<?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-8782076722963310095</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:26:08.240-07:00</updated><category term='fall'/><category term='festival'/><category term='scarecrow'/><title type='text'>The Snyder Pad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-150570995681576701</id><published>2009-07-28T11:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:52:49.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I get myself into this?</title><content type='html'>I kept telling myself that I just needed a little time to adjust to the situation at home when my mother-in-law had to move in with us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt;.  Unfortunately, her plans fell through and temporary became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt;.  I've tried so hard to be selfless and keep my mouth shut, but as time goes by, I find myself feeling bitter and resentful. I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been really hard on me and I feel like I've reached my limit and I have no idea what to do. On one hand she is Rory's mom and I know he worries about where she would go or what she would do if she wasn't with us.  On the other hand, the drama and the stress is taking it's toll on our whole family.&lt;br /&gt;For any of you that don't know her, she is a very different type of person. She is beyond a handful and it gets worse as the time goes on. Well, she talked her doctor into prescribing a diet pill for her. (It's been explained that it has a similar effect as speed). She has been taking this drug for a little while now and has been a bit more jittery and getting less sleep. Recently there was a situation that happened with her other son Derek that she got involved in and it "charged" her emotionally. With all those factors, she was bound to crack, and she did. She was practically hysterical when she was trying to explain that God was talking to her and that all of our worries were over. Now, I do believe in revelation and inspiration, but this woman was three shades of crazy and had no clue what she was talking about. She said that God had told her that some stranger was going to pay off our house so I could be a stay at home mom and Rory could be a stay at home dad and that she was going to find her "eternal mate" and get married and travel all over the world and bring millions of people back to God.  In the middle of her tirade, she lost the ability to speak several times and once she recovered, she said it was Satan holding her tongue and that God had pushed him away to enable her to speak again.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of this entire situation was that, as I was trying to calm her down, there was a knock at my door.  When I answered it, there was a lady I hadn't met before standing there with a little girl. To my shock and horror, I noticed that the little girl was mine! Lexie had wandered out the front door that had been left unlocked or possibly open by one of Cassies other family members bringing her back to my house. Needless to say my heart instantly sunk into my stomach and I started bawling my eyes out. What kind of mother am I, that instead of being able to protect my daughter and keep her safe I was trying to console a crazy lady that had all but turned our family upside down?! All the "what if's" started spinning through my head. What on earth would I do If anything ever happened to my little girl. I am literally at my breaking point. I am afraid that this was the very last straw. I am thinking that it has come down to she goes or I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-150570995681576701?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/150570995681576701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=150570995681576701' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/150570995681576701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/150570995681576701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-did-i-get-myself-into-this.html' title='How did I get myself into this?'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-9006000007334675861</id><published>2009-05-13T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:19:23.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What The........Twilight?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that I would rather sit down on the couch with a remote in hand and watch one of my favorite programs than to pick up a book.  I consider myself a busy lady, and for some reason I just don't feel the need to make the time. I have a full time job, I have my girls to take care of and my t.v. time is my relax time.&lt;br /&gt;So, after the movie Twilight came out, my mom borrowed the book series from Kristie. She was so consumed and excited about these crazy books that it got me a little interested. As soon as she finished the first book, she was going to pass it along. I decided to go ahead and find the time to read it. Imagine my surprise when I could not put this stupid vampire book down.  I'm also a little embarrassed to admit I had to take a lunch break at work to run out and buy the next 3. How on Earth did I get sucked into the crazy madness of Stephenie Meyers series. I have never been so insanely obsessed about any book or book series. I have to roll my eyes at myself. What should have taken me all month, took me about a week and a half to read all 4 novels. CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the last book I felt at a loss. I felt really sad there was not more, that can't be all. What was I going to do now that I ate, drank and breathed Twilight for a week and a half and now.....nothing. Talk about addict. I may actually have to seek medical attention for my near disorder.  I was pretty upset about not having more, so I pulled up Stephenie Meyers website and came across the beginning of a book that went along with the series but was put on hold indefinitely because of a leak of the draft on the internet. I was sorry to hear the book was put on hold but so excited that there was still more to read.  How pathetic am I?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope the movie New Moon will be good. Now that they have more money to work with and a new director. We'll see. I'll be waiting to get my next "fix" in November. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-9006000007334675861?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/9006000007334675861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=9006000007334675861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/9006000007334675861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/9006000007334675861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-thetwilight.html' title='What The........Twilight?'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-2860946760086682201</id><published>2009-04-15T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:16:57.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What??  Easter is over already???</title><content type='html'>You know how you start counting down the days to an event and then you blink and it's over. That's kinda how Easter this year was for me. Getting everything ready, buying the eggs and other groceries, finding the baskets, making Rory get the yard ready etc....... so much pre-planning and then before you know it, it's Monday and everybody is back to work. SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have our Easter get together at our house again this year. I actually prefer it that way. If Lu-Lu decides to be a one man wrecking crew, it's my problem and I'll deal with it whenever I feel like it. Even if that means in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with the traditional coloring of the eggs. I ended up having to chill out and just let Lexie do her own thing. She didn't quite get the concept, but she sure enjoyed handling all the eggs. All the other kids seemed like pro's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  we had a nice break for lunch. We had picked up a Honeybaked Ham and Honeybaked Turkey, and made some yummy sandwiches with Julie's homemade rolls. (Good job jules.) And thank you Deanna for bringing your world famous potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Rory and I scattered the Easter eggs in the back yard. The kids were so cute during the hunt. Camrie wasn't wasting any time. She was so funny running from  egg to egg. Next year she's going out the same time as the older kids. There's no way she even needs a head start. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hunt, almost everybody had to leave, so those of us that were still there put in a movie and just enjoyed the rest of the evening.  And ate cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to add the pictures in a day or two. My home computer won't let me log into my blog and my work computer does not have a way to load my pictures.  Whatcha gonna' do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Sherri, thanks for the push to update my blog and LeAnne, I promise I'll post my 6th picture in my 6th folder. I tried to do it at home several times, but for some dumb reason, I can't even log in. Stupid technology!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-2860946760086682201?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/2860946760086682201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=2860946760086682201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2860946760086682201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2860946760086682201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-easter-is-already-over.html' title='What??  Easter is over already???'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-2760148561054139072</id><published>2009-02-10T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:57:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few random thoughts</title><content type='html'>There is actually really nothing new and exciting happening in my life, but I still wanted to update my blog. It's been sitting on the same post for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going great. I am really enjoying the change of pace. It was a little difficult at first, but now that the in-box is under control, I have been able to relax a little and enjoy it a whole lot more. My co-workers are a riot. There have been quite a few "laugh breaks" when we take a break and end up laughing almost the entire time. I really feel so blessed to have found a job I love so much before my last job closed up shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life is still a little crazy.  Lulu is still a little terror. I love her dearly and she's getting a little better, but this child has a bit of a mean streak. She's into hitting an pulling hair. She looks at you with her adorable eyes and grabs a lock of hair and just pulls. Poor Jaelynn has been the victim of this on several occasions. She has so much hair and it's so easy to get a hold of. It's a good thing Jae loves her little sister, otherwise there may be trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaelynn is still the best big sister in the world. I don't know how long it will last, but I love that she loves her little sister so much. She still says "Mom, I love being a big sister." That makes me smile. Another thing that made me smile is one of her "kidisms" The other day I was watching T.V. with the kids and told Jae that I would be right back, I just had to go potty. That's when she said "Well mom, since you never get any privacy........We're coming with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory is doing really well at work. His store looks awesome and he's been "unofficially" named the new training manager. They keep giving him "MIT's" (Manager in training), to train and then set them up in a new store as manager. I say "unofficially" because he has not been promoted, just nominated for the task. He has such a good reputation with his training abilities and his dedication to his own store that they decided he was the best man for the job. Unfortunately, he just earns "kudos" instead of an increase in salary. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have a full house. Rory's mom and brother are still living with us. It's a bit difficult at times, but I'm trying to be more positive about it and just hoping that I am earning mega points in Heaven. If this goes on much longer I think I'll be a shoe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that next time I post I'll have somethig really good to post about and not just a recap of everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-2760148561054139072?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/2760148561054139072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=2760148561054139072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2760148561054139072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2760148561054139072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-random-thoughts.html' title='Just a few random thoughts'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-5782588210834713079</id><published>2009-01-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:16:41.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Job</title><content type='html'>This year I started the new year off with a new job.  JoAnn's son Al owns a business in West Jordan called Engineered Wall Systems. It's a construction company that puts metal paneling up on buildings looking to remodel or go for a more "retro" look. They also make signs and other fun things like that. I've been hired to take over the Accounts payable/receivable dept., make travel reservations for the guys on the out of stat jobs, answer phones, enter in the time cards for payroll and pretty much do anything they ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's been fun. Busy, but fun. I found myself in a situation where I've had to play catch up from the previous girl. Apparently she wasn't quite on top of things and she let a few things slide. I am just now getting to the point where I can breathe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at the new place are really fun and really nice. I think we'll get a long just fine. There have been a couple times we've taken a break and just visited and ended up laughing so hard our guts hurt. I think I'm really going to enjoy it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only set back in my mind is the fact that I'm not used to having to be to work by 8 a.m. For those of you that know me well, know this is VERY DIFFICULT for me. Rory has been a lifesaver. The whole first week on the job, Rory scheduled himself later in the day so he could get the girls ready and off to daycare and/or school. He has been so good to help.  THANK YOU, THANK YOU Rory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry if I haven't been in touch or up to speed with all of you, like I said I am just now able to slow down and take a breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-5782588210834713079?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5782588210834713079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=5782588210834713079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5782588210834713079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5782588210834713079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-job.html' title='The New Job'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-5976549648568338586</id><published>2008-12-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:34:22.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Happens</title><content type='html'>I want to start off by saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaelynn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday was a huge hit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; was the star of the day! She had so much fun being the Magicians helper. Sometimes Jae is a little nervous and shy when it comes to getting in front of large crowds, but it was her day to shine and she loved it. I will post a couple pictures as soon as I have them in the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the title "Stuff Happens", I just found out that Western Travel will be closing it's doors for good! As of January 1st I will be jobless. I know we've been slowing down for some time now, but it's still kind of a shock when it's official. We've made jokes about it for a couple of years, but it still seemed like it was going to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tickin&lt;/span&gt;' for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at western travel about 12 years ago. It's been a fun ride. I have been able to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;advantage&lt;/span&gt; of some pretty terrific deals and have been to some pretty fun places. Places I would have most likely never gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the friends I've made here. Friends that have been through almost all of the major moments in my life right along with me. They were there for my wedding and they were there through both pregnancies. I hope that even though we won't be working together any more, we can still keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, there have been a few doors opened to me that I will be able to explore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JoAnn&lt;/span&gt; has some son's that own their own businesses and are always in need of a little help. I'm not sure what the positions would be but they have both offered to hire me if I need a place to go. I have also been advised of other positions with friends or family that might work out to my advantage too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to move on to the next chapter in my life and hopefully be able to help provide for my family and find something I also enjoy doing. I'll keep my fingers crossed. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-5976549648568338586?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5976549648568338586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=5976549648568338586' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5976549648568338586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5976549648568338586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff-happens.html' title='Stuff Happens'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-385914691929725714</id><published>2008-12-03T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:10:12.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December Birthday</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that December birthday's are hard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaelynn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is December 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited. I am excited for her but also a little bit frazzled. Everybody is so busy this time of year. We're all trying to recover from Thanksgiving and get ready for all the family Christmas parties. WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;My mom always made my birthday special. I never felt like I was overlooked because my birthday was so close to Christmas, so I want to be able to do the same thing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt;. This year we decided to hire a magician for her party. (We saw a magician over at Hollywood Connection the other day and she was so in awe over the tricks) It was so cute to see the amazement in her eyes. That's how we decided to look around for one.&lt;br /&gt;I would love for all of Jae's little friends and cousins to be able to come so for those who are free this Saturday, December 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, leave me your e-mail addresses so I can send you the details. We will be having it in a public place so if the parents want to stay and watch, they are more than welcome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-385914691929725714?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/385914691929725714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=385914691929725714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/385914691929725714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/385914691929725714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-birthday.html' title='December Birthday'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-8269870355042802617</id><published>2008-11-26T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:28:00.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Conference</title><content type='html'>I attended my very first parent teacher conference (as the parent instead of the student) last night, and am so proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; for doing so well in her kindergarten class. However, I am completely embarrassed that the only negative mark on her progress report is because of me. She has been tardy for class 16 times. The majority have only been by a minute or two but there have been a couple times she's been pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what a slacker mom I am. I have no organizational skills at all. I used to think I was a pretty good multi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tasker&lt;/span&gt;, but I've come to realize I'm completely off my rocker! Maybe I should get the girls dressed and ready the night before and just worry about hair and breakfast the next morning. Hey, it could work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to get my act together and not let my bad habits become hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Job Jae!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-8269870355042802617?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/8269870355042802617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=8269870355042802617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/8269870355042802617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/8269870355042802617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/11/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent Teacher Conference'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-2377405715224463302</id><published>2008-11-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:42:24.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite (5 year old ) Quotes</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everybody for the nice comments from my previous post. I decided we're all in the same boat at one time or another, so as long as we all know that we can vent and cry and get advice from each other, we can feel better just knowing we have some support out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I was reading my friend Tyler's blog a while back,  and he had made some really fun comments on how his son was asking some legitimate 6 yr old questions. You don't realize how a child views the world until they ask you their curious little questions. It made me smile and think of that show "Kids say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;darndest&lt;/span&gt; things."  I decided to post some of the fun things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; has asked me that I promised I would write down but haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We were driving down the road fall of last year. We made comments about how there were so many leaves on the ground and how fun it would be to rake them up and jump into them.  She asked me "Mom how do the leaves get back onto the trees?" I smiled and told her that they grow new ones in the spring. Her reply "Wait, wait, wait...I thought they just floated back up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jae and I were talking about a doctor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. I had to go to. I told her I had to go see the same doctor that delivered Lexie. She said "Delivered?" "Like put her in a box in the back of a truck and deliver her to our house?" (She was there when Lexie was born, so she understands how babies are born, the word "deliver" just threw her off a little." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We had gone to Red Lobster for Rory's birthday a couple of years ago. Her nose was glued to the glass of the giant lobster tank in the front. A couple days later we were at my parents house and she was explaining to grandpa what she saw in the "crab tank" He wasn't quite sure what she was saying so he asked "What? Crab cakes?" Her reply "No, crab tank." My Dad: "What about crab cakes?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaleynn&lt;/span&gt; a little frustrated at this point said "LOOK AT MY MOUTH... CRAB TANK!" (When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; was learning to speak. I told her to look at my mouth to see how I was saying the words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Just a couple of days ago. I was having a rough day (As most of you could tell by my previous post). We were driving along when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaleynn&lt;/span&gt; says "Mom, I love you". I said "Jae you are such a sweetheart. I love you too." Jae then replied "Am I making your day any better?" I told her "Of course you made my day better. Thank you for being so thoughtful and making me smile." She said "That's what I'm here for. That's what I was made for."...."Is that what kids are made for?"...."I actually don't know what kids are made for, but I like 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking about her old daycare. There was a little boy named Aidan that she had grown very fond of. She told me she and Aidan were going to get married when they grew up.  They would play together at every recess even though he was in the kindergarten class and she was only a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt;. She was missing him the other day and said to me. "I miss my friend Aidan. Do you think he misses me?" I said "I'm sure he misses you too. You guys were really good friends." She said "Do you know how we decided to get married?" I said "No. Tell me." She said "Well, we were at recess one day playing in the sand box and I told him that I liked him. He told me he liked me too, so when we grow up we'll get married."....."So, when we both grow up we'll find each other and get married...Okay?"  I just smiled and said "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many fun things she's said, but I didn't write them down, so unfortunately I've forgotten some of them. I've decided that starting today, I'm going to keep a notebook handy and when I hear her say some of those little comments that make me smile, I'll write them down before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody else has some fun "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kidisms&lt;/span&gt;" I'd love to hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-2377405715224463302?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/2377405715224463302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=2377405715224463302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2377405715224463302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2377405715224463302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-5-year-old-quotes.html' title='My Favorite (5 year old ) Quotes'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-1927118953880292662</id><published>2008-11-06T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:42:16.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm going to treat this as a bit of an experiment. I just want to find out if it's just me or of other's go through the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has situations that come up in their lives that tend to throw them a curve ball and they find themselves making the best of a bad situation. In my mind, the majority tends to keep a good attitude and their lives aren't affected too deeply.&lt;br /&gt;My first dilemma is that there have been a couple financial disappointments in my life (as well as the majority of the U.S., I'm sure) and I know we'll get through it, and I know we'll just have to cut a few corners and go without a few things, but I'm still bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have also been dealing with a hard to handle 1 yr old. I love her to pieces, but she is also one of the biggest challenges in my life. She is adorable yet she pushes my buttons on a daily basis. She seems to set the tone for the whole house. If she's happy, we all seem to be happy, but if she's mean and ornery, so are the rest of us!&lt;br /&gt;Third, we have a couple live-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in's&lt;/span&gt; with us at the moment. Rory's mom and brother are living with us for the time being. Cassie has been with us for about 2 and a half years and Derek has been with us for a few months now. I know they are Rory's family, but they are also taking their toll on my patience.&lt;br /&gt;Work has added it's share of stress as well. I know it's not as busy as it used to be, but that in itself is stressful. If there isn't as much business, there is no reason to keep the doors open. It might not be long before I'm cruising the classifieds....&lt;br /&gt;There are also all those little things in life that we all have to deal with, far too many to list one by one.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's the research part of it........Does anybody else out there feel like they're going to burst at any given moment? Like the pressure of everything around them is just going to push them right over the edge and send them to a padded cell? Because, I'm telling you, I feel like I 'm about to call up the funny farm and make myself a reservation. Do you think that everyday life and dramas can actually make someone crazy? Some days I feel like that stupid bird on the Cocoa Puffs box. Just plain Coo-Coo. Does anybody else out there feel the same way I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sanity sake please leave a comment with suggestions or advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all....That Crazy Lady Lisa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-1927118953880292662?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/1927118953880292662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=1927118953880292662' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/1927118953880292662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/1927118953880292662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-only-one.html' title='Am I the only one?'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-2932531010616778764</id><published>2008-10-31T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:39:20.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Parade</title><content type='html'>I am so sad I had to miss the school parade for Jaelynn's kindergarten class. Unfortunately, Halloween isn't a big enough holiday to close up the office. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403312165633922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQtdbPs_P4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8Xd5M7sxtxY/s320/Snyder+9+-+Boo+at+Zoo+and+Pumpkins+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had the chance to snap a couple of shots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; at her school before I had to head off to work.&lt;br /&gt;This year she was going to be Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. It's her favorite princess. But, when Kristie handed down one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haylee's&lt;/span&gt; old costumes, Aurora was just an afterthought. Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; as a Lovely Lion. I was going to put a cute nose and whiskers on her, but you know me ALWAYS late. I didn't grab the make-up on the way out the door. Oh well, maybe tonight we'll go all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263403314840049682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQtdbZqnmBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K7E2cjUjxJQ/s320/Snyder+9+-+Boo+at+Zoo+and+Pumpkins+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-2932531010616778764?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/2932531010616778764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=2932531010616778764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2932531010616778764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/2932531010616778764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-parade.html' title='School Parade'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQtdbPs_P4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/8Xd5M7sxtxY/s72-c/Snyder+9+-+Boo+at+Zoo+and+Pumpkins+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-5004448899019880285</id><published>2008-10-30T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:17:43.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Folder Fourth Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQnx6sC8SDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PeK1wPy_EPk/s1600-h/Jaelynn+and+Kylie+tea+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263003630117341234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQnx6sC8SDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PeK1wPy_EPk/s400/Jaelynn+and+Kylie+tea+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it took me so long to do this Stacy, I didn't realize I had been tagged. The date is wrong on this picture. I had just replaced the batteries and this is just the default date. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; taken June of this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was going to a tea party for her friend Kylie's birthday. They had a great time and Jae looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I tag Jodi, Trina, Jana and Julie to post the fourth picture in their fourth picture folder. Then tag at least 3 other people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263026440564724594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQoGqblZU3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NpztxNQfZxk/s400/Jaelynn+and+Kylie+tea+party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this is also the fifth picture. I just thought I would show a pic of the girls together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-5004448899019880285?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5004448899019880285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=5004448899019880285' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5004448899019880285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5004448899019880285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/fourth-folder-fourth-picture.html' title='Fourth Folder Fourth Picture'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQnx6sC8SDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PeK1wPy_EPk/s72-c/Jaelynn+and+Kylie+tea+party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-6154366445543066928</id><published>2008-10-23T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:21:27.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarecrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Scarecrow Festival</title><content type='html'>So, one day I'm driving down the road and hear this guy on the radio talking about the Scarecrow Festival at Thanksgiving Point. It sounded like it would be a fun fall activity for the kids. So we decided to go. It was a little pricey, but all in all I'm glad we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469886575048386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDxfZzx9sI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q8sdh2WLLyA/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470290283499442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDx25vYD7I/AAAAAAAAADs/R0ilE02jK9k/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got there, the kids stood in line for a fun bungee/trampoline ride. They stood in line for a whole hour before they decided to ditch and try something else. Further down the line they had several bounce houses and inflatables. That's where they really had fun. They got off one and right on to another, and so on, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471301196167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDyxvrvOfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/G1AwV4ENCCA/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471318236987186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDyyvKlfzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p0wuaybhMNA/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471304930309218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDyx9mBtGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aqfA4Mcqsik/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for Lexie (and ME) they had a fun little toddler section for 2 and under. They had toys and tunnels and mini pools filled with balls and blocks. I have to say that there aren't very many places that will also cater to toddlers. She threw an absolute fit when it was time to leave the play area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471331695808642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDyzhTa0II/AAAAAAAAAEU/7FSyip8npSs/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471321784462562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDyy8YXrOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/mQr0QrQE4CI/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the inflatable fun we went on to the farmyard area where they were having pony rides and "hay rides" without the hay of course. The line was way too long for the pony ride, but we wandered up just in time for the hay ride. The girls had a great time looking at the animals and playing in the little people buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260472593959048034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDz8_mbU2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yQpqQkeg4r4/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the jailbirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260472587553884418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDz8nvUSQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EqHWMkeR_Pk/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that they had some people at one of the stops making balloon animals. They were so good. They could make almost ANYTHING! Unfortunately, with all the action, they didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260472599577323618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDz9Uh7aGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AfOSkFBqwcQ/s320/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad we had the chance to spend some fun family time together. I like to think that the kids will remember some of the places we take them. If not, at least we have pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-6154366445543066928?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/6154366445543066928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=6154366445543066928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/6154366445543066928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/6154366445543066928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarecrow-festival.html' title='Scarecrow Festival'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SQDxfZzx9sI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q8sdh2WLLyA/s72-c/Snyder+8+-+Scarecrow+Festival+and+bowling+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-5580426663685484714</id><published>2008-10-16T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:54:39.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Kick</title><content type='html'>For some reason lately I've been thinking about KARMA. You know that belief that one's behavior good or bad will turn around and come right back at them. Those who are truly good people, good things will happen to them, and those who are not.....well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about all the people around me and the things that are happening in their lives right now. I think that Wendy is such a good person and deserves so much better than she's getting right now. Maybe it just takes a little time and when you least expect it something wonderful will happen. As for Russ, I don't wish any harm to befall him but I do wish he is miserable with his choices and feels guilt for the rest of his life. I hope he is as unhappy as he has made everybody else. Wendy I hope you don't mind me mentioning you in my little rant. I love you and hate to see how sad you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;Another example that makes me so angry are those soulless people out in cyberspace that steal money from so many unsuspecting and trusting people. They could care less who they hurt as long as they make a quick buck. I read so many stories recently about single mothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; two jobs just to make ends meet and along comes a smooth talker making very persuasive promises to help provide a better life. There goes the very last cent of savings and there goes what's left on the credit card. What did the family get in return? NOTHING. Not a darn thing. Those heartless jokers that just took food out of the mouths of that poor family make me so furious. How on earth do they sleep at night? I really hope karma roundhouse kicks them where the sun don't shine!&lt;br /&gt;As for the good people in life, you all know who you are, I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; very highly in blessings. I would love nothing more than to see you all blessed with amazingly happy lives. I've heard a certain quote from several places but have no idea who came up with it "God blesses many people with riches and material items, BUT for those he truly loves, he blesses with contentment." There are so many people out there, myself included, that think "If I only had money I know it would solve all my problems and I could be happy." , but I have come to realize that my family and friends are what make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me get on my soapbox and vent a little. You know there are some days where you just gotta let it all out. Today was that day for me. Love you all for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-5580426663685484714?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5580426663685484714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=5580426663685484714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5580426663685484714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5580426663685484714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/karma-kick.html' title='Karma Kick'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-8644003053820519185</id><published>2008-10-01T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:49:31.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Soap Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOPDqcHOhmI/AAAAAAAAADU/e3lw8qRbMlc/s1600-h/Camping+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252256724312557154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOPDqcHOhmI/AAAAAAAAADU/e3lw8qRbMlc/s320/Camping+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOPDBOoCMuI/AAAAAAAAADM/xnlNqKlETyk/s1600-h/lulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252256016317428450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOPDBOoCMuI/AAAAAAAAADM/xnlNqKlETyk/s320/lulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we went camping at Soap Stone. I am not much of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roughin&lt;/span&gt;" it kind of person anymore. I used to like sleeping in a tent and didn't mind so much when the rock under my sleeping bag kept me awake all night. Once I had kids everything changed, I value my sleep so much more! Give me a nice warm trailer so I don't freeze at night, and a mattress to sleep on, and I'll be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252257141014811826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOPECscyVLI/AAAAAAAAADc/sHbWrj7fwPE/s320/Camping+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory and I decided to head up Saturday night after he got home from work and at least stay one night. Chris and Deanna were so nice to share their trailer with us. Thanks Guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252245706969271010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOO5pJT5SuI/AAAAAAAAACM/sYGyEbioMds/s320/Camping+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls had so much fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; LOVES the four wheelers. She begged everybody to take her for a ride. She went on the "BIG" ride with us and loved riding in the front. It made her feel like she was the one driving. Lexie on the other hand just enjoyed eating the dirt and playing with all the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252246914906811906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOO6vdOpbgI/AAAAAAAAACc/h0WA99Gq_bw/s320/Camping+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kallee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haylee&lt;/span&gt; were there with grandma and grandpa. They were so nice to help entertain the kids, although sometimes they were the ones entertaining us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252248128755398626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOO72HKs9-I/AAAAAAAAACs/J6mgCK2KTbc/s320/Camping+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haylee&lt;/span&gt; was being a goofball making funny faces out the window at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252247599335031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOO7XS7DRLI/AAAAAAAAACk/UYaBA2lan1k/s320/Camping+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kallee&lt;/span&gt; decided she didn't want to get her shoes muddy after the rain/hail storm and fashioned these lovely little numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252248651909254290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOO8UkETTJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ETocFnk6iog/s320/Camping+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The colors were so amazing. I almost forgot how much I love the mountains in the fall. I tried to take some pictures, but my camera just didn't capture the beauty of the leaves. It was nice to leave the stress of everyday life behind. No work, no traffic, no laundry....you get the picture. I think that everybody should take a day and just get away from it all; clear your head and just enjoy the peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252249346932193010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOO89BOrtvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rt6flaaGbOQ/s320/Camping+078.jpg" border="0" /&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/8782076722963310095-8644003053820519185?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/8644003053820519185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=8644003053820519185' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/8644003053820519185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/8644003053820519185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/10/camping-at-soap-stone.html' title='Camping at Soap Stone'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SOPDqcHOhmI/AAAAAAAAADU/e3lw8qRbMlc/s72-c/Camping+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-9026775158513181587</id><published>2008-09-22T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:22:53.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admit It</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Jana tagged me to fess up to something that I would be embarrassed to admit that I enjoy. I am almost afraid to actually admit this for fear that people would think that I am a horrible person. Before I spill, I do have to say that I myself am known to be an enormous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;klutz&lt;/span&gt;, and for the very few of you that didn't know me when I was just a wee one, my parents would enjoy telling you that I used to take off on a dead run straight into the wall then right to the ground. (That really explains a lot).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.............Here goes.........I have this somewhat demented enjoyment of watching people run into things or trip and fall in public. (As long as they haven't been hurt or terribly injured). As an example, when our office moved from Wasatch Blvd down to Highland Dr, we had to have someone come in and help us set up new phone lines and computer ports. I ended up having to take him on a tour of the new location. The new office was actually an old home that had been renovated into office space. Down in the basement there is a room where we keep extra brochures. It has a lower ceiling as you enter the room and then is higher further back where the power box is. After checking out the power box, we went to leave the room and the guy smacked right into the low ceiling. I laughed so hard I cried. He had a really good sense of humor thank goodness and laughed about it too.&lt;br /&gt;I also feel bad about thinking this is funny, but.......when Aunt Molly told us that story about shopping at Harmons and slipping in the frozen food section on a potato wedge and being stuck in the jazz splits while holding on to the shopping cart, and then Jodi acted it out, I thought I was going to pee my pants.&lt;br /&gt;I live for times like that. Please don't hate me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-9026775158513181587?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/9026775158513181587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=9026775158513181587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/9026775158513181587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/9026775158513181587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-admit-it.html' title='I Admit It'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-6342050895831283205</id><published>2008-09-15T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:05:14.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SM7cC924O2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ACFuvDKAl5A/s1600-h/Snyder6+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372559455796066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SM7cC924O2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ACFuvDKAl5A/s320/Snyder6+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's about time. Lexie finally took her first steps. She's been standing and walking along furniture for a couple months now but was too chicken to actually put one foot in front of the other. I guess I should be counting my blessings that she hasn't started walking until now. Once they start walking AIN'T NOTHIN' holding them back. Now it looks like I'm going to have to cushion every corner in the house.&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/8782076722963310095-6342050895831283205?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/6342050895831283205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=6342050895831283205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/6342050895831283205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/6342050895831283205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-steps.html' title='First Steps'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SM7cC924O2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ACFuvDKAl5A/s72-c/Snyder6+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782076722963310095.post-5108204675703577634</id><published>2008-09-10T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:54:24.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>There is something to be said for milestones. Without them, how do we move forward in life? Each milestone marks a special event that makes us who we are. If we are lucky, each one makes a lasting impression, and we are able to look back and smile or even laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along........ there have been two rather fun milestones in our family in the last little while. Lexie's first birthday was September 1st, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; started her first day of kindergarten on September 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. The girls are growing up so fast. I used to think it was funny when I heard people say " I remember when you were this big." Now I'm the one saying it. How old do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family BBQ for Lexie's birthday. She loved all the commotion and activity. When it came to cake time, she didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;. She loved to squish the frosting between her fingers and she ripped that cake apart. She knew just what to do when it came to present time. Although she did have a little bit of help opening her presents. (She has a big sister and several cousins that joined in the fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaelynn&lt;/span&gt; LOVED her first day of kindergarten. Her favorite thing is meeting new people and making new friends. They talked about how everybody is special and different. She is not bothered by the fact that they have homework EVERY night. (Give it time.) She says it's okay because it's easy. She is very proud of herself and is having a great time learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be more to come soon, but...... That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782076722963310095-5108204675703577634?l=snyderpad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/feeds/5108204675703577634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782076722963310095&amp;postID=5108204675703577634' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5108204675703577634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782076722963310095/posts/default/5108204675703577634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyderpad.blogspot.com/2008/09/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Snyder-mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17563129726480736267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__98oD4aCnN8/SMgZli6PCSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kDHkfcqZxc/S220/Snyder+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
