<?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-6045351724280832419</id><updated>2012-02-13T18:59:01.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our extraordinary life in an ordinary world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-2638792055120426526</id><published>2011-09-11T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:44:02.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years...</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago J and I celebrated six years of marriage. I could have sworn it was 7, but I looked at the calendar and its only 6. Weird. We aren't celebratory people so we typically don't do much for holidays or events but I really wanted to go to the Josh Groban concert and I needed a way to justify the cost...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great concert. We had floor seats and we were about 40 (ish) yards from the stage but we were seriously within 10 feet of him when he was singing on his mini-middle of the floor-just him alone stage thing. We saw the sweat on his face. He is a great performer. Knowing we would be some of the younger kiddos there and the genre of music doesn't really induce screaming/jumping/mosh pit fun we weren't sure what to expect but he did a great job. It was fun and we really enjoyed our time out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all six years was pretty darn good. Here's to another six or so. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-2638792055120426526?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2638792055120426526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=2638792055120426526' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2638792055120426526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2638792055120426526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/09/6-years.html' title='6 years...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-436585198608949854</id><published>2011-08-09T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T10:14:57.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup.</title><content type='html'>She is walking...officially. My baby MJ girl is full on walking. She still crawls faster, but she thinks she is all that when she is cruisin' around all upright and stuff. The problem with kids growing up is that they actually do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other EXTREMELY exciting news...TJ was recently sick with a cold and for the FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE he didn't wake me up every hour or require me to sleep on the floor next to him. He took some meds before bed and took care of himself the rest of the time. This kind of growing up is not only acceptable, but encouraged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-436585198608949854?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/436585198608949854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=436585198608949854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/436585198608949854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/436585198608949854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/08/yup.html' title='Yup.'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5246194532984358489</id><published>2011-07-23T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:54:42.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, there's this guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, this guy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is great to have around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is on-time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is good with the kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He listens to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is dependable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He works hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He really makes me feel that making ME happy is what is most important to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I sleep better at night knowing he is watching out for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think he is afraid o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;ANYTHING...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...And other than J and T, he just might be the only guy I cant live without...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Enter:Justin, bug guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYOIPjAQDc4/Tis9Y8mmnqI/AAAAAAAAANs/mht7K2mmGpQ/s200/DSC01210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was talking with J the other night about the show Survivor. We were talking about what the contestants do for a shot at a million dollars. I mean, its a lot of money. The things I could do with a million dollars! Heck, the things I could do with 125 dollars! (which happens to be the amount of money KW was paid to eat a beetle the size of my little finger). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;But to be absolutely honest...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do it. Its not in the Bible or anything but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure after Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden, Eve looked at Adam and said " You have GOT to be kidding me...I&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember a mention of bugs in this plan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I promised myself &lt;i&gt;these:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cozypad.com/wp-content/uploads/cockroach_picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; would not be a part of my life anymore. Once in Hawaii, one of my roommates grabbed a box of cereal and poured herself a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms and Roaches. Oh, you haven't heard of it? Yeah, its full of sugar and protein. Nothing like watching your cereal look back at you before making a clean getaway. As if that wasn't enough for my low bug tolerance later that night as I was laying in bed (in 86 degree weather, no AC in my house, and a sheet stuffed tightly around my body), I heard that disgusting noise of little legs crawling along the walls and the floor. I reach over and clicked on the lamp and right above me on the wall was a cockroach a good 4-5 inches long just waiting to attack me in my most vulnerable state. We made eye-contact, he smirked at me, I picked up a shoe, he ran. As he ran away I'm certain I heard him saying "I'll be back." Didn't sleep much the rest of that night-or that year. I began sleeping flat on my back with a shoe under my arm and a flashlight (left on) shining on the wall above my head. I assumed that since I rarely saw cockroaches during the day that they must be scared of the light. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;danno&lt;/span&gt;..made sense in my head. I also heard that those particular bugs get eaten by gecko's. I chose the lesser of 2 evils and I recruited a couple of geckos to put in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we bought our house last year I told J that he had to find me a good quality bug guy. He asked around at work and found a co-worker who shares my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;animosity&lt;/span&gt; for such creatures and she told us about the company she used. She said "I called a bunch of people in the phone book and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;BULWARK &lt;/span&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; the only one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GUARANTEED&lt;/span&gt; against scorpions." (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;...Come again? Scorpions...add that one to the list.) I verified that with a scorpion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; also comes death to cockroaches, crickets, beetles, ants, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its not just the interior. I mean, its awesome that I can get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night without a having to check the toilet seat first. Its wicked cool that I can leave dishes in my kitchen sink and there are NO bugs feasting on them when I wake up in the morning. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; extraordinary that I can check on my kids and not find some nasty specimen CRAWLING ON MY KIDS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FOREHEAD&lt;/span&gt; while he is sleeping (true story). But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;do you know how cool it is that as I walk down the street at night my house is the ONLY one that doesn't have crickets and cockroaches out on the prowl?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Before we put our sod in, we noticed we had ants all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-determined sod area. Not just a few, but like a zillion and 3/4 of a billion. Justin noticed it and said "Hey, I saw you have ants back there, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; I come back next week and bring my super awesome, powerful, die ants die spray and take a shot at it." Um...OKAY. He did...FOUR TIMES till those buggers were ERADICATED! Gone-done for-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;outa&lt;/span&gt; here. By the way, did I mention that EVERY FOLLOW-UP was FREE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking no charge, keep your pennies in your pocket, on the house, FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Have I mentioned that in the (almost) year we have lived her I have only seen 2 spiders in my house, and 2 (dead) cockroaches in my garage. Boo to the YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, call this a testimonial, an advertisement, a shout-out, or just plain old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. But Justin, You had me at hello...You had me at hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For all you Vegas (and AZ, UT, GA, TX) area readers, if you are interested (and I know you are) check out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bulwarkpestcontrol.com/lasvegaspestcontrol.php?gclid=CLnstaCPrKkCFQEQbAod_xGPKA"&gt;http://www.bulwarkpestcontrol.com/lasvegaspestcontrol.php?gclid=CLnstaCPrKkCFQEQbAod_xGPKA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Please leave a comment if you think this post deserves to WIN 1 year of free Bulwark Service and if you think that Justin deserves a raise... :) )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5246194532984358489?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5246194532984358489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5246194532984358489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5246194532984358489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5246194532984358489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-theres-this-guy.html' title='So, there&apos;s this guy...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/-zYOIPjAQDc4/Tis9Y8mmnqI/AAAAAAAAANs/mht7K2mmGpQ/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6518566689065613683</id><published>2011-06-21T13:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:11:19.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited pix of MJ</title><content type='html'>These were all taken within the past two weeks. Yes, she does look just like her Daddy and her brother. I recently had a friend say "So, what part of you did your kids get..." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um....still waiting on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my cute 1 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEPPfXIdYm8/TgDsjFmTw4I/AAAAAAAAANk/LsCDVQgbfFI/s1600/DSC01193.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEPPfXIdYm8/TgDsjFmTw4I/AAAAAAAAANk/LsCDVQgbfFI/s200/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620752422500811650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWozvVA5-CY/TgDsdXA_FCI/AAAAAAAAANc/XSvqvgGxe3I/s1600/DSC01189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWozvVA5-CY/TgDsdXA_FCI/AAAAAAAAANc/XSvqvgGxe3I/s200/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620752324096889890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TWYCYFrgR4/TgDsXPSljOI/AAAAAAAAANU/8gt-UBS-BbI/s1600/DSC01194.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TWYCYFrgR4/TgDsXPSljOI/AAAAAAAAANU/8gt-UBS-BbI/s200/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620752218944015586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rO5gKgnhpP4/TgDsNKlTpBI/AAAAAAAAANM/7XgKlP-QyCg/s1600/DSC01173.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rO5gKgnhpP4/TgDsNKlTpBI/AAAAAAAAANM/7XgKlP-QyCg/s200/DSC01173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620752045881664530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGSJFcLOJhI/TgDsFHgV6-I/AAAAAAAAANE/WMhtMfQx7KM/s1600/DSC01168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGSJFcLOJhI/TgDsFHgV6-I/AAAAAAAAANE/WMhtMfQx7KM/s200/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620751907616582626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6518566689065613683?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6518566689065613683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6518566689065613683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6518566689065613683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6518566689065613683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-awaited-pix-of-mj.html' title='Long awaited pix of MJ'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/-cEPPfXIdYm8/TgDsjFmTw4I/AAAAAAAAANk/LsCDVQgbfFI/s72-c/DSC01193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5731920543346510445</id><published>2011-06-17T08:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:48:22.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So much has happened in a year. We can't believe how fast it has gone, how difficult some of it has been, and how incredibly rewarding it has been as well! We have been incredibly blessed in the past year and it starts with the birth of "sissy-boo." As many may know she was our miracle. She continues to bless our lives every single day. My favorite thing to do is to leave her and T alone and watch them as the play, giggle, chase each other, and love on each other. The bond they have is unbelievable, undeniable, and unbreakable! They are best friends, but I am a close second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MJ is a momma's girl. I cant do much without her hanging on my legs. If daddy is home and isn't giving her constant attention she will find me and hang on my legs whining till I pick her up. I try and tell myself to enjoy it? I guess its nice to know that there is at least 1 little person out there who prefers me to anyone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True to form, she wakes up at night quite often just like her brother. She is starting to sleep pretty consistently and some nights I'm only up with her once. (this is amazing people). J is great to help out but more often than not it's me who "gets" to put her back to sleep. Sometimes it's walking around the house talking to her, rocking her, or just singing to her. For whatever reason, our kids don't like sleep all that much and that wears on me big time. My children have definitely helped me develop a little bit more patience. Seeing my little baby girl when she is most vulnerable and needy I cant help but be grateful that I have her here, even if it is 3 in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love this baby so much. She is *one* of the greatest things that has ever happened to us. She is calm, laid back, happy, and loving. She is a huge baby just like her brother. Last time I weighed her she was a whopping 26 pounds. Both she and her brother are dense humans. No rolls, not to much baby fat, but downright dense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves water. I mean LOVES water. Drink it, play in it, get thrown in it, get it thrown on her, etc. She is a water baby! She even loves gasping for air after swallowing to much. The girl is crazy. She has learned how to tip herself forward while she is in her infant tube so she can dunk herself head first. Total drowning hazard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has bright blue eyes, crazy fluffy hair, a killer smile, and she loves to dance. If music is on, she just grooves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to wave and blow kisses. She gets shy sometimes and buries her head into my shoulder until she feels comfortable. She gets scared of big things very easily. Dogs, fish (yep), large weighted toys that bounce back when you hit them (found that out today). She wants to be held whenever she is nervous and she makes a very nervous grunting "ooohh-ing" noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MJ we love you so much. Thank you for being something light when its dark, something beautiful and calm in an ugly and scary time, and for being something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; in an ordinary world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post pictures sometime...yeah, Im not very good at that but Im really going to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5731920543346510445?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5731920543346510445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5731920543346510445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5731920543346510445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5731920543346510445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My baby is One!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-3781151368335300527</id><published>2011-06-10T12:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:02:01.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, there's this guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, this guy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is great to have around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is on-time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is good with the kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He listens to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He is dependable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He works hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He really makes me feel that making ME happy is what is most important to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I sleep better at night knowing he is watching out for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think he is afraid o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;ANYTHING...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...And other than J and T, he just might be the only guy I cant live without...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enter:Justin, bug guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYOIPjAQDc4/Tis9Y8mmnqI/AAAAAAAAANs/mht7K2mmGpQ/s200/DSC01210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was talking with J the other night about the show Survivor. We were talking about what the contestants do for a shot at a million dollars. I mean, its a lot of money. The things I could do with a million dollars! Heck, the things I could do with 125 dollars! (which happens to be the amount of money KW was paid to eat a beetle the size of my little finger). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;But to be absolutely honest...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do it. Its not in the Bible or anything but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure after Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden, Eve looked at Adam and said " You have GOT to be kidding me...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember a mention of bugs in this plan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I promised myself &lt;i&gt;these:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cozypad.com/wp-content/uploads/cockroach_picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;  would not be a part of my life anymore. Once in Hawaii, one of my roommates grabbed a box of cereal and poured herself a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms and Roaches. Oh, you haven't heard of it? Yeah, its full of sugar and protein. Nothing like watching your cereal look back at you before making a clean getaway. As if that wasn't enough for my low bug tolerance later that night as I was laying in bed (in 86 degree weather, no AC in my house, and a sheet stuffed tightly around my body), I heard that disgusting noise of little legs crawling along the walls and the floor. I reach over and clicked on the lamp and right above me on the wall was a cockroach a good 4-5 inches long just waiting to attack me in my most vulnerable state. We made eye-contact, he smirked at me, I picked up a shoe, he ran. As he ran away I'm certain I heard him saying "I'll be back." Didn't sleep much the rest of that night-or that year. I began sleeping flat on my back with a shoe under my arm and a flashlight (left on) shining on the wall above my head. I assumed that since I rarely saw cockroaches during the day that they must be scared of the light. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;danno&lt;/span&gt;..made sense in my head. I also heard that those particular bugs get eaten by gecko's. I chose the lesser of 2 evils and I recruited a couple of geckos to put in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When we bought our house last year I told J that he had to find me a good quality bug guy. He asked around at work and found a co-worker who shares my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;animosity&lt;/span&gt; for such creatures and she told us about the company she used. She said "I called a bunch of people in the phone book and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic; "&gt;BULWARK &lt;/span&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; the only one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GUARANTEED&lt;/span&gt; against scorpions." (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;...Come again? Scorpions...add that one to the list.)  I verified that with a scorpion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; also comes death to cockroaches, crickets, beetles, ants, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Its not just the interior. I mean, its awesome that I can get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night without a having to check the toilet seat first. Its wicked cool that I can leave dishes in my kitchen sink and there are NO bugs feasting on them when I wake up in the morning. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; extraordinary that I can check on my kids and not find some nasty specimen CRAWLING ON MY KIDS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FOREHEAD&lt;/span&gt; while he is sleeping (true story). But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;do you know how cool it is that as I walk down the street at night my house is the ONLY one that doesn't have crickets and cockroaches out on the prowl?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Before we put our sod in, we noticed we had ants all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-determined sod area. Not just a few, but like a zillion and 3/4 of a billion. Justin noticed it and said "Hey, I saw you have ants back there, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; I come back next week and bring my super awesome, powerful, die ants die spray and take a shot at it." Um...OKAY. He did...FOUR TIMES till those buggers were ERADICATED! Gone-done for-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;outa&lt;/span&gt; here. By the way, did I mention that EVERY FOLLOW-UP was FREE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking no charge, keep your pennies in your pocket, on the house, FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Have I mentioned that in the (almost) year we have lived her I have only seen 2 spiders in my house, and 2 (dead) cockroaches in my garage. Boo to the YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, call this a testimonial, an advertisement, a shout-out, or just plain old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.  But Justin, You had me at hello...You had me at hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For all you Vegas (and AZ, UT, GA, TX) area readers, if you are interested (and I know you are) check out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bulwarkpestcontrol.com/lasvegaspestcontrol.php?gclid=CLnstaCPrKkCFQEQbAod_xGPKA"&gt;http://www.bulwarkpestcontrol.com/lasvegaspestcontrol.php?gclid=CLnstaCPrKkCFQEQbAod_xGPKA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(Please leave a comment if you think this post deserves to WIN 1 year of free Bulwark Service and if you think that Justin deserves a raise... :) )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-3781151368335300527?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3781151368335300527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=3781151368335300527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3781151368335300527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3781151368335300527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-theres-this-guy.html' title='So, there&apos;s this guy...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/-zYOIPjAQDc4/Tis9Y8mmnqI/AAAAAAAAANs/mht7K2mmGpQ/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-585742227661391554</id><published>2011-04-06T13:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:16:40.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more pix of la Casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DWgrCmKqo/TZzIf88LQ3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/qKaojAb1Fbc/s1600/DSC01147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DWgrCmKqo/TZzIf88LQ3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/qKaojAb1Fbc/s200/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592565288547337074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh...My favorite room. My kitchen. It is a working kitchen so it is rarely clear of dishes and food. It looks okay in the pix. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3idDJEm-LCw/TZzIfsugDgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7YRWfIafd4c/s1600/DSC01146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3idDJEm-LCw/TZzIfsugDgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7YRWfIafd4c/s200/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592565284195012098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 more of the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGuxlkE-kTo/TZzH1yzs4XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H5QK3JWl164/s1600/DSC01144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGuxlkE-kTo/TZzH1yzs4XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/H5QK3JWl164/s200/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564564272931186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downstairs bathroom/Guest bathroom. It isnt quite as blue as it looks. Its more of a "sea breeze" blue (thats what the can said).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDY1o7ipXyE/TZzH1RoZLSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/biVpPeas69E/s1600/DSC01143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDY1o7ipXyE/TZzH1RoZLSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/biVpPeas69E/s200/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564555367132450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entry way from the landing. It looks a little weird. I love the tile-its one of my favorite features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUQnlTdzDkk/TZzH06rYv5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/m2s6hi3nlps/s1600/DSC01142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUQnlTdzDkk/TZzH06rYv5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/m2s6hi3nlps/s200/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564549205671826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entry way to stairs from front door. Living and dining are to the left and family room is through the large archway at the right of the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmhEafVc54o/TZzH0WXKj2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2lmThW6b8BI/s1600/DSC01141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmhEafVc54o/TZzH0WXKj2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2lmThW6b8BI/s200/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564539457179490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living room area. I know the pictures aren't centered on the sofa. I am still playing with furniture placement. If only I had a piano then I would know where to put everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6yJuAAN-II/TZzH0NEotHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NCpxggam-nU/s1600/DSC01140.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6yJuAAN-II/TZzH0NEotHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NCpxggam-nU/s200/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564536963544178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dining area. We use this everyday. We always eat out meals as a family at the dining table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still to come is the master bed/bath, family room, and guest room. I will keep you on edge till the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-585742227661391554?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/585742227661391554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=585742227661391554' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/585742227661391554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/585742227661391554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/04/few-more-pix-of-la-casa.html' title='A few more pix of la Casa'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/-5_DWgrCmKqo/TZzIf88LQ3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/qKaojAb1Fbc/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8744209639373830766</id><published>2011-03-09T20:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:16:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4th Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ycc8UA6eOE/TXhQdMGrwiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/auzQr5dQucA/s1600/BAP_6930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ycc8UA6eOE/TXhQdMGrwiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/auzQr5dQucA/s200/BAP_6930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582300200521417250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpsqYkN0osQ/TXhQOitIPHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VcheWhcozO0/s1600/Ty%2BNewborn-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpsqYkN0osQ/TXhQOitIPHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VcheWhcozO0/s200/Ty%2BNewborn-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582299948890209394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my 4th anniversary of becoming a mother. My sweet little TJ turned 4 and it was a big day for me. This was the first birthday he had that he wasn't my baby. This was the first time we had a big "all for TJ" party. It was the first birthday in a new house and a new place, and his first birthday without cousins and grandparents. :( &lt;div&gt;It was a good day though. He woke up happy, he was thrilled the whole day and he couldn't have been happier about us falling all over him. This afternoon he looked at his daddy and said "I sure do like it when its my birthday." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this little guy so much. He has changed my life. Because if him, I got something that I can never lose or have taken away from me. He made me a mom. 4 years ago he stole my heart (and every night of sleep since then).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday TJ! I love you so much. You are the funniest, sweetest, smartest and most handsome 4 year old I know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8744209639373830766?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8744209639373830766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8744209639373830766' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8744209639373830766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8744209639373830766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-4th-anniversary.html' title='My 4th Anniversary.'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/-8ycc8UA6eOE/TXhQdMGrwiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/auzQr5dQucA/s72-c/BAP_6930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7985792205467972652</id><published>2011-03-05T09:51:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:27:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new digs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeeMTzqMoTI/TXJ-988cRoI/AAAAAAAAALw/DWrO6Y4E4uY/s1600/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeeMTzqMoTI/TXJ-988cRoI/AAAAAAAAALw/DWrO6Y4E4uY/s200/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580662491062224514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just the upstairs landing area. I just really like our wrap around banister and I am going to make that wall with a lot more family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nogwp9eywtE/TXJ-zmVzkWI/AAAAAAAAALo/Dku4BkvFyMQ/s1600/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nogwp9eywtE/TXJ-zmVzkWI/AAAAAAAAALo/Dku4BkvFyMQ/s200/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580662313195901282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ow_kG1cvt0/TXJ-YAquEYI/AAAAAAAAALg/frDNFKUdcYk/s1600/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ow_kG1cvt0/TXJ-YAquEYI/AAAAAAAAALg/frDNFKUdcYk/s200/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661839226605954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still doing LOTS of work on this room. Its the Hockey and hobby room. Still have lots of hockey stuff to hang up and it needs furniture. We have a twin bed to use as a secondary guest room and we want to put a computer desk in here. For now its where I do all my sewing projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVZpCHC8dc8/TXJ-BXjcA1I/AAAAAAAAALY/kzMb6GDWwYg/s1600/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVZpCHC8dc8/TXJ-BXjcA1I/AAAAAAAAALY/kzMb6GDWwYg/s200/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580661450233086802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6YKLMLvLg/TXJ9ZWRYokI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7vMoZjYrZNM/s1600/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6YKLMLvLg/TXJ9ZWRYokI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7vMoZjYrZNM/s200/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660762694165058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T's room (obviously) The blue wall isnt quite as bright as the pictures makes it seem. Still working on his decor as well. (Cant quite figure out what to do on the wall above his bed!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hB3iGMOVkTY/TXJ87QC5E6I/AAAAAAAAALI/FhZy-NTezwU/s1600/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hB3iGMOVkTY/TXJ87QC5E6I/AAAAAAAAALI/FhZy-NTezwU/s200/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580660245626688418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids bathroom and my cute boy. There are frogs everywhere...cant really see them in the pic though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvLyZ0Z9D4E/TXJ8pz_PDJI/AAAAAAAAALA/CcwvSm2u_YY/s1600/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvLyZ0Z9D4E/TXJ8pz_PDJI/AAAAAAAAALA/CcwvSm2u_YY/s200/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580659946037382290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0okfa8raI4M/TXJ8I1OfvTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Mt4oxmU9I8/s1600/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0okfa8raI4M/TXJ8I1OfvTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Mt4oxmU9I8/s200/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580659379434143026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This is MJ's room. I still have a lot of work to do in terms of decor... I thought about buying a black crib but opted out. Above her bed there are flowers and butterflies and the frames say "MJ" and ladybugs surrounding the frames. And...to draw your attention to the ADORABLE dust ruffle...yeah, I MADE THAT. (quickly becoming my favorite room in the house -other than the kitchen- and the room I am most proud of!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiXOyMKz0Ks/TXJ7mO2KxKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ypyfTrGyL6c/s1600/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiXOyMKz0Ks/TXJ7mO2KxKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ypyfTrGyL6c/s200/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580658785016005794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is our loft which we call our playroom. :) On the wall above the couch I am going to put lots of pix of my kids playing and on the wall above the hockey net I am going to put a large corkboard to display all of the beautiful artwork that is accumulating on my fridge. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So enjoy this post, it could be awhile before you get another one. I still have the whole downstairs to take pix of as well as the master bed/bath. Aren't you excited.  If you dont want to wait for pictures you are WELCOME to come and stop in. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7985792205467972652?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7985792205467972652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7985792205467972652' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7985792205467972652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7985792205467972652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-digs.html' title='The new digs'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/-MeeMTzqMoTI/TXJ-988cRoI/AAAAAAAAALw/DWrO6Y4E4uY/s72-c/DSC01091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7374140500959060916</id><published>2011-02-14T10:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:47:37.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to update</title><content type='html'>I need to update the blog, and the layout. I just dont know how-I will figure it out somehow. Plus I dont know if I have any cute recent pictures of baby MJ--pictures where she looks like a girl and not a replica of her brother and father. Shes cute, dont get me wrong-she just needs a little more hair or something. This is a big week for me. My good friend is coming to Vegas for a photography conference and she will be taking pictures for me. Pix of my kids, pix of the fam, pix of it all. Not sure this has happened in YEARS. It will be fun to have new updated pix of us-add a little flavor to this drab blog. Im excited to have new pictures. The world deserves to see the beauty that is my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7374140500959060916?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7374140500959060916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7374140500959060916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7374140500959060916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7374140500959060916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-to-update.html' title='I need to update'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1897652116428592880</id><published>2011-01-01T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:19:44.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>Lets try not to stress out so much shall we? Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1897652116428592880?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1897652116428592880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1897652116428592880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1897652116428592880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1897652116428592880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1668505178790798175</id><published>2010-12-24T09:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:37:40.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>We aren't Christmas Card people but if we were to do one, this is the year to do it I guess. It has been quite a year for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the year with J in his last semester at the University of Utah completing his Doctorate of Physical Therapy and having some interviews for jobs. He graduated in May and began working for Las Vegas Rehab (a Kindred Health facility) shortly there after. T and I stayed with my mom in Orem, UT until we welcomed MJ, the newest addition to our family in the middle of June. The first week of July the kids and I made the trip to Las Vegas. A few months later we were able to purchase our first home. We are so blessed to have such a beautiful home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is continuing to play hockey as well as ref. He enjoys his job and he is very good at it. He is pretty much the go-to guy for wounds in the rehab division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is quickly approaching 4 years old and he is getting way to smart for his own good. We are all very anxious and excited to get him in school! He adores his baby sister and has a deep love and concern for her. Every morning when he wakes up the first thing he does is run into her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ has now passed her 6 month mark and is learning and developing perfectly. She is getting all to close to wanting to crawl and she and her brother have such an incredible bond. She prefers him to everyone else and smiles for him in a way she wont smile for anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep up with two children. Its true what they say...it is more than double the work of one! But completely worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to see what a new year brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love all of our friends and family and the support we have received from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1668505178790798175?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1668505178790798175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1668505178790798175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1668505178790798175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1668505178790798175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-christmas-card.html' title='Our Christmas Card'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6694736703197148713</id><published>2010-11-22T08:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:44:12.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEYWORLD</title><content type='html'>Our trip to DisneyWorld was amazing! We had so much fun with J's family! We all flew in last Saturday and then spent Monday-Friday at DisneyWorld and then sadly we all left our different ways to go home on Saturday. Sunday was our nieces 7th birthday so we had a family party for her. Monday was my Father in Laws 60th birthday (the reason for the trip). We spent the day at Magic Kingdom. We had so much fun! T was beside himself with joy! MJ did very well considering most of her time was spent in a stroller! T went on all but 2 rides he was tall enough to go on! He did great on some...okay on others. Jason put it best when he said "Being tall enough to ride and old enough to enjoy are two very different things." Tuesday we spent at Animal Kingdom, Wednesday at Epcot (and more Magic Kingdom), Thursday at Hollywood Studios, and Friday at Magic Kingdom again. We were all spoiled absolutely rotten and it was an awesome family vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is what prompted J's comment.&lt;br /&gt;(I want to make it clear that this was the SECOND time T went on Splash Mountain. The first time he was all smiles and giggled most of the time. When we got off (SOAKED) he asked me if we could go again...so we did. The second time he didnt do so well. I think its because 1)we got stuck on the ride for an additional 15 minutes 2)he had me and Jason telling him "its okay, its just a small drop, you are okay, blah blah blah the whole time and 3)he inherited his mothers anxiety because the whole time he kept waiting anxiously for the "big drop." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/TOqPtG0Ew2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Lcm9EOxS01U/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/TOqPtG0Ew2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Lcm9EOxS01U/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542400296518730594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6694736703197148713?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6694736703197148713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6694736703197148713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6694736703197148713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6694736703197148713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/11/disneyworld.html' title='DISNEYWORLD'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/TOqPtG0Ew2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Lcm9EOxS01U/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5502911613341742243</id><published>2010-10-08T11:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:50:21.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our house...</title><content type='html'>Sadly I admit I still have no pictures. We are getting internet connected on MONDAY so no more of this silly phone internet stuff. Then pictures will be coming shortly. For now you get more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week before we found this house Jason asked our realtor (who happens to be his aunts best friend) if she has ever had clients that it took so long to find a house. She said no. Haha. It wasn't our fault either! We offered on 6 propertires-all of which were owner or bank owned. Not a single short sale. Well we just kept praying that we would find the house that was right for us in the place we needed to be. Randomly 1 day I got crazy and expanded our search 10,000 more dollars and found this house. I was drawn to it but we had decided what we would spend on a house and we didn't want to go over. We didn't want to spend more than we had to for what we needed. Plus the market here is craxy good for buyers. Well, I kept the house in my search just to track it. At this point it was only on the market 6 days...a few days later the price dropped 11,000 dollars. We couldn't believe it! We looked at it the same day and put in an offer. A few days later it was verbally accepted and we drew up a contract. Then the bank tells us we are in a "highest and best" situation. We said nope. If our offer was good enough the 1st time its good enough now. A week later [we thought we had lost it] they called and asked if we were still interested with our original offer...um...YES! (We later found out there was no other offers). Well, after that it took less than a month to close. Now we are here. Its a gorgeous home and we are so lucky to be here. Our realtor said in her decades of real estate she has never seen a "too good too be true" property like this one. So a few details. It is 2 stories. About 2900 sq feet. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a loft upstairs and 1 bd, 1 bathroom, living\dining room, family room, laundry room and kitchen on the main floor. 2 car garage. An actual lot big enough to play in! (Vegas is not known for its yards) granite counters in a super pretty kitchen. We love love love it and we know this is where we should be. Our guest room is up and running so feel free to call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5502911613341742243?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5502911613341742243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5502911613341742243' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5502911613341742243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5502911613341742243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-house.html' title='our house...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1137503258456264709</id><published>2010-09-07T17:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:25:29.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its true...</title><content type='html'>WE. HAVE. A. HOUSE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to close at the end of September. So far, so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing house...Amazing price...and totally exciting for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS. we have a guest room so its exciting for everyone else too. :) Look forward to pictures plus more frequent blog posts because at said house we will have internet. Truth be told I will no longer have to try and navigate blogs and such with a smart phone. Boo to the yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1137503258456264709?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1137503258456264709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1137503258456264709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1137503258456264709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1137503258456264709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-true.html' title='Its true...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1060542901915433812</id><published>2010-08-06T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:05:39.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>adjusting</title><content type='html'>That is what we are doing...adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;We are all adjusting to little girl-though we all love her, T most especially, its been an adjustment. We are still adjusting to the heat. Not much to do with a 3 yr old and newborn when its 110^ outside, and when you live in a small two bedroom apt with no english speaking neighbors, no yard, no playground and no ward members within walking distance.poor T hasn't really played with friends since we left salt lake in May...neither have I. Jason has the car at work so we stay here most everyday...which means we are still adjusting to not having internet except on our small cell phones, not having t.v. (which is really hard when T wakes up early or when I'm feeding baby girl or just when I wanna watch the darn news! We like it here...we are just...ADJUSTING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that we will get in to one of the homes we are negotiating on. Which means...neighbors, a yard, more space, more rooms, internet, t.v., and someday another car... but we are still working on the friends thing. &lt;br /&gt; We miss our friends a whole darn lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we are adjusting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1060542901915433812?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1060542901915433812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1060542901915433812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1060542901915433812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1060542901915433812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/08/adjusting_06.html' title='adjusting'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7654317132510008086</id><published>2010-06-18T06:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:04:22.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A family of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/TBttRrB_rlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sRo9JhRyYtY/s1600/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/TBttRrB_rlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sRo9JhRyYtY/s200/MJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484097121630006866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine once told me that when she had her second child she felt like they were a "real family." I now understand what she means! Having a second child makes me feel more complete and instantly more respectable as a mom (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...true). We are so excited that our little miracle is here. I hate pregnancy and I had a hard time accepting the idea of having another child. I told J even on our way to the hospital that I wasn't ready and I really didn't know if I wanted to do this all over again! But when I looked at my perfect child everything changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This baby really is a miracle to us. She was wanted but never expected and she caused me much grief in the womb! Due to my doctor going out of town, trying to find a time for Jason to make it to her birth (because he has been out of town the past month), the fact that I "bake 'em fast", and that I have some TERRIBLE (and nasty) varicose and spider veins in my leg that cause problems my doctor scheduled an induction a few weeks before her actual due date (which ended up being dangerously close to when she would have come on her own!). We arrived at the hospital at 615 in the morning on the 17t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;. After all the paperwork we got to the room fully expecting to be able to start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; before 7. Well, little miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; started causing some concern even before I had any drugs in me (essentially her heart-rate was everywhere it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be and she was distressed)! So we had to wait for my doctor to come and check me out and discuss the possibility of a C-section and give the go ahead to start the drugs.  They started me at 745. My doctor broke my water immediately so he could attach some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;monitors&lt;/span&gt; to her and have fluids continuously flushing through the womb. I had to lay completely on my side the entire time and be on oxygen to get her more air-not comfy. When I was admitted I was at a 3.  Two and a half hours later (at 1015) I was at a 4. It was frustrating that it seemed to go so slow! Well, 25 minutes later I was at a 10 and complete. My doc came in and I pushed ONCE and he even had to say "stop." She was born at 1040-less than 3 hours after they started me! (I went from a 4 to a 10 in less than 2 hours with T also and I pushed twice with him). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asked me if I loved her. They asked me this because I had a hard time for the first few months with T. It took me a while to feel bonded to him and really feel like I loved him. This time, as much as I wanted to disassociated myself from the pregnancy,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; accept it,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; terribly excited about it-at the moment they put her on my chest I instantly loved her. It felt natural. I knew she belonged with us. She just fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love her very much and we are so happy we finally have our little baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;. In her short hours of life we have already determined she looks just like her brother, she likes to sleep on her side, she is ALWAYS cold and has terrible circulation in her feet and hands (just like momma), and as terrible and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt; as it is...she is showing signs of having T's gag reflex (many of you know of this little problem...) I have my work cut out for me with these two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7654317132510008086?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7654317132510008086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7654317132510008086' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7654317132510008086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7654317132510008086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-of-4.html' title='A family of 4'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/TBttRrB_rlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sRo9JhRyYtY/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8435450239613287049</id><published>2010-05-30T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:45:04.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss...</title><content type='html'>Shoreline.&lt;div&gt;Our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The playgrounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy/Hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running in the hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah...and our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss so many of you so much. T asks for his friends all the time. He has asked me when we are going to go home to his house. Just today he told me he wants "his" nursery back. He is doing well but this change has been hard on all of us. We miss a lot of things and people! We miss all our friends---both toddler and adult! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8435450239613287049?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8435450239613287049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8435450239613287049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8435450239613287049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8435450239613287049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-miss.html' title='We miss...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7648003625974505787</id><published>2010-05-16T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:49:34.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not forever, just in Shoreline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The moment I have been dreading has arrived. As I sit in our apartment looking around at all the boxes, all of the wrapped furniture, the empty walls, I cant help but get a little teary. I am proud of and excited for Jason to be done with school and start working in the real world-but at what cost!!! I have grown to love so much about where we live-mostly who we live by. I have met some of the most incredible people and I have been blessed to learn from them as friends. I am not looking forward to leaving so many people that have become such a huge part of my life. I have felt loved, accepted, understood. I have learned how to be a better mother and a better friend. T has been accepted and loved by so many friends. J  has found people to relate to and talk to about school and "guy" stuff. We have all loved our experiences here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being our friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for trusting us with your children-and for being people we trust with our child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for listening &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for all the girls nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for the treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for my first ever real official all for me SHOWER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for teaching me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for loving me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7648003625974505787?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7648003625974505787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7648003625974505787' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7648003625974505787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7648003625974505787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-post.html' title='The Last Post...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-151241334771624147</id><published>2010-05-04T08:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:50:18.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; so stressed to move (in two weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could sleep in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have boxes all over my house...both full and empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could go grocery shopping and stock my shelves instead of trying to get rid of what I have and having no fun doing it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; moving in two weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish this parasite inside me would stop moving around and give me some peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; so concerned about the transition of insurance over the next few months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to leave us for a month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; moving in 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get heartburn with everything including water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish it was sunny outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish we had peace on earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I was happy to move in two weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish all my friends could move with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish this parasite would seriously STOP moving for like a minute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I trusted the government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wish my apartment would pack and clean itself (but not really, I typically like packing except when it means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; moving AWAY from where I want to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I mentioned I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; moving in two short weeks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venting over...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-151241334771624147?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/151241334771624147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=151241334771624147' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/151241334771624147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/151241334771624147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-3843127674045111006</id><published>2010-04-14T14:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:08:09.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At least he's honest...</title><content type='html'>Me : T, if you make another bad choice you will not get a treat bag to take in the car on the drive home (from grandma's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;(bad choice made moments later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay bud..sorry, but no treat bag. You made a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: T, should we go make you a treat bag to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Nope, I cannot have one because I made two bad choices...and in a minute, I will make three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of a three year old. This came a day before he looked at me and said "Mom, Im going to go hide so I can bend this card that I should not bend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-3843127674045111006?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3843127674045111006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=3843127674045111006' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3843127674045111006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3843127674045111006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-least-hes-honest.html' title='At least he&apos;s honest...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4408003405608396841</id><published>2010-03-29T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:47:29.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HE DID IT!</title><content type='html'>Its official. The only thing J has left to do is graduate. He has taken and PASSED his boards and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be happier! He is very relieved to have it all over. Now its going to be a breeze for him to finish his internship and get recognized as officially receiving his Doctorate of Physical Therapy. I am so proud of him! He has worked so hard, studied so much and slept very little to prepare for his future as a Physical Therapist and he is so excited about it. We all are! Its going to be a whole new experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS TO J! WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4408003405608396841?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4408003405608396841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4408003405608396841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4408003405608396841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4408003405608396841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-did-it.html' title='HE DID IT!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6366438534098014551</id><published>2010-03-19T10:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:00:55.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/gosw/1/0/O/6/1vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/gosw/1/0/O/6/1vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it became official a week ago. J has accepted an offer from a company in Las Vegas to be their "main" Wound Care Physical Therapist. He is very excited about the job, the people, the offer, and pretty much everything about working! The location itself is not ideal but we feel very strongly that we will be happy and that this will be a wonderful start to the next phase of our lives. To me it feels bittersweet to be leaving the life of a student. It has been easy, secure, safe, fun, and simple. We have enjoyed--and been extremely blessed these *almost* five years we have been married that J has been in school. But alas, it is time to move on into the cruel dark "real" world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J has done exceptionally well in school and all his internships and has been recruited and sought after by many people. I am so proud of him for working so hard to be the best at what he loves and to do the best he can to take care of his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited for our new adventure but we will be sad to leave all of our friends! I guess its a good thing that Vegas is a common visit spot for a lot of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6366438534098014551?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6366438534098014551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6366438534098014551' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6366438534098014551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6366438534098014551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/03/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1249063779934084617</id><published>2010-03-09T09:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:40:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three perfect years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S5aVxDKTlzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1MkXa2vjRiA/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S5aN-JuaKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GsbszMus86M/s1600-h/Ty+Newborn-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446696898253170946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S5aN-JuaKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GsbszMus86M/s200/Ty+Newborn-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; ago today was one of the best days of my life. It was the day I became a mommy. Not only a mommy, but a mommy to the most sensitive, compassionate, beautiful, funny child I have ever known! I remember the moment he was born when the nurse placed him on my chest and said "go a head and hold him, he's YOURS." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it was real--how could the Lord honestly think I was capable to raising such a perfect little child! In all reality, in the past 3 years he has done a better job raising me! It has been a slightly bittersweet day for me because I love watching T grow up and learn new things but with everyday he seems to need me less and less and I cant believe how fast time goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things about T-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He LOVES trains. He shares this love with his Grandpa in New York who he lovingly refers to as "Grandpa Trains." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He is very sensitive. He is very aware of how people are feeling and recognizes when people are sad or hurt and has a great desire to make them happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He is gentle. It has always been his nature to be soft and gentle with people, particularly with babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He is an incredible speaker. The kid can have complete conversations and is entirely understandable literally all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He LOVES learning. He is always asking how something works, what it means, how its made, or what is does. On our way back from the airport this morning he asked me "Mom, how do those big airplanes fly in the sky?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He can count to 20 (but he forgets 16 a lot...), knows his ABC's and he can spell his name, mom, and dad. He knows what sound about half of the letters make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He loves washing dishes, doing laundry, and vacuuming (lucky me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He is in the 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile for height and weight. He has always been a big kid. He is built like a brick. One of J's patients calls him a little body builder. J is hoping that will pay off in hockey. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any mom, I could go on forever talking about my child. I guess that is the way its suppose to be! We are so happy and proud to be T's parents and we love him so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1249063779934084617?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1249063779934084617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1249063779934084617' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1249063779934084617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1249063779934084617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-perfect-years.html' title='Three perfect years...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S5aN-JuaKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GsbszMus86M/s72-c/Ty+Newborn-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8354369733161646079</id><published>2010-02-21T18:16:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:53:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cat that ripped the bag to shreds...and spilled the beans in the process</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my wonderful, loving, supportive, not to mention &lt;strong&gt;EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt; husband, this cat is so far out of the bag, the bag might as well never exist. :) Apparently he found no reason to keep his excitement contained after 23 weeks so he spilled the beans. Last week he posted on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; "Its a girl." While most people picked up on that subtle yet entirely obvious message, there were a few who assumed he was excited about our new niece who was recently introduced into the world. While her birth is an exciting addition to our extended family it was, in fact, not what Jason was announcing.&lt;br /&gt;We know that this baby truly is a miracle baby. After a &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; time of fertility treatments, lots of tests (many with less that favorable results), and being told that there was &lt;strong&gt;no way&lt;/strong&gt; this was happening at this point in our lives, we had both accepted that for now, we were going to remain a family of three. The next thing we know, our doctor (who happens to be a high risk and infertility specialist) is looking at me saying "I have been over these results a thousand times and I have no medical explanation for why this happened. Keep saying your prayers and paying your tithing."&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed that this pregnancy hasn't been &lt;strong&gt;as&lt;/strong&gt; bad as it was with T. I give most of the credit to the "cancer drugs" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; used for nausea) that &lt;strong&gt;worked&lt;/strong&gt; this time. At one point I think I was taking 7 pills a night. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still nauseated, but apparently not enough to keep me from gaining like 80 pounds.) It seems that all the issues we have dealt with so far have been relatively minor. T has been a doll as well. He covers my with blankets, brings me pillows, strokes my head and my arms, brings me water, all while saying "Mommy, I so sorry you so sickies." He has taken excellent care of himself and me! He is very excited for his baby sister and tells me that he wants to hold her and give her loves and when we are in the car and she gets scared he will hold her hand and give her a pass (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, we are taking it a day, week, and month at a time hoping that in June we are blessed with another happy, healthy, and perfect little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S4HmH11Z-qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ENn4mnyQv5k/s1600-h/CICCOTELLICHRISTINE20100216093104489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440882847224822434" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S4HmH11Z-qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ENn4mnyQv5k/s200/CICCOTELLICHRISTINE20100216093104489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8354369733161646079?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8354369733161646079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8354369733161646079' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8354369733161646079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8354369733161646079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/02/cat-that-ripped-bag-to-shredsand.html' title='The cat that ripped the bag to shreds...and spilled the beans in the process'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S4HmH11Z-qI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ENn4mnyQv5k/s72-c/CICCOTELLICHRISTINE20100216093104489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-2533209110567723808</id><published>2010-02-17T14:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:05:49.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Well, it has begun. The mad search for a job before J officially graduates with his Doctorate of Physical Therapy! We are very excited and I am quite proud of him. He has worked so hard during the past years to get to this point. He is currently finishing up two interships which will conclude the end of April, studying for the national exam, which he plans to take...AND PASS...in late march or April, and he is also applying and interviewing for jobs! He is planning on focusing on wound care which is a more specialized area of PT but he loves it. He has already done 3 internships/clinicals in it as well as his doctoral project. Because of this it has made him very marketable in the wound care area since they really only have 1 class on it. This last week we spend a few days up in Boise with a company that has expressed a lot of interest in him. He enjoyed it very much and was very interested in the facilities, the people, and the opportunity. We are hoping something might come of it! This week he is in San Deigo at a national PT conference where he will network and pass out lots of resumes. He also has been working with a recruiter who is looking for him! We have narrowed it down to 6 states that we would be willing to go to so hopefully that gives us more options too! Ideally we know by the end of March where we could end up but we know we dont have too much control over that part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to start this new phase in life but nervous at the same time! In the past few years we have actually ENJOYED being students! Our life is "easy", predictable, simple, and we have made some wonderful friends and had some incredible experiences during our time in school. Mostly I think we are fearing the "real world" of bills, no time-off and early days, and LOAN RE-PAYMENT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-2533209110567723808?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2533209110567723808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=2533209110567723808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2533209110567723808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2533209110567723808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-1265717160430911512</id><published>2010-01-14T17:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:05:10.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains and more trains</title><content type='html'>We flew out to NY on Christmas Day this year so we could spend some time with J's family and attend his brothers wedding. While we are there T spends much of his time with grandpa's trains (T actually calls him grandpa train because of them). Below are a few pix of the special christmas tree trains and of the train room. Yes, I said room. Keep in mind that the picture only shows half of the room and it doesnt show the trains to are near the ceiling on a platform. Its true. Its Ts train heaven (but we all have fun with them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S0--GmCrROI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WR8jRO418Jw/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426765096505001186" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S0--GmCrROI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WR8jRO418Jw/s200/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S0--GMyOujI/AAAAAAAAAJU/C73AdU4lPCY/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426765089725135410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/S0--GMyOujI/AAAAAAAAAJU/C73AdU4lPCY/s200/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notice there are TWO trains with this tree. 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5795445328540017838</id><published>2009-12-04T18:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:26:21.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all those...</title><content type='html'>This is for all of you who have had "one of those days."&lt;br /&gt;I saw this for the first time when I was a junior in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure some of you have seen it before, but its a classic.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have watched this at least once a week since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the most used karaoke song in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybXrrTX3LuI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybXrrTX3LuI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5795445328540017838?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-264876518415234173</id><published>2009-11-23T18:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:23:04.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im memory</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 3 year anniversary of the death of J's mother. She died after a very quick and unexpected battle with cancer on Thanksgiving 2006. We remember her as a wonderful woman, mother, and friend. We miss her greatly but know that she has passed her mortal test and waits for us in the eternities.&lt;br /&gt;We are very grateful for the time we were able to spend with her and that in her last moments all of her children, who were around the world, were able to be together one last time as a family. We are now lucky enough that every Thanksgiving we not only have the opportunity to reflect on our blessings but also the wonderful plan our Savior as put in place for us to all be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Jayne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-264876518415234173?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/264876518415234173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=264876518415234173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/264876518415234173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/264876518415234173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-memory.html' title='Im memory'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8285537180788936661</id><published>2009-11-07T21:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:41:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to post...</title><content type='html'>I need to post and yet we have nothing to post about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives never really change. Not than I am complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, T is awesome. The kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; cracks me up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. Love him to death. Minus the whole sleep issue. He is crazy. The kid needs less sleep than me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get it. Then the time change...thank you lame-o daylight savings. Rid us of this stupid thing! I think we have finally worked out a new system...and it includes an earlier bedtime, him waking up happy, and me not pulling my hair out. Its a win-win. I have no sympathy for people who tell me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; 4 year old no longer takes naps...hahaha...Try 22 months people and only a 9 hour night. At least my kid has learned how to play by himself. He is content in his room alone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; come out until I tell him too. Good boy...very good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is fine. His birthday was last week. I saved and saved and saved and got him something he has really really wanted. A new driver. I must admit that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand nor do I support the extreme costs of his preferred sports but I support nonetheless. I got him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TaylorMade&lt;/span&gt; Tour Burner. Its a nice driver...like VERY nice. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; gotten it yet because it got stuck in the mail. Hopefully Monday or Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;He is getting extremely anxious to finish school. Lets be honest, I am getting extremely anxious for him to finish school. The end is in sight! Not too much longer before he will officially have his Doctorate of Physical Therapy. He has already started to receive "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unofficial&lt;/span&gt;" offers. Its nice to know we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am normal, the same, fine, whatever. Not much going on. I just hang out with my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8285537180788936661?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8285537180788936661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8285537180788936661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8285537180788936661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8285537180788936661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-post.html' title='I need to post...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1700300594001361307</id><published>2009-10-09T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:29:42.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared Loves</title><content type='html'>All parents like to share &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; favorite things with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; children. J has absolutely enjoyed sharing his love and skill of hockey with T. T has absolutely loved it. Nothing makes him happier than when daddy asks if he wants to go to the ice rink! He is doing SO well too! When his feet got big enough a few months ago we took him off of his double runner skates and put him in "real" skates. He will skate on his own for a little bit, he loves holding a hockey stick and shooting the puck but his FAVORITE thing is when daddy holds his arms and goes "speedy fast" all the way around the rink. He loves getting "snowed" by daddy almost as much. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; well on his way to feeling like the ice rink is his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I too have a deep love for something that I wanted to share with T. I was so excited last week because I had an appointment set up to take him to the dentist. I love the dentist. LOVE it. Its what I look forward too every day of my life. To me there is nothing better than having someone else clean my teeth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;... I love it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even mind the dentists lame jokes. Well, my child has less of a love for the dentist. Sad but true. He was very cooperative through his tears though. As upset as he was, when he was asked to open, he opened. When he was asked to rinse, he rinsed. He did so good...he just did it very upset.&lt;br /&gt;And there may be some of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know that T has a VERY sensitive gag reflex. He gags at everything. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; throw up anymore (thank goodness), but he gags &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incessantly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of our favorites...&lt;br /&gt;the smell of hard boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;the drip of milk that came out of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt; mouth&lt;br /&gt;the puddle of syrup from a bottle HE dropped&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt; baby eating applesauce&lt;br /&gt;and of course...at the dentist when his teeth were painted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fluoride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many, many more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1700300594001361307?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1700300594001361307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1700300594001361307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1700300594001361307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1700300594001361307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/10/shared-loves.html' title='Shared Loves'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1893271540458547233</id><published>2009-09-02T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:54:57.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever weened</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sp7benH_pxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oZXxH006k7s/s1600-h/passy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376976324072023826" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sp7benH_pxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oZXxH006k7s/s200/passy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago we took T's pacifier away for good. He has only had it when he sleeps since his 1st birthday and we tried a couple times to take it away for good but because of moving it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work out. So, we tried to take it away when we knew we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have anything that we constitute as a "big change" for him--no traveling, no moving, he was already out of his crib, etc. Well, I was anticipating something strait out a horror film. He only had a hard time falling asleep ONE NIGHT. It took him about an hour and he wanted me to sit by his bed and hold his hand, but no tears. The next night he asked for it a few times but went to bed with no tears. After that, he just accepted that "all the other babies" get the pacifiers. Needless to say I actually had a hard time with taking it away. I felt like I was stripping him of the last thing he had that was even remotely "baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://rainreflections.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pacifier.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://rainreflections.wordpress.com/2009/06/27/all-stressed-out/&amp;amp;usg=__Os5A9_B1XNd_rIbnjLr54O0h-ts=&amp;amp;h=270&amp;amp;w=313&amp;amp;sz=14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;tbnid=OMlELIfJSuqwxM:&amp;amp;tbnh=101&amp;amp;tbnw=117&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpacifier%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://rainreflections.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pacifier.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://rainreflections.wordpress.com/2009/06/27/all-stressed-out/&amp;amp;usg=__Os5A9_B1XNd_rIbnjLr54O0h-ts=&amp;amp;h=270&amp;amp;w=313&amp;amp;sz=14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;tbnid=OMlELIfJSuqwxM:&amp;amp;tbnh=101&amp;amp;tbnw=117&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpacifier%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://rainreflections.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/pacifier.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://rainreflections.wordpress.com/2009/06/27/all-stressed-out/&amp;amp;usg=__Os5A9_B1XNd_rIbnjLr54O0h-ts=&amp;amp;h=270&amp;amp;w=313&amp;amp;sz=14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;tbnid=OMlELIfJSuqwxM:&amp;amp;tbnh=101&amp;amp;tbnw=117&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpacifier%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1893271540458547233?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1893271540458547233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1893271540458547233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1893271540458547233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1893271540458547233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/09/forever-weened.html' title='Forever weened'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sp7benH_pxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oZXxH006k7s/s72-c/passy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7705769926459170615</id><published>2009-08-13T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:43:10.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet comfort</title><content type='html'>As many of you know T is not known for sleeping a lot. He stopped taking naps at about 21 months unless we run him ragged (which only happens when I wake him up early and make him run everywhere in the sun). His nights are not consistent either...sometimes sleeping 12 hours, sometimes only 9! I am very blessed that when I put him in his room he stays there but because of that, if he isnt tired he makes a mess of his room! I will find books everywhere, clothes all over the floor, crayon on the walls, etc. Last night he didnt want to go to sleep when I put him in bed and I told him that I wanted him to stay in bed. He got frustrated and said his animals were taking up too much room so he had to throw them off his bed...which he did. Later I heard him talking about "camping out." When I went to check on him he had found a new place to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SoR6hSiGkKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iINo0QL2rEw/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369551368061620386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SoR6hSiGkKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iINo0QL2rEw/s200/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7705769926459170615?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7705769926459170615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7705769926459170615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7705769926459170615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7705769926459170615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-comfort.html' title='Sweet comfort'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SoR6hSiGkKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iINo0QL2rEw/s72-c/DSC00444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6723221097605398786</id><published>2009-07-30T18:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:42:58.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heber Creeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SnI9z7gCpVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4sqXyrjXhc/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364418068506387794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SnI9z7gCpVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4sqXyrjXhc/s200/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family took a little trip on the Heber Creeper. T and all his cousins loved it! The adults enjoyed it too... T had a bit of an issue with the horn the first few times because we were right in front behind the engine but once he got used to it he couldnt wait to hear it again! It really was beautiful and scenic. He had reminded us of the big train many times in the past few weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6723221097605398786?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6723221097605398786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6723221097605398786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6723221097605398786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6723221097605398786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/07/heber-creeper.html' title='The Heber Creeper'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SnI9z7gCpVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4sqXyrjXhc/s72-c/DSC00425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5696876130420221179</id><published>2009-07-14T21:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:39:09.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bees Game</title><content type='html'>Last week we got some free tickets for a Bee's game through the hospital and they also gave us 15$ worth of food vouchers (plus it was 70's night so concessions was 70's prices)! T enjoyed the time we were there and I know J enjoyed being able to share his love of baseball with his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sl1OjSCP8-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hp2jdFccRGA/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358525499684418530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sl1OjSCP8-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hp2jdFccRGA/s200/DSC00403.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/6045351724280832419-5696876130420221179?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5696876130420221179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5696876130420221179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5696876130420221179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5696876130420221179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/07/bees-game.html' title='Bees Game'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sl1OjSCP8-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Hp2jdFccRGA/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1920785555630057325</id><published>2009-06-23T14:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:35:43.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A short update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE8DARXAYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tN7rWV6TfXA/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350623854602944898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE8DARXAYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tN7rWV6TfXA/s200/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE8C0kxnyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GvAOl5GSC58/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350623851463155490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE8C0kxnyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GvAOl5GSC58/s200/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our recent trip to NY we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to visit T's uncle at his firehouse. (And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, T is on the verge of tears with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jacket on...it was HEAVY!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350622489013083378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE6zhDXXPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0HFjqgeFidc/s200/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE6zD5-pbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I3Db74b6lqg/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350622481189086642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE6zD5-pbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/I3Db74b6lqg/s200/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go to "This is the Place Park" a lot since it is right around the corner from us. T loves the trains, the petting zoo, and the pony rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1920785555630057325?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1920785555630057325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1920785555630057325' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1920785555630057325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1920785555630057325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-update.html' title='A short update...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SkE8DARXAYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tN7rWV6TfXA/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-9160620171585839180</id><published>2009-05-28T21:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:00:46.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HIRED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sh9dxz1HpWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T4D-6D-pvaA/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341090793392678242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sh9dxz1HpWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T4D-6D-pvaA/s200/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sh9dxRns_kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g4PYGEw92Pw/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341090784209600066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sh9dxRns_kI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g4PYGEw92Pw/s200/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I took T to the zoo. We go so often that the simple act of going to the zoo isnt a big deal, but today something very VERY special happened. T was accompanied by his good little neighbor friend "I". For the first time T didnt want to be held or sit in the stroller, he just wanted to run around the zoo with his friend the whole time we were there! It was awesome! But to top it all off...my child, who does not take naps...TOOK A NAP! Apparently his friend ran him so ragged that he just had to take a nap--a 2 hour one! I am so eternally grateful to our little friend "I" ! He is HIRED!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-9160620171585839180?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9160620171585839180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=9160620171585839180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9160620171585839180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9160620171585839180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/05/hired.html' title='HIRED!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/Sh9dxz1HpWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/T4D-6D-pvaA/s72-c/DSC00361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6795217376357048845</id><published>2009-05-07T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:15:58.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest adventure</title><content type='html'>We took the little guy swimming last week and he absolutely loved it. He has alwasy loved the water and lately bathtime has become a bit of a battle trying to keep the water in the tub--so we promised him we would take him to the pool where he could splash all he wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e4c0104a449838f" 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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e4c0104a449838f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D247A62CC9D19070C85A60AE1106917750A05CF3A.3DBFE814A4B24B7880D78B91CC4CAF0ABE478C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e4c0104a449838f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaD-KA9E7ndHDwja2MEx_q4iYw2M&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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e4c0104a449838f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D247A62CC9D19070C85A60AE1106917750A05CF3A.3DBFE814A4B24B7880D78B91CC4CAF0ABE478C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e4c0104a449838f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaD-KA9E7ndHDwja2MEx_q4iYw2M&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/6045351724280832419-6795217376357048845?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e4c0104a449838f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6795217376357048845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6795217376357048845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6795217376357048845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6795217376357048845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/05/latest-adventure.html' title='The latest adventure'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-3017246662180040754</id><published>2009-04-15T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:53:25.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a thrill seeker...</title><content type='html'>We have learned that apparently T is not a thrill seeker. Because we live on the east bench we have to go down a decent sized hill to go grocery shopping. I have been wanting to get this on camera for a long time an I finally got it. I was alone so it isnt very good because I was more concerned with driving. He hates this hill. Im a terribly mean mommy but we think its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7febe761a9ff5aae" 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://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7febe761a9ff5aae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16698D09D8AC689011CDC40E13996BF1D9B55156.4F756497A4DC908838AD256D448039080462D73E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7febe761a9ff5aae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRGLejPeWNWdpeNWgZxaZszGWgVI&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://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7febe761a9ff5aae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16698D09D8AC689011CDC40E13996BF1D9B55156.4F756497A4DC908838AD256D448039080462D73E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7febe761a9ff5aae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRGLejPeWNWdpeNWgZxaZszGWgVI&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/6045351724280832419-3017246662180040754?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7febe761a9ff5aae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3017246662180040754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=3017246662180040754' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3017246662180040754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3017246662180040754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-thrill-seeker.html' title='Not a thrill seeker...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5424098628156568672</id><published>2009-04-15T14:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:35:43.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE3XUtOzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W2KH2JJp89Y/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325019327356549938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE3XUtOzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W2KH2JJp89Y/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE3PCCvJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZnCPEllGhCo/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325019325130783890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE3PCCvJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZnCPEllGhCo/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE2_69OPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p7-xdfXwJgw/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325019321074530546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE2_69OPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p7-xdfXwJgw/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T really enjoyed Easter this year! We had a family Easter party at my grandmothers house down in Ephraim, Utah. We have been hiding eggs for him at least a couple times a day since then! He loves looking for eggs and hiding them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5424098628156568672?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5424098628156568672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5424098628156568672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5424098628156568672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5424098628156568672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SeZE3XUtOzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W2KH2JJp89Y/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4933234192227365200</id><published>2009-03-28T13:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:25:32.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Spring Egg hunt"</title><content type='html'>Today our Shoreline Community had a spring egg hunt. It struck me a little odd that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; just call it what it really is...and EASTER egg hunt. Apparently we have to be politically correct even when talking about free candy. Anyway, the party began with an Adult Egg Hunt. Lets be honest...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competative&lt;/span&gt; person. I like to win. Its a weakness I am still trying to make a strength. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; so much concerned with what I found...I just wanted to find it. All of it. I wanted the get the eggs. None of this wait up for your kid stuff; nope, not me. I was like "well, its the adult egg hunt, move over shorty." (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really say that to anyone). So here I am running every which way climbing through these like prickly bush things and climbing tree's and sliding through snow (yes, I do have small cuts all over my hands and ankles). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; all sorts of shoving eggs in my pockets and everything. Well when its all said and done we end up with candy we really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need but we will gladly take and a gift certificate to smiths and toys R us. We gave the smiths one away cause we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; allowed two. oh well. Then we had the kid egg hunt and I was like "Dude, stop looking as whats inside and just grab some eggs dude! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;" I think T had a lot of fun. He's a much better person than his mom and he enjoyed watching other kids finding then eggs more than he enjoyed the finding himself. He is such a good boy and I should learn from him! Then we got lunch. Yum. We had a lot of fun! Sorry I have no pictures. I forgot to take the camera. It the spirit of the time of year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                   HAPPY EASTER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4933234192227365200?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4933234192227365200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4933234192227365200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4933234192227365200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4933234192227365200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-spring-egg-hunt.html' title='Our &quot;Spring Egg hunt&quot;'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-3177540646688368875</id><published>2009-03-15T15:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:39:49.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I deserve it...</title><content type='html'>I am a cynical person. Well, my child is too much like his mother and I guess I deserve it. Lately, he has challenged me with many things. The most recent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: I want some more gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;Me: They are all gone&lt;br /&gt;T: I need to see it all gone&lt;br /&gt;Me: T, they are all gone, there is no more.&lt;br /&gt;T: I wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does this with everything he wants or if he disagrees with something I tell him. He seems to always want proof. Needless to say I think his daddy has to teach both of us how to have a little more faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-3177540646688368875?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3177540646688368875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=3177540646688368875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3177540646688368875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3177540646688368875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-i-deserve-it.html' title='I guess I deserve it...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-9161827502136984810</id><published>2009-03-09T08:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:42:35.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday buddy!</title><content type='html'>I cant believe my baby is 2! Two years ago was by far one of the best days of my life because this little charming graced his way into the world. He has kept me busy ever since...and no doubt it'll only get busier! We love you so much my small fry bugga-boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-9161827502136984810?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9161827502136984810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=9161827502136984810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9161827502136984810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9161827502136984810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday buddy!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-2355008542632070657</id><published>2009-03-09T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:11:27.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pix for your viewing pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SbUja4NO4II/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mGVbv9lSBE/s1600-h/IMG_8478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311190280224825474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SbUja4NO4II/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mGVbv9lSBE/s320/IMG_8478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SbUjaVlzggI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qUoXW8gi5v8/s1600-h/Announcement+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311190270932648450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SbUjaVlzggI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qUoXW8gi5v8/s320/Announcement+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-2355008542632070657?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2355008542632070657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=2355008542632070657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2355008542632070657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2355008542632070657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-pix-for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='A few pix for your viewing pleasure'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SbUja4NO4II/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mGVbv9lSBE/s72-c/IMG_8478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6772823185756365444</id><published>2009-03-06T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:18:44.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh Today...</title><content type='html'>So today, a good day that brought me many a laugh. I am expecting that with an *almost* two year old it will happen more often than not.  This morning I was in the kitchen making a few things and T likes to hang out with me. He is big enough to open everything-the fridge, the drawers, the oven-everything. After pulling out numerous condiments from the fridge and bringing them to me and saying "dinner soon" he decided it was time to help me by unloading my drawer of kitchen utensils. At this point I wish I would have had my camera. He grabbed a spatula and said "can-cucks now" then came the tongs and he said "meat soon" and my favorite was the ice cream scoop when he said "Yummy ice cream for Ty" as he licked the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to go to the Draper Temple open house today. (No picture because I'm still learning how to take a camera with me when I go places). Well, I was hoping my child would somehow find it in him to be reverent (yeah right) and quiet (try again). I think he would have been okay but they made the mistake of having the baptismal font at the beginning of the tour. The entire tour after that my offspring kept saying "More cow water, more cow water. I want water. PEASEEEEEEE!" ('L' in please left out on purpose).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6772823185756365444?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6772823185756365444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6772823185756365444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6772823185756365444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6772823185756365444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhh-today.html' title='Ahhhh Today...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-6154298228035384690</id><published>2009-02-24T08:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:24:19.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our latest adventures...Just a few pix from the childrens museum and zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6q8z5mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VoJRIHqn15M/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306384861097092706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6q8z5mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VoJRIHqn15M/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6RUolkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b4NQ2WMgFSo/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306384854217692738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6RUolkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/b4NQ2WMgFSo/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6DMACvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zLn9n-nTElg/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306384850423384818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6DMACvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zLn9n-nTElg/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ5Xw5GWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D18Jsymtrwg/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306384838766958946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ5Xw5GWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/D18Jsymtrwg/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6154298228035384690?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6154298228035384690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6154298228035384690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6154298228035384690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6154298228035384690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-latest-adventuresjust-few-pix-from.html' title='Our latest adventures...Just a few pix from the childrens museum and zoo'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SaQQ6q8z5mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VoJRIHqn15M/s72-c/DSC00306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8483300230811864430</id><published>2009-02-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:59:21.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids new obsession...</title><content type='html'>Cant say I dont enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsRPTy-TtF4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsRPTy-TtF4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8483300230811864430?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8483300230811864430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8483300230811864430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8483300230811864430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8483300230811864430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-kids-new-obsession.html' title='My kids new obsession...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7960064819888891015</id><published>2009-02-17T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:37:30.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>I must be the luckiest person in the whole world. Lately I have recieved an incredible amount of phone calls and emails telling me I'm the winner! Apparently I am entitled to everything from gatorade to cars to thousands of dollars. Wow. How lucky am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7960064819888891015?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7960064819888891015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7960064819888891015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7960064819888891015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7960064819888891015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5521777330413479556</id><published>2009-02-17T07:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:02:51.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>A semi truck crashed on NB I-15 today spilling hundreds of pounds of hamburger patties. To be more specific they announced they were McDonalds quarter pounders. Not a fan of McD's but if I was in the area I would have snatched a few. Nothing like a little help with food in this time of need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5521777330413479556?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5521777330413479556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5521777330413479556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5521777330413479556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5521777330413479556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-429952166280581938</id><published>2009-02-04T08:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:45:35.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kid makes me laugh...</title><content type='html'>When my oldest nephew was about two he made us laugh so hard. He was always doing funny things and saying things that made us cry of laughter. I always wondered if my kid would do the same thing...he does. The top three for this past week are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He brought me the remote, climbed on the couch and said "Its time to watch the news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When Jason came home from school one day T looked at him and said "Shoes off. Put Jacket away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next one is PG rated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jason asked him if he needed a diaper change by saing "T, do you smell like pee-pee." T looked back at him and said "Daddy smells like poop... Gross."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-429952166280581938?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/429952166280581938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=429952166280581938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/429952166280581938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/429952166280581938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-kid-makes-me-laugh.html' title='My kid makes me laugh...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-932137757893240986</id><published>2009-01-28T17:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:49:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 years young...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SYELEiHTLuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAw6c5xyUKY/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296526809269219042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SYELEiHTLuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAw6c5xyUKY/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I didnt think I'd make it but I have officially reached the age of 27. Happy Birthday to me. :) Im going to copy an idea a friend of mine did (thanks Katie) and say 27 pretty cool things if my life... (in a completely random order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Marrying a cool guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;2) Being the mom to the best kid known to man.&lt;br /&gt;3) Being endowed in the LDS temple&lt;br /&gt;4) Getting a college degree&lt;br /&gt;5) Being a part of a choir that sang in St. Patricks cathedral in NYC&lt;br /&gt;6) Living a short part of my life on my own in Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;7) Working at the Polynesian Cultural Center&lt;br /&gt;8) Going on my Australian adventure (the same adventure where my BF nener got engaged at the "hobbit tree" in New Zealand on the lord of the rings tour)&lt;br /&gt;9) Diving at the Great Barrier Reef&lt;br /&gt;10) Going to DisneyLand. (yes, its true...it had an huge impact on my 22 yr old life)&lt;br /&gt;11) Seeing Wicked on Broadway (again, a huge impact on my life)&lt;br /&gt;12) Winning a first place prize in a pie contest (you heard me Shoreline)&lt;br /&gt;13) Earning the Presidential Service Award&lt;br /&gt;14) Learned how to surf (which by the way is nothing like snowboarding-which I also do)&lt;br /&gt;15) Learned how to shoot a WICKED crazy wrist shot in hockey (and first I had to learn to skate-which Im not too bad at thanks to my super talented hockey husband)&lt;br /&gt;16) Gotten more than 50 stitches (and as far as I know I am still fully functioning)&lt;br /&gt;17) I am certified to teach Self Defense&lt;br /&gt;18) In my work as a dispatcher I helped apprehend more than one serious loser. (i.e. criminal)&lt;br /&gt;19) I hold the high score in Wii bowling (at my parents house)&lt;br /&gt;20) I consistently *save* more than I spend when I shop (trust me, its cool)&lt;br /&gt;21) I am a member of a flippin cool family with rockin parents, studly brothers, adorable nieces and nephews, and a super sis.&lt;br /&gt;22) I can play the drum solo in "wipeout" (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuBxMCk0cco&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuBxMCk0cco&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;) (thats not me)&lt;br /&gt;23) I have been parasailing 3 times over the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;24) I can color in the lines and cut a straight line&lt;br /&gt;25) I was the only girl out of 20 to pass a fire academy test (like 5 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;26) Driven a training stock car on the training NASCAR track in Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;27) I used to run a lot... like races and stuff-and I was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to tell me more cool things about my life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-932137757893240986?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/932137757893240986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=932137757893240986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/932137757893240986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/932137757893240986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/01/27-years-young.html' title='27 years young...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SYELEiHTLuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAw6c5xyUKY/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4694064847835526743</id><published>2009-01-21T13:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:54:02.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting things done</title><content type='html'>Im done with our taxes, done getting dinner prepared, done with the laundry, and Im learning how to cuteify my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4694064847835526743?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4694064847835526743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4694064847835526743' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4694064847835526743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4694064847835526743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-things-done.html' title='Getting things done'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5341429793566125686</id><published>2009-01-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:33:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boring life of blogging...</title><content type='html'>I will be taking applications for anyone who wants to "cute" up my blog. I cant figure this darned thing out, and I dont think I have the patience. So its a complete dinner on me for whoever wants to give detail and fresh look to my ugly blog.&lt;br /&gt;Also, just for everyones information, our life is much more "extraordinary" than my lack of posts might portray. Im just bad at keeping up. Also, for everyones information~ since Circuit City has announced the liquidation of every one of thier stores I will be on the lookout for a new camera. I bought our current camera before one of my traveling excursions and I think it just might have been one of the first ones ever made...or its made of pure gold. The thing weighs about 5 pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5341429793566125686?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5341429793566125686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5341429793566125686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5341429793566125686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5341429793566125686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boring-life-of-blogging.html' title='My boring life of blogging...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6284676409474220015</id><published>2009-01-03T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:10:04.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing a letter. My super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; child was able to open the so-called "child proof" infants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; bottle. It was on his dresser which apparently he can reach when he climbs up onto his window seat... either way he was able to open the bottle. Thankfully he found it much more fun to pour it out all over the place rather than eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6284676409474220015?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6284676409474220015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6284676409474220015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6284676409474220015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6284676409474220015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-2268225959258196847</id><published>2008-12-30T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:34:22.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; believe in NY resolutions. If you ask me they are just one more thing to fail at. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not saying that change is impossible, we could all handle a bit of change in our lives. I've decided that every year I will resolve to make no resolutions. In one of my health classes we had a discussion once about how January is the most "depressing" month of the year. Now forget the fact that its the coldest, and the most dismal, and the darkest, and there's that whole "after the holidays blues: "&lt;em&gt;look how much money I spent, look how much weight I gained, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; anyone get me that ____ I really wanted" etc. &lt;/em&gt;I think the biggest problem is the fact that people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;competely&lt;/span&gt; unreasonable resolutions. Just a thought. Here's what I think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thesome&lt;/span&gt; of the most common resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;**climbing on soapbox**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Exercise-&lt;/strong&gt;I'll be the first one to tell you this is a great change for anyone-but to simply say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to exercise" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; work. How about something like "I am going to run 3x a week." "I am going to follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ACSM&lt;/span&gt; guidelines of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cummuliative&lt;/span&gt; 30 minutes of activity a day" (which includes walking up stairs, walking through a parking lot, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)Lose Weight-&lt;/strong&gt;Again, great goal...&lt;em&gt;if its needed... &lt;/em&gt;There are many shapes and sizes that are healthy. Resolving to fit into a size, or be a certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; the healthiest way to go. How about figuring out what your optimal health is by using the things that really count like Blood Pressure, Pulse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Vo&lt;/span&gt;2, total lean body mass, etc. *AND*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; restrict yourself from foods that you really love. Its way to depressing to not indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)Quit Smoking/Drinking- &lt;/strong&gt;great resolution. No one should smoke or drink. Gross. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; expect to do it cold turkey. Few people can...very very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Enjoy life more-&lt;/strong&gt; How bout doing something you've always wanted to do but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think you had the time or money to do? Pick up a new hobby. Call an old friend. Spend more time with family. Learn something new. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Off the soapbox.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-2268225959258196847?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2268225959258196847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=2268225959258196847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2268225959258196847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2268225959258196847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1478051209939647463</id><published>2008-12-17T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:33:33.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Faith in Oprah</title><content type='html'>Dont get me wrong, I love the woman. I truly believe in the idea of the 'Oprah Factor.'  Not too long ago I heard that she claimed that a burger joint called "The Counter" was the greatest burger in America. Today we took Ty to the Discovery Museum at the Gateway and decided to get some lunch at the Counter. It was good, dont get me wrong...Im just thinking I could get 6 good Wendys burgers for the same price. Although it is fun to build your own burger exactly how you want it-I just dont think it was the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1478051209939647463?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1478051209939647463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1478051209939647463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1478051209939647463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1478051209939647463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-much-faith-in-oprah.html' title='Too much Faith in Oprah'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5627402945936327564</id><published>2008-12-05T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:35:13.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilets and cell phones.</title><content type='html'>This may be two things you think have nothing in common, but oh how they do. They are the two things that we seem to break. Every apartment we have lived in since we got married we have had toilet problems. From random flushing on its own to flooding to leaking. Its not like we use it for anything other than its intended purpose-its just happens. Every apartment until now has apparently had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; that is incapable of fixing said problems. We are proud to say that within 24 hours of reporting the current continuously running and random air bubbles in the bowl problem our toilet was fixed. We hope our toilet streak is over. Now onto the cell phones. For as long as I can remember Ive had cell issues. The first time I got one I got the cheapest phone I could and kept it as long as possible. My problem started when I started getting "newer" and "cooler" phones...which also happen to be more expensive. I have dropped one in frosting clogging the charger connection. I have had on flip out on me and start calling people on its own and the alarm would randomly sound when it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; set. My son has DROPPED ONE IN THE TOILET (hence the connection between the two). We have one that wont charge and one that says its charging when the charger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5627402945936327564?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5627402945936327564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5627402945936327564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5627402945936327564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5627402945936327564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/toilets-and-cell-phones.html' title='Toilets and cell phones.'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4556288095808949019</id><published>2008-11-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:59:37.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we decorated our Christmas Tree and I got the first few presents under the tree. Im a big fan of enjoying the WHOLE holiday for as long as possible. :) We spent Thanksgiving at my moms house which was wonderful. The little guy loved playing with his cousins and he is definately a fan of Thanksgiving dinner-our child has a very healthy appetite.  J was excited to ref his first Pee-wee (12-14 yr olds) hockey game yesterday. He did very well and is ready for his Bantam (14-16) game this weekend. My only concern is that the older the kids the more attitude they have.&lt;br /&gt;We are excited that Jason only has 9 days of school left for this semester. He will soon be have only 2 more semesters of classes (he still has 3 internships though). Christmas will be a lot of fun this year. We think T is getting to the age where he will be excited about his new presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4556288095808949019?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4556288095808949019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4556288095808949019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4556288095808949019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4556288095808949019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7698239695077523157</id><published>2008-11-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:09:14.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I went to twilight. Its true. I stayed up late and went to the 1220am showing of the new hit craze of a movie on opening day. I think the last time I was up that late I was in labor. :)&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I had a lot of fun. It was fun to hang out with some friends and do something completely girly. Although, we did not belong in the theatre with all the super crazy obsessed fans that were there. I think some people think vampires and werewolves really exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7698239695077523157?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7698239695077523157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7698239695077523157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7698239695077523157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7698239695077523157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-9213026994801343224</id><published>2008-11-10T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:51:08.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other costume...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SRkBHV5spVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fJTVN3GAQkg/s1600-h/43630013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267242464836363602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SRkBHV5spVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fJTVN3GAQkg/s320/43630013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J dressed up for Halloween this year as well. His costume was well liked and was very well received by his class-mates. Here he is...my "blind" referee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-9213026994801343224?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9213026994801343224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=9213026994801343224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9213026994801343224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9213026994801343224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/other-costume.html' title='The other costume...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SRkBHV5spVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fJTVN3GAQkg/s72-c/43630013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4130533442565729947</id><published>2008-11-01T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:29:09.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SQ0d4cu75OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VQvk1ldX9xw/s1600-h/halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263896395088913634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SQ0d4cu75OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VQvk1ldX9xw/s320/halloween.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not a holiday I enjoy to much but this year certainly put a smile on my face! The week started out with a housing party where I happened to be second place in a chili cook-off! Go me. Later this week we had a trunk or treat and a party with Jason's class and then we went to Grandma's to go trick or treating around her neighborhood. Ty got used to the trick or treating idea really quick! He enjoyed the trunk or treat but last night he started running from door to door knocking then saying "please" when someone answered! Then he would politely say "thank you" and be off to the next door! I must say even for me it was fun. Between all the party's he ended up with way too much candy so Jason and I are helping him out... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made his costume when we were back in NY. He was a red M&amp;amp;M. He kept it on the entire time last night and enjoyed showing grandma hawks where his M was. Thank you Mary Anne for your help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4130533442565729947?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4130533442565729947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4130533442565729947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4130533442565729947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4130533442565729947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SQ0d4cu75OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VQvk1ldX9xw/s72-c/halloween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4341967392626106039</id><published>2008-10-24T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:47:13.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Defense Class</title><content type='html'>For all those in the SLC area and for those who are interested I am planning on teaching a self defense class on Saturday Nov 8th, 15th, and 23rd fro 9-11. (the time will change on the 15th due to the super saturday. )I am hoping to have between 4-10 people. If you are interested drop me an email or a comment or something and I can give you details. Thanks all.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out the program I am certified through it is &lt;a href="http://www.rad-systems.com/"&gt;http://www.rad-systems.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4341967392626106039?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4341967392626106039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4341967392626106039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4341967392626106039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4341967392626106039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-defense-class.html' title='Self Defense Class'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-313384136009124246</id><published>2008-10-20T08:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:27:41.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To sum it all up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPyVDNViJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QcxD8A_GF6U/s1600-h/43630171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259242347214022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPyVDNViJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QcxD8A_GF6U/s320/43630171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are back from NY. It was a GREAT trip! Jason and I agree it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of the best traveling experiences ever! We flew into JFK on Saturday the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon. We spent the day just hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jasons&lt;/span&gt; family. Sunday was another hang-out day with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. Monday was the day at the Bronx Zoo, Tuesday we went up to Connecticut to visit some people from Jason's past. Wednesday we went down to Manhattan (about a 20-30 minute train ride) and we went to Wicked and just walked about for a while. Thursday and Friday Jason and I made a variety of fun things in &lt;a href="http://www.sewingandbeyond.com/"&gt;Mary Anne's&lt;/a&gt; studio. We made Ty a costume for Halloween, he is going to be a red M&amp;amp;M. :) Jason made him a fleece squish ball and I made a big foot pillow. I will stuff it and post pictures at some point but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; cool. Friday night we took Ty to the city for the first time and let him play inside F.A.O Schwartz. Saturday we spent the morning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coney&lt;/span&gt; Island where we went to the NY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt; and walked the boardwalk. And I was able to try my first "Famous" Nathans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt; from the original store. Very cool. I added my FAVORITE picture from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Its my two boys checking out the Atlantic from the boardwalk.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the flight home was fine. Ty was a bit hyper but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; cry, scream, or lash out at all! He spent most of the time flirting with some people sitting around us. Thanks for a trip that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; have been better grandma and grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ciccotelli&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-313384136009124246?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/313384136009124246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=313384136009124246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/313384136009124246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/313384136009124246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-sum-it-all-up.html' title='To sum it all up'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPyVDNViJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/QcxD8A_GF6U/s72-c/43630171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1886751369087228887</id><published>2008-10-13T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:38:06.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting day in NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6TwVGzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_kBf9-gq2I/s1600-h/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256848557504535346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6TwVGzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_kBf9-gq2I/s320/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6i6EETI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fPVUhue9foc/s1600-h/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256848561571893554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6i6EETI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fPVUhue9foc/s320/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6gXbSGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/D3zA7SVdhoE/s1600-h/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256848560889743458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6gXbSGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/D3zA7SVdhoE/s320/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today mom, dad, Ty, and grandpa went to the Bronx Zoo to play. (the bronx zoo is the largest zoo in the US only because the San Diego Zoo is now catagorized as a wildlife preserve). We all had a lot of fun! We got there early enough to watch the sea lions get fed and we also got to watch a 3 month old pup play around. We spent all of our morning and early afternoon there. Then we came home and we spent some time with a friend from NJ and then all the boys went to MSG to see the Rangers (the NY NHL hockey team) play. It was a great game and Jason came home super stoked that they are now in first place and are 5-0. Because of this packed day Ty wasnt able to take a nap. He was perfectly fine and content until about 7pm tonight...right when he finished dinner (see pic at the left.) And for those who are wondering, he was better behaved then we were on the flight out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1886751369087228887?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1886751369087228887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1886751369087228887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1886751369087228887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1886751369087228887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/exciting-day-in-ny.html' title='Exciting day in NY'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SPQT6TwVGzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_kBf9-gq2I/s72-c/Ty+at+zoo+and+sleeping+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-950168531104249064</id><published>2008-10-10T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:26:01.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to NY</title><content type='html'>One of the first posts of this blog was the last time we were in NY for New Years. (hahah...in NY for NY...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are off again! In 12 short hours we will be off to the airport. We are excited for the trip once we are there, but the getting there is leaving me slightly anxious! The flight is about 5 hours and we arent exactly sure how our 19 month old (active) child is going to handle it. The last NY trip was difficult, but not terrible because he couldnt walk yet. The flights to/from vegas werent too bad because he was tired and a little sick so he just wanted to cuddle (plus its a short flight). Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get there we have a lot of fun things planned and we are very excited to see Jasons family! We are mostly excited to see how they react to how big out little guy is! Hopefully we can keep up with our activities and post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-950168531104249064?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/950168531104249064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=950168531104249064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/950168531104249064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/950168531104249064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/off-to-ny.html' title='Off to NY'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5720249626087180319</id><published>2008-10-07T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:45:15.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>I am in desperate need of ideas for Ty's Halloween costume! Jason had an idea of him being a fireman, and I was thinking of him being an M&amp;amp;M. I also thought it might be cute if I could figure out a way for him to be a fish (since he knows how to do fish lips). He is too young to make a choice himself so I need your help making the decision for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I would greatly appreciate the comments of Mary Anne, Jenny, and Emily (autumns and prairies thoughts would be nice too) since I know for a fact you three know lots of making stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5720249626087180319?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5720249626087180319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5720249626087180319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5720249626087180319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5720249626087180319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-919424340365720846</id><published>2008-10-02T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:43:05.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SOWGtZvUk-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-omkuaQdT8E/s1600-h/43630078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252752654959154146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SOWGtZvUk-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/-omkuaQdT8E/s320/43630078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SOWFSGYBdrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rxRoY99Ol3k/s1600-h/43630078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Jason pulled an all-nighter last night. I thought it was a stupid idea and he has definitely heard all about my feelings all day. He had a test this morning and wanted to feel very ready for it since it was the first test in this class. His original plan was to stay up late and still get 4-5 hours of sleep (plenty of sleep for this guy) At 3am he decided to stay up because he was worried that if he went to sleep he would miss his alarm (apparently he had a brain lapse and forgot that his wife hits him every time the alarm goes off). Well, he was off to school and aced his test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ty slept till after 830 this morning. He has never slept that late. Ever. Never. It was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Now, here is the biggie...When Jason got home he and Ty both took a 2 hour nap, after which we took Ty skating for the first time-on his own skates! He absolutely loved it! (I know capri's look terrible with my skates) Check out the video below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When we left the rink we went to the Tracey Aviary. We have a zoo membership so we can get in free on the first Thursday of every month. We got to see the Condor and the Pelicans being fed. Very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Then Ty got to play at the huge playground at Liberty Park. -I then had another very successful shopping trip where I saved $46.00 but only spent $24.00 (I love saving money...its such a thrill to me!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all we thought it was a great day. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-919424340365720846?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/919424340365720846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=919424340365720846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-3322156205955120181</id><published>2008-10-02T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:33:47.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty skating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f08c6fd305193776" 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" 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href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3322156205955120181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=3322156205955120181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3322156205955120181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3322156205955120181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/ty-skating.html' title='Ty skating!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5522604211069284933</id><published>2008-10-01T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:37:50.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's Jam-Jam's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SOPDVlSyDvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7JpQ1GYcedw/s1600-h/43630052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252256365999689458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SOPDVlSyDvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7JpQ1GYcedw/s320/43630052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We call Ty's Jammies "Jam-Jams." He actually started it... Anyway, We have had these particular BYUTAH ones since New Years. Jason and I love them but we underestimated how many other people would love them! Although they are just about too small for the kid (he has about 2 more times wearing them!) we got a picture for those of you who asked for one. Its not the greatest shot, and I will try to get another one, but it will do for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And PS. they are homemade, cant buy these babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5522604211069284933?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5522604211069284933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5522604211069284933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5522604211069284933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5522604211069284933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/tys-jam-jams.html' title='Ty&apos;s Jam-Jam&apos;s'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SOPDVlSyDvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7JpQ1GYcedw/s72-c/43630052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-475872950686371836</id><published>2008-09-29T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:16:45.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's new toy</title><content type='html'>Ty has always been very good around babies. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to be told to be soft or anything. He is just so sweet and loves to give babies kisses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping that the doll we bought him a few weeks ago will help encourage that behavior. For a while I have been on Jason to let me buy Ty a doll and a stroller. I was finally able to come to an agreement with him about a doll. Its a baby cabbage patch kid. He LOVES this doll. He will hold him and rock him and give him loves all the time. Jason and Ty have named him "ya-ya." Well, about the stroller... Every stroller out there is pink or purple. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; with Jason on this one. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want Ty have a blue doll and a pink and purple stroller. Well the other day we saw a couple of our neighbors with blue baby strollers! Apparently Build a Bear sells them so we went and bought one! Ty LOVES it! He will push that baby all day long! After I replace the batteries on the camera I am going to try and get video of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-475872950686371836?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/475872950686371836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=475872950686371836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/475872950686371836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/475872950686371836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/tys-new-toy.html' title='Ty&apos;s new toy'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-347545181491545965</id><published>2008-09-22T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:23:57.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name</title><content type='html'>I changed the name of our blog because some friends of mine in our ward were telling me about freaks and creaps who can get stalker info with names and stuff. Now Im freaked out because since I left the Police Dept I no longer have the backing of officers. So if anyone has any cool new names for this blog we would appreciate them. Unless this one works. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-347545181491545965?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/347545181491545965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=347545181491545965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/347545181491545965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/347545181491545965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-name.html' title='New Name'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6969208571235746813</id><published>2008-09-17T20:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:03:24.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Ty on the playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SNG24u19x7I/AAAAAAAAADg/IenRhoqpkHw/s1600-h/HPIM2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247176126626645938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SNG24u19x7I/AAAAAAAAADg/IenRhoqpkHw/s320/HPIM2458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6969208571235746813?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6969208571235746813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6969208571235746813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6969208571235746813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6969208571235746813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-ty-on-playground.html' title='Cute Ty on the playground'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SNG24u19x7I/AAAAAAAAADg/IenRhoqpkHw/s72-c/HPIM2458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5625673042443085843</id><published>2008-09-16T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:26:54.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Im not really depressed. Im feeling slightly down about this blogging situation. I see a zillion blogs that are custom made with pictures and like scrapbook page templates and just all around cuteness. I want one but I have no idea how to make one. Sadness. I also am in desperate need of a name for our blog. Ciccotelli just isnt peppy enough. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5625673042443085843?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5625673042443085843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5625673042443085843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5625673042443085843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5625673042443085843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/depression.html' title='Depression...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7166962257912864541</id><published>2008-09-15T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:39:29.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE SHOTS!</title><content type='html'>Ty is officially done with all of his immunizations until he is 4! We are all so very excited. Next time he gets a shot he will be at bribing age. :) Congrats Ty Jason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7166962257912864541?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7166962257912864541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7166962257912864541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7166962257912864541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7166962257912864541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-shots.html' title='NO MORE SHOTS!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7905237819015991413</id><published>2008-09-12T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:27:29.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months and growing...</title><content type='html'>Today was Ty's 18 month appointment with his pediatrician. I cant believe his next appt will be when he is two!&lt;br /&gt;He is growing like a weed and developing perfectly! He is above average in many of the categories for his age. We are just so proud of our little over-acheiver! The funny thing is that we like to think we have a tough little guy. He can handle a fall off 3 metal stairs like a champ. He runs into a wall...nothing. He can face-plant on the cement and he's fine...but try to weigh and measure that kid and he has a coronary. I havent heard him scream that loud since the last time he had to be weighed and measured. I wouldnt exactly say it was funny but it was a little ironic that while he was hyperventilating during the easy part, when it came time to getting his two shots he was upset that we had to pin him but then sat up, nuzzled into my shoulder and just said "ouch." No screaming, no crying, nothing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7905237819015991413?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7905237819015991413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7905237819015991413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7905237819015991413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7905237819015991413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/18-months-and-growing.html' title='18 months and growing...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-9047333415138239405</id><published>2008-09-07T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:03:10.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Pillsbury Dough Boy</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to make some Pillsbury Grand Biscuits (that I got for all of .50 cents...go me). I hate opening those stupid pop package things. They freak me out. My mom thinks it stems back to a time when I was a child and I went grocery shopping with her. Apparently the car was very warm and on the way home one of those stupid things exploded sending me into a fit of despair, hysterics, and of course, fear.  Anyway, I had Jason open it for me and then I set it on the table while I prepared the cookie sheet and a few other things for dinner. Although Ty was sitting in his booster seat and turned away from the table, I underestimated either the length of his arms or his strange "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elastigirl&lt;/span&gt;" (see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredibles&lt;/span&gt;) abilities because it the two seconds I had my back turned he had found himself fully satisfied eating the raw dough. I turned to the sound of him saying "Yum Yum."  This is why my chemicals and cleaning stuff is on a shelf  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;even I&lt;/span&gt; can hardly reach. And if you are wondering, he enjoyed them just as much when they were cooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-9047333415138239405?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9047333415138239405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=9047333415138239405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9047333415138239405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9047333415138239405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-pillsbury-dough-boy.html' title='My Little Pillsbury Dough Boy'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7247916002967845716</id><published>2008-09-03T11:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:41:24.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More...</title><content type='html'>Ty has learned a new word...More. The great thing is that he isnt obnoxious when he says it. Its just cute. He has combined it with a few other words too. More num (nums is what he calls food). More up, more down, more out, etc. Its very cute to hear him say it. He also loves babies. My nephew Nash is the first baby I think he remembers and since we always showed him the baby and pictures of him by saying "nash" instead of baby, he uses Nash for every baby. On TV is "nash!" in chuch, "Nash!" and every baby he see's. Now if he see's more than one baby its "More Nash"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kid is so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7247916002967845716?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7247916002967845716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7247916002967845716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7247916002967845716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7247916002967845716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/more.html' title='More...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-9193195354803364893</id><published>2008-08-27T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:40:39.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket Head</title><content type='html'>Recently Ty has developed a habit of putting things on his head. This could be a pot he found in the kitchen, a toy bucket, or his latest finding...a trash can. He emptied all of the contents out of the trash (which thankfully is a small one we use for papers and other non-disgusting items) and he put in on his head and starting walking around. This went on for a good 10 minutes during the which he was chasing Jason and them trying to feel his way around to find Jason. I finally had to get the camera to capture such an adorable moment. Hope you enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f98c2a9c4beb703" 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://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f98c2a9c4beb703%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45E4FDFD7CA9F0C60FADA6D9B90409B69C55C68D.753BF2349943E26DB92291B2FDFEA07766DA546%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f98c2a9c4beb703%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcZYb7gutY6MN3YPXX8hq83BLfXE&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://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f98c2a9c4beb703%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408649%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45E4FDFD7CA9F0C60FADA6D9B90409B69C55C68D.753BF2349943E26DB92291B2FDFEA07766DA546%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f98c2a9c4beb703%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcZYb7gutY6MN3YPXX8hq83BLfXE&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/6045351724280832419-9193195354803364893?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f98c2a9c4beb703&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9193195354803364893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=9193195354803364893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9193195354803364893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9193195354803364893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/bucket-head.html' title='Bucket Head'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-3737757991817299552</id><published>2008-08-19T22:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:08:06.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New words</title><content type='html'>Ty is starting to really pick up on words that we ask him to say. He still has his regular words "Duck, Puppy, ouch, yes, up, ampa (for grandpa), nerma (for grandma)," and many others but recently we have introduced a few more words into his vocabulary. He has started to say "Amen" which is very cute when he says it after he has been folding his arms during prayer. (our pride and joy!) Today I taught him the word "Sale." We went to park city, which happens to be one of my favorite places. We bought him some new clothes on "sale." Im pretty sure that was my first word back in the day.  We also went to the Olympic Park and walked around and saw some of the cool stuff up there. As we watched the summer trainee's for the ski jumps Ty was saying "wow." Then we showed him the bobsled track (where for only 60$ you can experience it yourself...) and we tried to teach him "fast."&lt;br /&gt;Ty is getting so big and it is so fun to watch him grow up and learn so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-3737757991817299552?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3737757991817299552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=3737757991817299552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3737757991817299552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/3737757991817299552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-words.html' title='New words'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7622299880169795014</id><published>2008-08-17T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:48:48.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking dawn and Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I borrowed the book Breaking Dawn from my sister and I finished it in 22 hours. This book is 750 pages. I told Jason that if he wanted me to be a wife and a mom and to be an active part of our Anniversary tomorrow he needed to leave me be and let me read...which he did. I found the book to be good. It was interesting enough for me to keep reading but not too dark. I thought it ended the serious well. Now I get to enjoy a day with my husband celebrating 3 years of our joined life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7622299880169795014?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7622299880169795014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7622299880169795014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7622299880169795014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7622299880169795014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-and-anniversary.html' title='Breaking dawn and Anniversary'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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-6045351724280832419.post-5033351243234109036</id><published>2008-08-11T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:22:15.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDOMZTCyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P6Qu-q22Kx4/s1600-h/43630010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327046873254690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDOMZTCyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P6Qu-q22Kx4/s320/43630010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDOw_9DKI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hhc-6An6Bec/s1600-h/43630100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327056699067554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDOw_9DKI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hhc-6An6Bec/s320/43630100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDPaSVojI/AAAAAAAAACM/tytfkFffaw8/s1600-h/43630102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233327067782029874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDPaSVojI/AAAAAAAAACM/tytfkFffaw8/s320/43630102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have an annual pass to the zoo and since it is only about 2 miles away we decided to take Ty like once a week. He is really starting to enjoy it! Right now everything is either a puppy or a duck but we are working on that. :) Here are a few pictures from our last 2 trips for your enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5033351243234109036?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5033351243234109036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5033351243234109036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5033351243234109036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5033351243234109036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/zoo-time.html' title='Zoo Time'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SKCDOMZTCyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P6Qu-q22Kx4/s72-c/43630010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4141799621333377324</id><published>2008-08-07T20:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:56:45.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Osmond Phenomonon</title><content type='html'>I must admit that I have never understand the excitement about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Osmonds&lt;/span&gt;, but then again, I was born in the wrong generation apparently. Anyway, one of my greatest cousin friends is an Osmond. My mothers sister married Tom (for those of you not obsessed with the entire family Tom is one of the brothers...you know, Alan, Merrill, Jimmy, Donny, Marie, a few others, and Tom.) So I have grown up hearing about "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osmonds&lt;/span&gt;." I saw them on TV doing various talk shows, game shows, etc. Heck, Ive even met Donny and Marie (oh mercy me!) Ive even been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Donnys&lt;/span&gt; house. My gosh...no way. I did benefit from the Ownership Alan had in the Stadium of Fire a few years ago and was able to go for free to see none other than the BEACH BOYS (with back up drummer John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stamos&lt;/span&gt; oh la la).&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the point I am getting too... Today we were hanging out downtown and decided to do the conference Center tour. In our group was a man from Missouri. When we were on the roof looking at the temple this man starts expressing how this has been his best vacation ever because he saw Donny Osmond in the temple yesterday. He just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe it and he was so curious about what was going on and why he would be there. Well, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; help it. I said "Well, he is an active member of the church who has a current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt;, but if that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; enough to get him to the temple then the marriage of his son is." He looked at me with a very bewildered look...I could tell he wanted to hear more so I said "yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; related to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Osmonds&lt;/span&gt;." Granted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not related the THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OSMONDS&lt;/span&gt;, just SOME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Osmonds&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe someday I will fully appreciate what so many others seem to love so dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4141799621333377324?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4141799621333377324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4141799621333377324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4141799621333377324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4141799621333377324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/osmond-phenomonon.html' title='The Osmond Phenomonon'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8744730357307940734</id><published>2008-07-30T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:54:54.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we like about our new place...</title><content type='html'>Well, we are officially moved it. It has been a long and busy two days but we are all settled it (except for the picture hanging and a bit of organizing). In a matter of a day and a half we have already started to enjoy a few things we like to consider luxuries!&lt;br /&gt;-AC. Jason and I have never had AC in the three years of marriage. And now...we have it!&lt;br /&gt;-Dishwasher. Its a little strange that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to play paper rock scissors to determine whose job it is!&lt;br /&gt;-Internet. The most we have had is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dail&lt;/span&gt;-up. But here at our new place it is so totally included!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt; hookups. Now, this is cool. You mean I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to walk back and forth to a coin op with a toddler in tow? Cool! The hookups would be depressing without the screaming awesome deal we got on a Washer/Dryer. Great condition, about 2-3 years old whirlpool set for 100$. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;craigs&lt;/span&gt; list!&lt;br /&gt;-Maintenance. Seriously. We requested our blinds be fixed and miraculously within 12 hours, they were. We have never had service like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; take make to impress us these days. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8744730357307940734?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8744730357307940734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8744730357307940734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8744730357307940734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8744730357307940734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-we-like-about-our-new-place.html' title='The things we like about our new place...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6034825157593728935</id><published>2008-07-24T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:29:11.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a place to live!</title><content type='html'>We have offially found a place to live! We are very excited to be able to be in our own place again on Tuesday. We will be living at "Shoreline Ridge." It is the housing they build for the Olympic Athletes. We got a pretty good deal and it is really close to Jasons buildings. We are very excited! Tuesday cant come to soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6034825157593728935?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6034825157593728935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6034825157593728935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6034825157593728935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6034825157593728935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-place-to-live.html' title='We have a place to live!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8679891756018646351</id><published>2008-07-11T14:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:04:34.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HE IS HOME!</title><content type='html'>Jason is now home! It is wonderful. I flew down on Wednesday and we drove back together yesterday. We are so happy that the internship is over! It was such a good experience for him and he learned a lot but we are ready to be back in a place together. Now we just have to find one. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ty was sick last week. It was so sad! He had what was described to me as having ulcers on his tonsils. He was in SO MUCH PAIN and there was nothing we could do...just wait it out. I had him practically drinking Tylonol out of the bottle! He is doing much better now but I think it is because his daddy is home and no one can make him laugh like his daddy can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8679891756018646351?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8679891756018646351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8679891756018646351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8679891756018646351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8679891756018646351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-is-home.html' title='HE IS HOME!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-9183527246612575</id><published>2008-07-03T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:10:37.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Freedom Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SGz5KrQ_EkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wsuf6ZvJGKY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820030023537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SGz5KrQ_EkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wsuf6ZvJGKY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I was emailed this pic by a friend and loved it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to wish everyone a happy 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though the price of everything is going up and there are so many sad things happening in the world at least we can walk outside and not see soilders with machine guns strolling our streets and we can run around with our kids and not have to worry about stepping on land mines and at least we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire and respect those woman who say goodbye to thier husbands for much longer than I said goodbye to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our soilders this holiday and how thankful we should be for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-9183527246612575?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9183527246612575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=9183527246612575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9183527246612575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/9183527246612575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-freedom-day.html' title='Happy Freedom Day'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SGz5KrQ_EkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wsuf6ZvJGKY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-2937500429032076173</id><published>2008-06-30T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:23:36.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting...</title><content type='html'>We are still waiting for Jason. :) I will be flying to Las Vegas a week from Wednesday to drive home with him. Thus the countdown begins! I cannot begin to express how long this summer has felt at times! Overall is has gone fairly well but it is going to be a good thing to have in the past. Ty is doing great. He is starting to talk like crazy. His vocabulary consists of words like Mom, dad, duck, up, no, ouch, am-pa (for grandpa) nerma (for grandma) and a few others here and there. He understands so much too! He is actually starting to do what I say. Granted, I know this is for a limited time only because Im sure he will become quite defiant in his own time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-2937500429032076173?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2937500429032076173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=2937500429032076173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2937500429032076173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/2937500429032076173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4279075765500738494</id><published>2008-06-18T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:39:54.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>Well, Today is the three week mark until I fly down to Vegas to drive back with Jason. 7 weeks down, 3 more to go! We are very excited for this internship to be over. He has really enjoyed working in the field and getting some PT experience but we are ready to be back together! Hopefully we will quickly find a place and be back is SLC as soon as we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4279075765500738494?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4279075765500738494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4279075765500738494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4279075765500738494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4279075765500738494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Three weeks and counting'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4184224709901480804</id><published>2008-06-13T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:31:12.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three against one and it still cant be done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SFMtWn2rJuI/AAAAAAAAABs/x7jIdYBwThA/s1600-h/100_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211559060476471010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SFMtWn2rJuI/AAAAAAAAABs/x7jIdYBwThA/s320/100_5064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave Ty his 4th haircut tonight. It didnt go over so well. We decided to go SHORT so we dont have to do it for a while, plus it's a bit of a summer doo. Im lettin' this kid go shag from now on. Its too depressing and trying on my emotions to listen to him scream in agony! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4184224709901480804?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4184224709901480804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4184224709901480804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4184224709901480804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4184224709901480804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-against-one-and-it-still-cant-be.html' title='Three against one and it still cant be done!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SFMtWn2rJuI/AAAAAAAAABs/x7jIdYBwThA/s72-c/100_5064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-442596721976440330</id><published>2008-06-02T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:40:31.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No News...</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing much is going on with any of us. Jason is still just working hard in the hospital in Vegas. He is doing really well and I think he is enjoying it. This week he will be half done! We are getting very excited. He will be coming to Utah for Fathers Day next weekend which will be very nice. Ty and I are just hanging out. Our days start to run together but at least I have a few friends around. Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, when you read this call me. I think the boys need to play. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-442596721976440330?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/442596721976440330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=442596721976440330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/442596721976440330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/442596721976440330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-news.html' title='No News...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7849013700632360579</id><published>2008-05-24T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:06:39.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas...COLD?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I could come away to vegas to catch some cooler temps at the end of May! Yesterday the high was mid 60's, today we havent gotten above 62 and it isnt expected to get warmer till next week! We have seen poeple in parka's!  We think this is great, we've been walking around in shorts and t shirts! It has been raining off and on since we got here but its really nice. We've done some fun things and its nice for all of us to be together for a bit. We only wish we could have taken Ty swimming but oh well, he has come down with a nasty cold anyway. Probably all that recycled airplane air. So combining a cold with the pack n play and a new place Ty is making Jason make up for not having to get up with him the past 3 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7849013700632360579?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7849013700632360579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7849013700632360579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7849013700632360579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7849013700632360579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/vegascold.html' title='Vegas...COLD?!?!?'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-7371582066951649052</id><published>2008-05-21T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:55:51.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a beautiful morning...</title><content type='html'>I love this weather. Ty is upset because I wont let him go outside. Im thinking that maybe later I will just send him out anyway. Im sure he would love to play in the rain considering one of his favorite things is being sprayed in the face by a water bottle! Im excited for the next few days of cooler weather and rain. Las Vegas is suppose to be in the 70's and 80's through memorial day...and that is great news cause WE ARE GONNA BE THERE! We are so excited to see Jason! Best present EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-7371582066951649052?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7371582066951649052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=7371582066951649052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7371582066951649052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/7371582066951649052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-what-beautiful-morning.html' title='Oh what a beautiful morning...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1694339547953402667</id><published>2008-05-13T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:23:10.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mothers day pix!  &lt;a href="http://www.cherirodasphotgraphy.com/"&gt;www.cherirodasphotgraphy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCoZko1W8mI/AAAAAAAAABU/uS2IpiAcXiQ/s1600-h/Me+and+TY+for+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199996836979864162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCoZko1W8mI/AAAAAAAAABU/uS2IpiAcXiQ/s320/Me+and+TY+for+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ty at BYU&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCoZk41W8nI/AAAAAAAAABc/Q_Z7Q3B5LCU/s1600-h/n531970513_2984125_5974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199996841274831474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCoZk41W8nI/AAAAAAAAABc/Q_Z7Q3B5LCU/s320/n531970513_2984125_5974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1694339547953402667?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1694339547953402667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1694339547953402667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1694339547953402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1694339547953402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mothers-day-pix-me-and-ty-at-byu-www.html' title=''/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCoZko1W8mI/AAAAAAAAABU/uS2IpiAcXiQ/s72-c/Me+and+TY+for+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-329477331322950360</id><published>2008-05-13T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:34:08.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers day and the Hoff</title><content type='html'>Well, Jason has now been in LV for 9 days. It has been a long 9 days and we still have quite a ways to go! We miss him terribly! For mothers day he worked really hard and had some pictures taken of he and Ty and had three of them made into a collage for me and framed it. It is so beautiful! I will I could post it but I cant. :( I have one of the pictures (which is posted) but not the others. Even though he wasnt here it was wonderful to have such a thoughtful gift from him. Also this past week my sister who is working on learning the in's and outs of photography so she took a few of just Ty and I. It was fun. We got some cute pictures of him chasing a group of ducks saying "Duck, duck, duck, duck." Now I just have to teach him "goose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note, I just got off the phone with Jason and since today is his day off he decided to go explore the strip. He has only been there twice with me and both were short trips with limited time on the strip. He was so excited because he "hassled the hoff." Well, I guess the hoff actually hassled him. David Hasslehoff was on his cell phone and I guess just about ran into Jason. He was very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-329477331322950360?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/329477331322950360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=329477331322950360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/329477331322950360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/329477331322950360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-and-hoff.html' title='Mothers day and the Hoff'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-1465423081665854444</id><published>2008-05-07T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:28:06.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCHKVuOAhsI/AAAAAAAAABE/AnUKPbb_avE/s1600-h/CTJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657919495112386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCHKVuOAhsI/AAAAAAAAABE/AnUKPbb_avE/s320/CTJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cherirodasphotography.com/"&gt;http://www.cherirodasphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently reminded that I have a blog and that I have not posted. Now that Jason is down in Las Vegas for his internship Im sure I will find plenty of time to keep everything up to date. Jason will be in LV until July doing an internship for school. We cant believe in two years he will have his Doctorate of Physical Therapy! He has been working so hard and he is doing excellent in school. I am still being the stay at home mom. Nothing new in my life but Ty keeps me pretty busy. He has been walking since about 11 months and now has decided that running is much better. :) He is very smart and understands virtually everything we tell him and he listens. Im sure that part is short-lived! He says 'yes' all the time and he is starting to say 'what's this' all the time. He has yet to say 'no' and we hope to keep it that way! The only time he will say mom is when he is in his crib and he wants out. He is still in need of a haircut, I dont have the guts to do it so I am trying to talk my mom into cutting it. We recently had my friend take some pictures for us and for the first time since he was born we got atleast a half smile when the camera was on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-1465423081665854444?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1465423081665854444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=1465423081665854444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1465423081665854444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/1465423081665854444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgettful-me.html' title='Forgetful me...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/SCHKVuOAhsI/AAAAAAAAABE/AnUKPbb_avE/s72-c/CTJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4921984055903529470</id><published>2008-02-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:37:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With and without...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/R6dNR-jWP8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nyR_4Qd0l1Y/s1600-h/ty1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/R6dNR-jWP8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nyR_4Qd0l1Y/s320/ty1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163180469047934914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO cute! Now my child is in desperate need of a haircut. :) Both these pictures were taken at Cheri's house (my photographer friend). She is very talented. She got some pictures of him even though he was SCREAMING the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the one with the helmet he has teeth. He actually just had is eighth break through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/R6dMUejWP6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3yD189NlxQ0/s1600-h/IMG_3936+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcRIs-RKmJw/R6dMUejWP6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3yD189NlxQ0/s320/IMG_3936+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163179412485980066" 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/6045351724280832419-4921984055903529470?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4921984055903529470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4921984055903529470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4921984055903529470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4921984055903529470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-and-without.html' title='With and without...'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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/_kcRIs-RKmJw/R6dNR-jWP8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nyR_4Qd0l1Y/s72-c/ty1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-8948368108205119118</id><published>2008-01-30T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:28:11.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture FYI</title><content type='html'>So our computer hasnt been reading our camera. Still working on that. The pictures will come...promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-8948368108205119118?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8948368108205119118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=8948368108205119118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8948368108205119118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/8948368108205119118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/picture-fyi.html' title='picture FYI'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-5107399709619396498</id><published>2008-01-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:24:56.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...and now the helmet is off!!!</title><content type='html'>It has certainly been a while since the last post. Ty is at the age where he cant really be trusted to just sit and play nice anymore. He is increasingly intrigued by everything and wants to get into, and destroy anything he possibly can! He is such a good kid though. Jason and I have no complaints. He is very patient (jason tests him all the time) and he just loves to smile and laugh. He certainly keeps me busy and having him and a computer within 2 feet of each other isnt wise...he would fine the keys, lights, and cords way to tempting!&lt;br /&gt;Today was a particularly special day...the helmet is officially off! The doctor said he sees incredible improvement and with time as Ty grows his head should continue to shape perfectly. :) We are very excited to be able to kiss his head and not have to worry about a helmet smashing down on our faces! The biggest issue at hand at the current time is a haircut. His hair has continued to grow and grow underneath that helmet and now it needs a trim! In its current state Im sure some people would die for the volume he has! We took a few final helmet pictures last night and we tried to keep him still for atleast a half second to get one of him tonight without the helmet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-5107399709619396498?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5107399709619396498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=5107399709619396498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5107399709619396498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/5107399709619396498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-whileand-now-helmet-is-off.html' title='Its been a while...and now the helmet is off!!!'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-6540651750960893911</id><published>2008-01-05T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T17:08:21.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from NY</title><content type='html'>So, I didnt take my camera to NY but my brother in law had his with him in Central Park. Check out the video he make on youtube. His channel is perfectlittlelife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is called NYE in Central Park. He has some other really cool videos on there so check those out as well. Especially the one with my brother in law chris and the fire academy in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are uploading pictures of Ty tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-6540651750960893911?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6540651750960893911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=6540651750960893911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6540651750960893911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/6540651750960893911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-from-ny.html' title='Home from NY'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045351724280832419.post-4602975670179773551</id><published>2007-12-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:34:07.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Apple</title><content type='html'>So we are chillin in NY for the next few days with Jasons family. Ty is playing with the Ciccotelli grandparents and enjoying his time on the east coast. He is sleeping better than we thought he would and the flight out here was easy! He just hung out and ate cheerios while talking to anyone in sight. We are going to be going to Central Park for a fun run on NYE (which I do not think will be fun. Midnight in the park in JANUARY?) so look forward to pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045351724280832419-4602975670179773551?l=ciccotelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4602975670179773551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045351724280832419&amp;postID=4602975670179773551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4602975670179773551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045351724280832419/posts/default/4602975670179773551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciccotelli.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-apple.html' title='The Big Apple'/><author><name>C, J, T, and M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06340274622077597624</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></feed>
