhoh4/s72-c/IMG_2575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-5587651157438106122</id><published>2008-10-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:40:54.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real?</title><content type='html'>OK!  I get these toy magazines in the mail from time to time and always look through for Christmas ideas and things.  Sometimes there are unique games and toys that I don't see in the normal stores and are partly educational.  Or sometimes, it's just something the kids would love.  So, I'm looking through the latest magazine, Young Explorers, and find Gassy Gus.  I was laughing out loud to Ryan as I read the preview (as typed below).  I can't believe this is a game.  Turns out Ryan found something to put on his own Christmas list.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SPfeoacpHrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0lmYv8I8JA0/s1600-h/gassy+gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SPfeoacpHrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0lmYv8I8JA0/s320/gassy+gus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257915875853934258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gassy Gus &lt;br /&gt;Ewww! There's nothing Gassy Gus won't eat, from baked beans to broccoli. Feed him a food card, pump his head and his stomach swells...but watch out-the bigger his belly gets, the more chance Gus will blast gas, and that's a penalty! The first to feed him all the food cards without an "explosion," wins! Includes a back-up belly (balloon). For 2-4 players. Ages 5+.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-5587651157438106122?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/5587651157438106122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=5587651157438106122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5587651157438106122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5587651157438106122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is this for real?'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SPfeoacpHrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0lmYv8I8JA0/s72-c/gassy+gus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-9123184131414057181</id><published>2008-10-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:20:35.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance your heart out Owen!</title><content type='html'>We had some live entertainment this weekend around our house.  I have no idea where he got it, but Owen came up to me and said, "Mom, watch this."  Then, busted out his sweet dance routine.  I'm wondering Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or something. I absolutely had to get it on camera though.  So here it is for all to enjoy.  Hopefully others think it's just as adorable as we do, but we are partial, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Ava's also a little dancer lately, but it takes skill to catch that on camera.  Hopefully, I can get it soon. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3d0c6fd118efc86" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3d0c6fd118efc86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B5AFD68F300DFD2D92331C17B1F0A1F948066C8.4171F92D6BD671E1BF6013970FA37FBE23D50251%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3d0c6fd118efc86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dta4qqXB4Rw26bosJpHVO01TyBts&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3d0c6fd118efc86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B5AFD68F300DFD2D92331C17B1F0A1F948066C8.4171F92D6BD671E1BF6013970FA37FBE23D50251%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3d0c6fd118efc86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dta4qqXB4Rw26bosJpHVO01TyBts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-9123184131414057181?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e3d0c6fd118efc86&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/9123184131414057181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=9123184131414057181' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/9123184131414057181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/9123184131414057181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/10/dance-your-heart-out-owen.html' title='Dance your heart out Owen!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-2815452075590279757</id><published>2008-10-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:09:23.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to the dairy</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we all got to go to a local dairy that also has a small farm, miniature golf, homemade ice cream, and more.  I'm not sure that I've mentioned it, but my youngest brother, Scott, and his family moved to Columbus to start dental school at OSU.  Poor timing because we just left there, but atleast we're only an hour away so we've gotten to hang out a bit.  He just turned 25 and to celebrate, they came up to Dayton and we went to the dairy with the little ones.  Here are the moments captured on camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOPaTCKOGhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7I4FrfjVH2A/s1600-h/IMG_2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOPaTCKOGhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7I4FrfjVH2A/s320/IMG_2507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252281610976238098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was love at first sight when Owen saw the tractors he was actually allowed to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOPauDxSPsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FXBDHY0rfbk/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOPauDxSPsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FXBDHY0rfbk/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282075264990914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava loves to sit behind any kind of steering wheel lately and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOP2I-UvMxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vuRMEH__dzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOP2I-UvMxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vuRMEH__dzQ/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312224473494290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to snap a shot of us in our matching hats.   Owen thinks it's was pretty funny I have a hat like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOP3lRx_LbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ORCw-PQUETw/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOP3lRx_LbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ORCw-PQUETw/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252313810244414898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boy loves his farm animals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOP4LV2TNbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uG1jc6XYjqY/s1600-h/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOP4LV2TNbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uG1jc6XYjqY/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252314464171275698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the fattest turkey I've ever seen!  HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQMm0t_8rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3WGRS4kjW_4/s1600-h/IMG_2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQMm0t_8rI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3WGRS4kjW_4/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252336926546981554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole day was a wool festival.  So, they were sheering sheep and llama, then spinning their own yarn.  Pretty cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQNJdhh1iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/thacGsU6nPA/s1600-h/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQNJdhh1iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/thacGsU6nPA/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252337521616082466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava just kicking back, enjoying the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQOc0M-KgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d-rF69nQ_VY/s1600-h/IMG_2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQOc0M-KgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d-rF69nQ_VY/s320/IMG_2518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252338953633016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a whole music station set us for kids to pluck, strum, and bang on instruments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQPALoGtWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tnhUbAOAQQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOQPALoGtWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tnhUbAOAQQ0/s320/IMG_2519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252339561216259426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the dairy it was home for some birthday BLT sandwiches.  Happy birthday Scott.  You're a wonderful brother!  Good luck in dental school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-2815452075590279757?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/2815452075590279757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=2815452075590279757' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/2815452075590279757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/2815452075590279757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-trip-to-dairy.html' title='Our trip to the dairy'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SOPaTCKOGhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7I4FrfjVH2A/s72-c/IMG_2507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-5717487500388498611</id><published>2008-09-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:27:55.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our babies are growing up</title><content type='html'>Both our babies have reached a turning point in life.  Owen is in school and Ava is walking. I really can't believe it, but Owen had his first day of school.  I debated about this forever, but finally decided to enroll him in a preschool that is only 2 days a week for 2 1/2 hours.  He seemed so young to be starting preschool to me.  He just finished being two.  But, he's been really interested in numbers, letters.  He loves to color, read.  He really loves being around other kids.  So, I knew deep down it would be really good for him.  It's just hard to see my first baby growing up.  Some of the parents here send their 3 year olds to a 4 day preschool, but I thought I'd save that for next year.  He goes to a great school that I really like, and I'm picky being an elementary teacher myself.  At least I think I was once.  That feels like another life ago.  Anyway,  his first day couldn't have gone better.  The teacher said he did great.  He was talking about everything they did all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen being in school is also good because it gives me and Ava some quality time together.  A lot of my interaction with Ava is settling disputes between her and Owen when she takes  his beloved trains or messes up his row of perfectly lined up dinosaurs.  Or, now that she's walking I'm pulling her out of something.  All day I feel like it's, "No Ava."  "That's Owen's toy Ava."  "Give it back Ava."  She's really a doll and has a funny personality a lot like Owen does, so I'm really glad she gets to have some time to just play and do what ever with out a big brother to bully her.  She really doesn't feel like a baby anymore either.  Now that she walks and is starting to talk, she's more like a little toddler.  I don't know where time goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SMwg_LMcTjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iVuJNfU1_SY/s1600-h/IMG_2495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SMwg_LMcTjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iVuJNfU1_SY/s320/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245603935688609330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen sitting in his classroom on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SMwhsStRuaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kvL01GblNN4/s1600-h/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SMwhsStRuaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kvL01GblNN4/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245604710799489442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Owen had his first day Ava and I fed the ducks at a local park.  She loved it.  She kept saying, "Du, du."  It was a lot of fun.  We met a friend there who has a boy Ava's age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-5717487500388498611?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/5717487500388498611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=5717487500388498611' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5717487500388498611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/5717487500388498611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-babies-are-growing-up.html' title='Our babies are growing up'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SMwg_LMcTjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iVuJNfU1_SY/s72-c/IMG_2495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-1731527230314078351</id><published>2008-09-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:59:08.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've noticed since being in the Air Force</title><content type='html'>1.  The Air Force speaks their own language.  Since the first day we arrived at the base housing here, I've come to know the Air Force has an acronym for EVERYTHING!  It's really another language to hear two Air Force members talk to each other.  I'm quickly picking up on some of the lingo.  Our neighbors asked us if this was our first PCS (permanent change of stating), meaning move.  TDY is temporary duty.  ABU is airman's battle uniform.  BAH, BAS.  The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  4 years of undergrad and 4 more years of dental school really must mean something because while on base if Ryan is in uniform or pulls his ID for some reason, people salute him like he's important.  I've witnessed this a few times already and it's a weird feeling because I feel like we're peons that don't know anything about this life, but people salute him like respect must be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Laundry I do for Ryan has gone down significantly.  Ryan leaves the house every day in his camouflage uniform, which he is required to wear while going on and off base during his work hours.  Once he arrives he can change into their scrubs, but he leaves them in their laundry when finished and comes back home in camo.  This, I love.  During dental school I hated always trying to make sure I was up on laundry enough for him to always have a clean pair of scrubs.  Maybe it would have been easier if he would have sprung for more than 2 pairs.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The sound of a C5, or any other plain flying over our home is now like any other background noise to me.  A C5 is a huge cargo plain, and very loud.  But, living so close to the base we hear it all the time and it's no big deal now.  Even to Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping has become cheaper.  Most places give a military discount if you show your military ID.  Usually 15 - 20%.  DSW, Footlocker, Aeropostale, Chick File, and more.  I've learned to always ask.  Most times the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  No co-pays!  Both Owen and Ava have had their most recent required check-up and it's all paid for.  We don't have to give co-pays, pay for perscriptions.  Even a birth of a child would be all taken care of.  They pay for everything medically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   We have a new family.  Living in base housing means most of our neighbors are all Air Force as well, along with the majority of our ward.  There is really the feel that we all look out for each other.  Especially those who have husbands deployed.  Every one steps right in.  I pray I won't have to experience that particular kindness from everyone though if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall life is different for us.  There have definitely been some adjustments and some getting use to things.  Of course the discounts, no co-pays, and small benefits never overshadow the fact that they control our life and tell us where to move and have the right to call Ryan out, but it's good to feel there are some pluses.  Having 3 years of dental school paid for, of course, was no small fee either.  To be honest there have been many days when I've thought, "Why did we do this?"  But, I always think back to that first year of dental school when we made the decision and I felt total peace.  Ryan is absolutely loving his program and it has been really great training beyond anything he's done in dental school.  I'm confident when he's finished with the Air Force, he'll be more than ready to run his own practice and have all the necessary skills to be successful. So, in the long run I know this is the right thing for us.  I just pray he won't be called out.  Call me selfish, but I don't know how I'd get through it.  Other women who do it are much stronger than me, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-1731527230314078351?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/1731527230314078351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=1731527230314078351' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/1731527230314078351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/1731527230314078351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-ive-noticed-since-being-in-air.html' title='Things I&apos;ve noticed since being in the Air Force'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-332488976520922850</id><published>2008-08-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:04:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SL2qbCpQwdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KKXPTxp4iao/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SL2qbCpQwdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KKXPTxp4iao/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241532922872250834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 1/2 weeks of being without our #1 man, he finally returned.  We picked Captain Christopher Ryan Wallis up at the Salt Lake City airport at 10:00 p.m.  It should have been 7:00, but of course his plane was delayed.  So, there he was in his Air Force blues looking so handsome and official.  This is the first time I've seen him in uniform. Of course my first thought was how happy I was to see him.  My second though was, "Wow.  We're not just pretending anymore.  We're really doing the Air Force thing."  You'd think I would have come to the realization before now, but after a month of him away at officer training and standing there in his uniform I realized this is our life now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was no time for a long of a reunion because we immediately had to hit the road for Ohio.  We had to get back so Ryan could start his residency that Monday.  So, that meant we drove all night Friday night, all day Saturday.  Stayed at a hotel in Des Moine, Iowa and drove another 11 hours Sunday.  The kids did surprisingly well.  Owen is content with movies and Ava luckily was still taking a morning and afternoon nap, so if we timed stops and meals right, we managed.  Certainly glad that is behind us though.  Now we wait to see what comes of our year in Dayton, OH at Wright Patt Air Force Base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-332488976520922850?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/332488976520922850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=332488976520922850' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/332488976520922850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/332488976520922850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SL2qbCpQwdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KKXPTxp4iao/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-144080219798050649</id><published>2008-07-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:58:46.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee Hah Cowboy!</title><content type='html'>Owen had his dream day.  As we all know Owen is big time into cowboys these days.  I'm sure Ryan is praying this is only a phase.  However, Richard Luff's parents, who only live a mile from my parents, teach Owen in the nursery at church.  They have discovered his love for the wild west, lassos, horses, etc.  They were kind enough to invite him over to see their horses.  What a treat!  Owen thought he'd died and gone to heaven.  There was so much to see and experience.  Ava was in a backpack on my back so I could have two hands available.  Even she loved it.  She would get upset if she wasn't in arms length of the animals.  If I turned so she could touch them, she got so excited.  Thank you Luff family for making Owen so happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0mXllREmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xjWX4Z1cJDU/s1600-h/IMG_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0mXllREmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xjWX4Z1cJDU/s320/IMG_2451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227876929114280546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen was excited to try to ride the horse, but he only lasted for a minute.  As soon as he felt the horse move, he got a little worried.  It did seem pretty high for someone small like him. He loved the saddle though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0lv5mriiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sgKbzv13CQU/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0lv5mriiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sgKbzv13CQU/s320/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227876247294151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly Luff was helping Owen feed the horse.  He loved to see the big teeth and nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0lVqS69AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s-vQa_wfN9k/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0lVqS69AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s-vQa_wfN9k/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227875796508144642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen was ready to climb right in with the cow.  Not shy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0k_2NqoiI/AAAAAAAAADs/GZjRLbaS548/s1600-h/IMG_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0k_2NqoiI/AAAAAAAAADs/GZjRLbaS548/s320/IMG_2460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227875421750207010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the highlights was feeding the animals.  This was a calf that was just Owen's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0kk7CK1zI/AAAAAAAAADk/L6PG6xcC7pY/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0kk7CK1zI/AAAAAAAAADk/L6PG6xcC7pY/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227874959187695410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava couldn't take her eyes off the calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0j5ZY_DaI/AAAAAAAAADc/L544C_eUbRE/s1600-h/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0j5ZY_DaI/AAAAAAAAADc/L544C_eUbRE/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227874211422211490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course one of the best parts was all the tools Owen found, like the pitch fork, shovels, whips. Poor Ava had a hard time looking away from the horse to see her face in the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-144080219798050649?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/144080219798050649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=144080219798050649' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/144080219798050649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/144080219798050649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/yee-hah-cowboy.html' title='Yee Hah Cowboy!'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0mXllREmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xjWX4Z1cJDU/s72-c/IMG_2451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-335574914048052030</id><published>2008-07-27T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:03:18.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Falls, ID Temple</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!  My home town of Twin Falls, Idaho just opened the doors of our new LDS temple to the public.  Construction is complete and they've had an open house for anyone to enjoy the beauty of the new addition.  So, most of my family minus two brothers came down to go through.  I took the kids thinking Owen might get something out of it.  His favorite part was the cows and swimming pool.  Anyone familiar with LDS temples knows he was talking about the oxen surrounding the baptismal font.  That's about the extent of what he got out of it.&lt;br /&gt;However, I loved it.  It really was beautiful.  I felt so proud to be a member of the Mormon church and so grateful to have temples on this earth where we can truely enter and feel the Spirit of the Lord.  My greatest blessing in life is the fact that I know because I was married in the temple, I will be sealed to my husband and children for eternity.  I only wish I would be here for the dedication.  Here are a couple pictures of me and the kids.  Again, Ryan missed out.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0hSRqUxRI/AAAAAAAAADU/z0eUwnKOEtM/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0hSRqUxRI/AAAAAAAAADU/z0eUwnKOEtM/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227871340309300498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom, Dad, and Grandma are posted. My Grandma is actually not a member and she was amazed.  She loved it.  This is the most interest she's ever had in the church. Fun to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0gndYcLEI/AAAAAAAAADM/hAar72wGSF4/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0gndYcLEI/AAAAAAAAADM/hAar72wGSF4/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227870604721138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was very bright and we should have chosen the other side of the temple with some shade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-335574914048052030?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/335574914048052030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=335574914048052030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/335574914048052030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/335574914048052030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/twin-falls-id-temple.html' title='Twin Falls, ID Temple'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</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/_joMe8s0KGJk/SI0hSRqUxRI/AAAAAAAAADU/z0eUwnKOEtM/s72-c/IMG_2447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-6342893949983711024</id><published>2008-07-15T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:22:36.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Owen</title><content type='html'>Our sweet Owen has turned three. I feel like he's not a toddler anymore. Actually, I've felt that way for quite some time. He just talks, plays, and acts like a little boy now. I have loved to see him grow and watch the person he is becoming. He loves to be around people, no matter what age. He's always been so friendly. From when he was 12 months old, he would do this fake laugh if he heard a group laughing, just to include himself in the fun. I can also really see that he wants to do the right thing. That doesn't mean he always does. But, he likes to please and make choices that will make him feel good. He's definitely all boy as well. He's into rocks, dinosaurs, construction, messes. However, his two biggest loves in life are cowboys and hooks. I know - hooks? He is OBSESSED with anything that has a hook. Including tow trucks, cranes, etc. When we got to my mom's house it took him .2 seconds to find something with a hook. He found a dog leash with a clasp on the end. Sometimes he'll pull the tails off of his animal toys because they curl up in the shape of a hook. Then, asks to sleep with them. I have no idea what the attraction is, but it's all Owen. I've added a video of him opening presents mostly for Ryan's enjoyment. We were pretty bummed he wasn't here for the big day, as was he. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1hZnrANuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DV6puZ8-egY/s1600-h/IMG_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223438235593619170 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1hZnrANuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DV6puZ8-egY/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; It was a cowboy birthday. Owen was so excited. He had one of his favorite meals, tacos. He got to wear a cowboy hat, sit at the head of the table, and drink out of a cowboy boot. Does life really get any better than that? &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1hGptt-tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K3I2T9J_-uw/s1600-h/IMG_2405.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223437909724363474 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1hGptt-tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K3I2T9J_-uw/s320/IMG_2405.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Going with the cowboy theme, he ate a horse shaped cake. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1pPTScqLI/AAAAAAAAADE/8kAgypF-q5M/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1pPTScqLI/AAAAAAAAADE/8kAgypF-q5M/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223446854416246962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday cowboy Owen! &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1gxh-w6DI/AAAAAAAAACs/ETtD9ZUciuU/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223437546871121970 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1gxh-w6DI/AAAAAAAAACs/ETtD9ZUciuU/s320/IMG_2407.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; We love you owen and Dad sends his birthday wishes too. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1gbU847wI/AAAAAAAAACk/11ke3c6KlfI/s1600-h/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223437165416476418 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1gbU847wI/AAAAAAAAACk/11ke3c6KlfI/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Being lucky enough to be at Nana and Grandpa's house for his birthday this year, Great Grandma Struchen got to come too. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1f-HbpAFI/AAAAAAAAACc/oP7vZiv_KcU/s1600-h/IMG_2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223436663571152978 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1f-HbpAFI/AAAAAAAAACc/oP7vZiv_KcU/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-6342893949983711024?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/6342893949983711024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=6342893949983711024' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6342893949983711024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6342893949983711024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-owen.html' title='Happy Birthday Owen'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SH1hZnrANuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DV6puZ8-egY/s72-c/IMG_2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-649535379303335965</id><published>2008-07-12T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:09:36.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>So, to fill part of our month's time in Idaho while Ryan is off at boot camp we went to Pocatello to visit my sister for a few days.  The kids loved playing with her little girl.  We went to story time, a petting zoo, parks, pizza at Craigo's (an absolute treat.  Anyone who lived in Rexburg knows what I'm talking about).  On our last day we went to an awesome water park.  They had a blast!  They are both little fish.  Poor Ava just doesn't understand she can't crawl right into the deep end.  It had a really great play place in the middle of the kiddie pool that kept Owen busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlut9dPwMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u676Suuenp4/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlut9dPwMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u676Suuenp4/s320/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222326978783199426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Argh!  Come here matey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlwFW7MPkI/AAAAAAAAACM/-CNZ7iN5H4c/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlwFW7MPkI/AAAAAAAAACM/-CNZ7iN5H4c/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222328480268303938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, Owen thinking he's steering a pirate ship.  Owen's dream, next to being a cowboy, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlvQNId3iI/AAAAAAAAACE/6p5NQ6_Vbik/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlvQNId3iI/AAAAAAAAACE/6p5NQ6_Vbik/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222327567106563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava's constant fight to swim on her own. Absolutely no understanding of her bounderies.  The joy of a 1 year old.  It's only begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlwfJBSl3I/AAAAAAAAACU/uZLtimfxhcE/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlwfJBSl3I/AAAAAAAAACU/uZLtimfxhcE/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222328923212388210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen's attempt to make a silly face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-649535379303335965?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/649535379303335965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=649535379303335965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/649535379303335965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/649535379303335965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SHlut9dPwMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/u676Suuenp4/s72-c/DSC01204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-6431458029016899978</id><published>2008-07-04T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:43:20.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7ZKG0ZNwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2VuAzA9jUUc/s1600-h/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7ZKG0ZNwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2VuAzA9jUUc/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219347785821271810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7Y0iEsN7I/AAAAAAAAABs/-FdTkoMGgZs/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7Y0iEsN7I/AAAAAAAAABs/-FdTkoMGgZs/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219347415180261298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7YefMBNsI/AAAAAAAAABk/j40ELfmHR2c/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7YefMBNsI/AAAAAAAAABk/j40ELfmHR2c/s320/IMG_2386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219347036448569026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7X7Gc6-AI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEvrsZNTL10/s1600-h/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7X7Gc6-AI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEvrsZNTL10/s320/IMG_2378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219346428513155074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight was definetely a chance for Owen to practice his own independance when all teachings of never to play with fire went out the window.  This is the first time Owen has been able to semi-understand the 4th of July.  After debating all day whether I should keep him up until 10:30 to see the city fireworks in the sky (he usually goes to bed and 7:30), I decided simple sparklers would do the job and we wouldn't have to suffer the wrath of a overtired Owen tomorrow when he is behind on his sleep.  So, with Ryan gone we are visiting Nana and Grandpa for the month.  We lit some sparklers in the back yard.  Sadly, it was still light out.  But, the kids (Owen and cousins) had a ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I have to say this holiday has always been special to me.  I really appreciate being born in a country where I can choose my own religion, and other freedoms.  I feel I've been so blessed in my life. With Ryan in the Air Force now and living on base, we've met a lot of families with deployed husbands.  I've gained a whole new appreciation for what they go through. Of course, just having our own #1 man in our lives gone for the month has also helped with that appreciation even though it doesn't compare to anything others have gone through.  Happy 4th to everyone.  God bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-6431458029016899978?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/6431458029016899978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=6431458029016899978' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6431458029016899978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6431458029016899978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-inedpendence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SG7ZKG0ZNwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2VuAzA9jUUc/s72-c/IMG_2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-3589134334444549798</id><published>2008-07-02T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:30:16.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9ae166b2ff1652a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ae166b2ff1652a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D64748F052A86C7E0BD4FCFD527C503A58F4327.5BE7A16D3AB44FB1408F55BE2641A685D2F80DF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ae166b2ff1652a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDxdPlnXR6hWNI-wTuhUmotPtwHs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9ae166b2ff1652a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925481%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D64748F052A86C7E0BD4FCFD527C503A58F4327.5BE7A16D3AB44FB1408F55BE2641A685D2F80DF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9ae166b2ff1652a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDxdPlnXR6hWNI-wTuhUmotPtwHs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On June 18, our little girl has actually turned one. Since we're new to the blog world, it's just now getting posted. Really though, I can't believe we've already had an entire year with her. I honestly feel like we just met her for the first time just a couple months ago. It's amazing and sad how fast everything goes the second time around. She's really growing and doing new tricks all the time. We love having a daughter. There is something so sweet about her. Of course, we love our Owen. But Ava definitely brings something special to our family already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite things about Ava: &lt;br /&gt;Bright blue eyes (a real miracle when Ryan's and his whole family's are brown) &lt;br /&gt;Curly hair (slowly getting more of it) &lt;br /&gt;Kisses &lt;br /&gt;Chubbiness &lt;br /&gt;Noises she's constantly making, like her tiger's purr &lt;br /&gt;How she'll wrap her arms around you while you hold her, and pat you on the back while you pat her &lt;br /&gt;How she'll go to sleep right when you lay her down - priceless &lt;br /&gt;Her fun people personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We absolutely love you Ava. We are so blessed to have you in our family. Happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-3589134334444549798?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ae166b2ff1652a3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/3589134334444549798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=3589134334444549798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3589134334444549798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/3589134334444549798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/avas-1st-birthday.html' title='Ava&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853979949042389448.post-6976862489711472892</id><published>2008-07-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:43:10.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SGwunO27wzI/AAAAAAAAABU/XdYV32Fgjig/s1600-h/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SGwunO27wzI/AAAAAAAAABU/XdYV32Fgjig/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218597319753843506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye Bye Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan left for Alabama this week where he will complete 5 1/2 weeks of officer training with the U.S. Air Force. Because he received a 3 year scholarship from the Air Force during dental school, we now owe them 3 years of our life in the service.  Before that can begin, he needed to go through training since we've literally done NOTHING except recieve their paycheck every month for the last 3 years.  Nows time to pony up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we hear it's not as bad as the enlisted boot camp others go through.  However, he did get a wakup call today at 4:30 am and when his roommate called the female officer, "Sir," he got a, "IT'S MA AM, AND I CAN SHOW YOU THE DIFFERENCE."  Luckily she didn't elaborate. We're thinking he'll have a lot of stories to share after this month.  Luckily, his good friend Richard Luff is there going through it with him.  Some moral support may be needed at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really we're hoping our time with the Air Force will give Ryan a couple extra years of training (one year for sure with his general practice residency) and then a couple more good years of experience before we decide where to settle down and buy a practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking about you every minute Ryan.  Hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853979949042389448-6976862489711472892?l=whatsupwallis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/feeds/6976862489711472892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853979949042389448&amp;postID=6976862489711472892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6976862489711472892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853979949042389448/posts/default/6976862489711472892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsupwallis.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye-dad-ryan-left-for-alabama-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan, Karen, Owen, and Ava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13857260995835393990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joMe8s0KGJk/SGwunO27wzI/AAAAAAAAABU/XdYV32Fgjig/s72-c/IMG_2364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
