<?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-6176616631686459574</id><updated>2012-02-03T14:36:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavanaugh Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-912669343039158241</id><published>2012-02-01T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:18:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now for some December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoA0maveQ_c/Tym5gBb5afI/AAAAAAAAAuI/yLH_VngJzRs/s1600/IMG_9820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoA0maveQ_c/Tym5gBb5afI/AAAAAAAAAuI/yLH_VngJzRs/s400/IMG_9820.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blake was a holiday baker. He usually doesn't like when I"m in the kitchen cleaning or cooking for too long. He frequently gets between the counter and myself and pushes me back. He got better when my mom brought my old stool for him. He can see everything and 'help' if he wants. But...  if I'm using the kitchen aid to do something he is an angel. He knows that I will give him some dough or a spatula in the end. When I get the kitchen aid out he starts yelling 'dough dough dough' or 'cooka' meaning cookie and runs to get his stool. Its so funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOOgzggQrNQ/Tym5n9OAI9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EpDePaZn8Vw/s1600/IMG_9837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOOgzggQrNQ/Tym5n9OAI9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/EpDePaZn8Vw/s320/IMG_9837.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma Debby and Grandpa Robby came for a visit in December and we took them to the Bellagio for the winter garden. Everybody enjoyed themselves. Blake liked the water spraying path or whatever you want to call it. These huge polar bears were made of carnations and were continually being watered from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBDr0BzNhdI/Tym8tRjH5nI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pk6IylSgIoY/s1600/IMAG0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBDr0BzNhdI/Tym8tRjH5nI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pk6IylSgIoY/s400/IMAG0130.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8BnXwGvyLQ/Tym5vXKFXLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YE5rRJZbmdc/s1600/IMG_9849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f8BnXwGvyLQ/Tym5vXKFXLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/YE5rRJZbmdc/s400/IMG_9849.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxxAfcynYcI/Tym83xThtFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WUmQyvrzrZw/s1600/IMAG0161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxxAfcynYcI/Tym83xThtFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WUmQyvrzrZw/s320/IMAG0161.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3iL4Wut6g/Tym8wiLoDbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2vkqxv4p3SM/s1600/IMAG0158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_3iL4Wut6g/Tym8wiLoDbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2vkqxv4p3SM/s320/IMAG0158.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syMtJbGhLk4/Tym80rv4wtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4_JzOXpGpl0/s1600/IMAG0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syMtJbGhLk4/Tym80rv4wtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4_JzOXpGpl0/s320/IMAG0159.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blake's successful attempt at stealing dad's sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyUvZMc8Nk4/Tym87AC7cLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8p5wHmyWMoM/s1600/IMAG0163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyUvZMc8Nk4/Tym87AC7cLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8p5wHmyWMoM/s320/IMAG0163.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kristen came to visit while she was on her winter break just before Christmas. We went with her and the Bishops to the cactus gardens that are all lit up. They are at a chocolate factory so at the end we got a free chocolate sample. Yum! While she was visiting we made some Christmas trees! Kris wanted to learn and I wanted to eat some. I think everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma4-nL5vXwU/Tym877zkSoI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YOYKp1p98oM/s1600/IMAG0183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma4-nL5vXwU/Tym877zkSoI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YOYKp1p98oM/s320/IMAG0183.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was just before we left for California to celebrate Christmas. I leave the room for a few minutes and come back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx0E7oVdNbs/Tym52n2UNjI/AAAAAAAAAug/aXJpPlQ_uJU/s1600/IMG_9866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx0E7oVdNbs/Tym52n2UNjI/AAAAAAAAAug/aXJpPlQ_uJU/s320/IMG_9866.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas was wonderful and we enjoyed the 80 degree weather! We spent it with my family. Blake's presents and D's grill filled the truck to the brim.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgfhe1lY6M0/Tym545V5ZjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/bBhX5e_Kta8/s1600/IMAG0194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgfhe1lY6M0/Tym545V5ZjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/bBhX5e_Kta8/s320/IMAG0194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went with the Taylors to see Sherlock Holmes after Christmas. This was a display at the movie theater. Can you tell D loves him some Star Wars?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-912669343039158241?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/912669343039158241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=912669343039158241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/912669343039158241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/912669343039158241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2012/02/now-for-some-december.html' title='Now for some December'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VoA0maveQ_c/Tym5gBb5afI/AAAAAAAAAuI/yLH_VngJzRs/s72-c/IMG_9820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7994214278459915180</id><published>2012-01-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:01:43.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of December</title><content type='html'>I got it into my head that I was capable of taking our own family photos for Christmas. Ha! It was cold, windy, and Blake was tired. These are the best ones...for reals&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txXgWPS9hPk/Txt7lr1CoXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ulZRyaV5qzw/s1600/dadandblake.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txXgWPS9hPk/Txt7lr1CoXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ulZRyaV5qzw/s1600/dadandblake.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I gave up quickly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7994214278459915180?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7994214278459915180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7994214278459915180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7994214278459915180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7994214278459915180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-of-december.html' title='Some of December'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txXgWPS9hPk/Txt7lr1CoXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ulZRyaV5qzw/s72-c/dadandblake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1723604863168592030</id><published>2012-01-20T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:44:23.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>since november...</title><content type='html'>Pictures of the last few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nHjj6hGgu4/Txnfa3X4DwI/AAAAAAAAAss/ByCDQa86oFo/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nHjj6hGgu4/Txnfa3X4DwI/AAAAAAAAAss/ByCDQa86oFo/s640/Untitled-3.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Made Blake a new yoda beanie for his costume. We went with our neighbors to Boulder to trick or treat. D and I got plenty of candy from Blake's efforts. Blake loves blankets and snuggling in them. For D's birthday we went downtown to look at the Bellagio gardens and fountains. Everyone enjoyed&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0gb6Tl0USo/TxnfbCCK0DI/AAAAAAAAAs4/7O9QjJUKwvI/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0gb6Tl0USo/TxnfbCCK0DI/AAAAAAAAAs4/7O9QjJUKwvI/s640/Untitled-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv-opm9d5-8/TxnhvDgMmGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/hHhdcgSxmpc/s1600/duke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lv-opm9d5-8/TxnhvDgMmGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/hHhdcgSxmpc/s640/duke.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Made Blake a new Duke shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uokFf_N7WD0/Txnjj7DtbEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/fKyjuft2XrU/s1600/america.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uokFf_N7WD0/Txnjj7DtbEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/fKyjuft2XrU/s640/america.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our buds Sean and Courtney came for a visit in November! We head over to an air show at Nellis with them. I was a little worried Blake wouldn't like it because of the noise. I hadn't taken into account his LOVE for airplanes. It was a hit for everybody. Damien was so excited to see the black plane, top middle. Apparently he thought it was super duper cool ever since he was a kid and spat off all this info about it. I can't even remember the name of it. Ha. He informed me its a stealth bomber as I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abs7121/6431806907/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="DSC_0239bw by AnomePhoto, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0239bw" height="424" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6431806907_104b207248.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Utah for Thanksgiving. Blake had a 104 fever on the way up, we got pulled over in Spanish Fork about 30 seconds after I told someone to slow down, Blake &lt;strike&gt;slept horrible&lt;/strike&gt; didn't sleep, got croup, and we ended up leaving early. Everyone that was in attendance for Thanksgiving dinner was either sick or got sick within the next few days! Ugh not the ideal holiday. You may think I'm really negative right about now, but I wouldn't wish those circumstances on anyone. Aside from having one ornery little monster, it was nice to see D's family. I'm looking forward to our next visit when everyone is healthy. Adria snapped some cute pics of Blake while we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abs7121/6431802705/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="DSC_0235bw by AnomePhoto, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0235bw" height="424" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6113/6431802705_6622d39578.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abs7121/6431797535/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="DSC_0216bw by AnomePhoto, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0216bw" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6431797535_d6a5558856.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX_bgd--po8/TxnjrCaZ2CI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KSTEKoW9ya4/s1600/IMAG0108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX_bgd--po8/TxnjrCaZ2CI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KSTEKoW9ya4/s640/IMAG0108.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got sick after our Thanksgiving trip from hell. Blake poured cereal all over the floor while I was laying in bed. I didn't have the energy to clean it up, but he was able to snack all day without any assistance from me. win win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Ej0knc0qY/TxnjusW-XaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/m7hKBSzB8u8/s1600/IMG_9706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4Ej0knc0qY/TxnjusW-XaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/m7hKBSzB8u8/s640/IMG_9706.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Classic pose from Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q4W6g-3r_c/Txpdg7GrK9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/hqSuAYvyUuQ/s1600/bishops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q4W6g-3r_c/Txpdg7GrK9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/hqSuAYvyUuQ/s640/bishops.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took some pictures for our buds the Bishops. These are my favorites. Aren't they the cutest kids? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that wraps up October and November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1723604863168592030?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1723604863168592030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1723604863168592030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1723604863168592030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1723604863168592030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/since-november.html' title='since november...'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nHjj6hGgu4/Txnfa3X4DwI/AAAAAAAAAss/ByCDQa86oFo/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-646850152794068444</id><published>2011-11-01T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:50:39.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more visitors</title><content type='html'>Since moving here we've had Brad &amp;amp; Julie come see us and then RJ &amp;amp; Lindsay stay the night on their way to California.This past weekend my parents came and stayed two nights. It was a short trip but a fun one. They got in late Thursday night. Some of the activities included breakfast buffet, Bass Pro shop, a mermaid, fishing poles, everyone falling asleep during Blake's nap, trip to Harbor Freight, and dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the BYU game. They brought a ton of light up toys that my dad picked up in LA. My least favorite being a spin top because I have to make it light up every few seconds. "more, more, more" he will sign all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy34iJxLy4Y/TrCumM1E2HI/AAAAAAAAArw/k1A0-dOc9_0/s1600/IMG_9653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy34iJxLy4Y/TrCumM1E2HI/AAAAAAAAArw/k1A0-dOc9_0/s640/IMG_9653.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4eZfOUhrAQ/TrCuxHXaq4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/b1G597k1LZE/s1600/IMG_9656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v4eZfOUhrAQ/TrCuxHXaq4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/b1G597k1LZE/s640/IMG_9656.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ4ZvYMybn0/TrCu2FO7IPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zASNnTxz0YY/s1600/IMG_9659+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ4ZvYMybn0/TrCu2FO7IPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zASNnTxz0YY/s640/IMG_9659+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blake is getting pretty good at giving kisses. If you are lucky you will get a lick too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvErJ0A8-GM/TrCu60qmrpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5vTY6GaAZ6Q/s1600/IMG_9665+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvErJ0A8-GM/TrCu60qmrpI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5vTY6GaAZ6Q/s640/IMG_9665+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAnjAU9ifr8/TrCvAj76-EI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/N8nDYCcfSN4/s1600/IMG_9669+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAnjAU9ifr8/TrCvAj76-EI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/N8nDYCcfSN4/s640/IMG_9669+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love having them come visit. It was short and sweet. Can't wait for next one.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the time or energy to make us new costumes this year. So we were the same as last year. Photos to follow soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-646850152794068444?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/646850152794068444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=646850152794068444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/646850152794068444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/646850152794068444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-visitors.html' title='more visitors'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy34iJxLy4Y/TrCumM1E2HI/AAAAAAAAArw/k1A0-dOc9_0/s72-c/IMG_9653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-9166503281168612548</id><published>2011-10-28T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:42:43.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Halloween</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago we went to the pumpkin patch without a real camera. So I wanted to go back and take some pics of this favorite season. Our beloved friends, the Bishops, are back from their too-long stay away from here. So we got together at Stu Miller's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuRfz3QqW0g/TqsEDj6m6GI/AAAAAAAAAro/N2jUfbDk3BI/s1600/IMG_9599+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuRfz3QqW0g/TqsEDj6m6GI/AAAAAAAAAro/N2jUfbDk3BI/s640/IMG_9599+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blake and a bunny at the "petting farm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvdEmN-Omqo/TqsDgJSpJcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/h9OHmhn8iUM/s1600/IMG_9604+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvdEmN-Omqo/TqsDgJSpJcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/h9OHmhn8iUM/s640/IMG_9604+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Silly boys- Chad and Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIE6otJLz7c/TqsDmtT-PWI/AAAAAAAAArA/kST8_vAuKBE/s1600/IMG_9613+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIE6otJLz7c/TqsDmtT-PWI/AAAAAAAAArA/kST8_vAuKBE/s640/IMG_9613+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23maOH0Or9A/TqsDsce0FCI/AAAAAAAAArI/Lmc5KCT1o4Q/s1600/IMG_9635+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-23maOH0Or9A/TqsDsce0FCI/AAAAAAAAArI/Lmc5KCT1o4Q/s640/IMG_9635+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZGntXQrZPg/TqsDxk_lbrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bGnVpENDT9o/s1600/IMG_9640+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZGntXQrZPg/TqsDxk_lbrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bGnVpENDT9o/s640/IMG_9640+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akCGuGTChLg/TqsD21OvapI/AAAAAAAAArY/3RTDmWB5c1U/s1600/IMG_9644+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akCGuGTChLg/TqsD21OvapI/AAAAAAAAArY/3RTDmWB5c1U/s640/IMG_9644+copy.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsQ4zKQ3NRY/TqsD9Rm7t3I/AAAAAAAAArg/6wdFOLrZ3yk/s1600/IMG_9651+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsQ4zKQ3NRY/TqsD9Rm7t3I/AAAAAAAAArg/6wdFOLrZ3yk/s640/IMG_9651+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And sweet little Paisley in here festive outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parentals are here for a day or two. Pictures to follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-9166503281168612548?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9166503281168612548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=9166503281168612548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/9166503281168612548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/9166503281168612548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuRfz3QqW0g/TqsEDj6m6GI/AAAAAAAAAro/N2jUfbDk3BI/s72-c/IMG_9599+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7011188126966864818</id><published>2011-10-25T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:01:36.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We didn't die we just moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqrKdAj4F7g/TqdrdZoJveI/AAAAAAAAAps/Etzc8MN_ewc/s1600/445157889_730293b0d6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqrKdAj4F7g/TqdrdZoJveI/AAAAAAAAAps/Etzc8MN_ewc/s1600/445157889_730293b0d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To VEGAS!&amp;nbsp; Well close to. Damien got a great job in Henderson as the Director of Recreation Therapy! Woot Woot. Which means he graduated! Hooray! He wanted to have a bonfire with his math notes and book to celebrate. But we left for California instead. Here are some grad photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAhV3K0U2SQ/TqdsNgf_wbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/T1wAMkHUrL0/s1600/grad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAhV3K0U2SQ/TqdsNgf_wbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/T1wAMkHUrL0/s640/grad.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B63Sck-jMqM/TqdtfTYfxOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/veaZMHbyh3s/s1600/grad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B63Sck-jMqM/TqdtfTYfxOI/AAAAAAAAAqU/veaZMHbyh3s/s640/grad2.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the night before, the best way Cavanaughs party. At a park, lots of food, and lots of volleyball. I managed to take a photo of the cake but not much else. Months before graduation when I was planning I asked what he wanted his cake to say. The first thing out of his mouth was what I wrote down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D9SsbG4GJ8/TqdsA-TODVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/t2y1Qva6JBU/s1600/IMG_9486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D9SsbG4GJ8/TqdsA-TODVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/t2y1Qva6JBU/s640/IMG_9486.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some pictures of the beloved Spanish Fork Reservoir. I don't know if that is the real name but we'll go with it. Josh, D's little brother, stayed one night with us before we left for vacation before the move. He wanted to play video games, stay up late, eat junk food, and goof off with D too. Along with that we took him to this place with Blake two days in a row. We all loved it. The second time we had some yummy hot dogs. Hence Blake's cute face smothered in ketchup. Sand was his second condiment of choice. Both times we followed it up with ice cream from macey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOGHEIpzEBI/TqdrrruZRII/AAAAAAAAAp0/TftWg775ivg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOGHEIpzEBI/TqdrrruZRII/AAAAAAAAAp0/TftWg775ivg/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xq9dOYP_xeg/Tqdrz1CbuUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Z063sYJgLRs/s1600/IMG_9485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xq9dOYP_xeg/Tqdrz1CbuUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Z063sYJgLRs/s640/IMG_9485.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are blind as bats. But don't they look cute. My dad was showing him baby einstein clips on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcWUMRS-EM4/TqdtzG7H0fI/AAAAAAAAAqc/XpCsMSgXcpk/s1600/IMG_9564_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcWUMRS-EM4/TqdtzG7H0fI/AAAAAAAAAqc/XpCsMSgXcpk/s640/IMG_9564_1.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I didn't really take photos of our River trip. But here is baby at the beach. He preferred sand to the water at the beach and vice versa at the River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RCgPckBz20/Tqdt8aG4Q1I/AAAAAAAAAqk/hMPN0tzb70c/s1600/IMG_9584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RCgPckBz20/Tqdt8aG4Q1I/AAAAAAAAAqk/hMPN0tzb70c/s640/IMG_9584.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we've been here since the very end of August. I had this really great idea to take photos the last month in Provo of all the things I love about it and what I'll miss. Soooo I didn't really get around to it. But I can tell you that I miss our family most of all. It was nice to have D's family in EM and some of mine scattered all around. Who will babysit??? But seriously we miss you guys. I miss Courtney too. I miss our old ward but am excited about the new one. As soon as we got here I missed Utah weather!? I know crazy. The first week here was literally how I imagine hell. I didn't know I could sweat like that just going from the front door to the car. Today I'm loving the weather. 85 and breezy. Not having a Utah Fall is saddening though. I know I miss much&amp;nbsp; more than this but am cutting it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to why I love it here. Umm for starters we are no longer in a one bedroom attic. Oh and we have some income. We got a wicked sweet deal living in a townhouse. I love the space everywhere (kitchen, bathroom, oooo and the walk in closet). I also like that all our extra junk can be hidden in the garage. The bad part of the neighborhood is the incessant barking of those stupid yippy little dogs/rats. I swear there is one in every direction and their timing is horrible. I never hear them at night or in the morning, EVER. But come nap time for Blake, they can't shut up. They put me on edge and I hate them. Moving on, Henderson has awesome parks. There are parks everywhere, and they are new, shaded, and even fun for Damien. We frequently meet D at a park when he gets off work. The pic above is from one of these cool parks. Swings big enough for adults, yeah! We also have the Bishops here. Thanks goodness too. They were kind enough to let us have an extended stay with them before we moved into our place. Whit helped me get acquainted with the area and I'm feeling pretty confident with my surroundings now. We also have made friends with a family in our ward. They have some little girls that are so sweet and entertain Blake pretty well. They were kind enough to take us on their boat at Lake Mead. It was very reminiscent of the River. Damien now wants a boat since we are maybe 10 miles away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJTzvAjr_GE/TqduFX37ROI/AAAAAAAAAqs/MYsiimAWza8/s1600/IMG_9587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJTzvAjr_GE/TqduFX37ROI/AAAAAAAAAqs/MYsiimAWza8/s640/IMG_9587.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, we miss Utah for numerous reasons but are really falling for Henderson. I think it is the perfect place for us right now and am so grateful for everything and everyone that helped us get here! What a blessing! By the way, this is Blake's first experience with finger painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are moved in and our internet hooked up, my posts should be more frequent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7011188126966864818?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7011188126966864818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7011188126966864818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7011188126966864818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7011188126966864818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-didnt-die-we-just-moved.html' title='We didn&apos;t die we just moved'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqrKdAj4F7g/TqdrdZoJveI/AAAAAAAAAps/Etzc8MN_ewc/s72-c/445157889_730293b0d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-8238386590446059138</id><published>2011-08-01T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:27:06.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>The week after the Fausett Reunion, my parents and the Fausett cousins met us at a splash pad. Why haven't I taken Blake to this before?! He loves water, he loves other kids, therfore he must love splash pads. And he does! After the kids were done in the sun, we head to Macey's to get some yummy ice cream. Thanks Brit, Sarah, and Connie for letting us hang with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1LlKLJM_gk/TjbdO8I8l0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/kXs9Kl1U2S8/s1600/IMG_9324a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1LlKLJM_gk/TjbdO8I8l0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/kXs9Kl1U2S8/s640/IMG_9324a.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qfDxLjIKFM/TjbfAH9T6FI/AAAAAAAAAoE/KoK4Mp7Nw0U/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qfDxLjIKFM/TjbfAH9T6FI/AAAAAAAAAoE/KoK4Mp7Nw0U/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well it is similar to euro swimsuits for men, except Debby bought this for him in Mexico. Its still too big for him, its supposed to fit more snug like a speedo. He will probably loath us when he gets older for taking picks of this. Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_fRRmj4ELo/TjbgDy2nKII/AAAAAAAAAoI/4vD8292ZK-Y/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="548" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_fRRmj4ELo/TjbgDy2nKII/AAAAAAAAAoI/4vD8292ZK-Y/s640/Untitled-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He wouldn't look up at me, so no shots of his cute face. He isn't a big hugger, but he was cold and his grandma was warm. Debby was loving this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-8238386590446059138?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8238386590446059138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=8238386590446059138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8238386590446059138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8238386590446059138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1LlKLJM_gk/TjbdO8I8l0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/kXs9Kl1U2S8/s72-c/IMG_9324a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7778803995475686993</id><published>2011-07-19T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:39:03.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family...Isn't it about time?</title><content type='html'>I need to blog before I forget what has happened. So my cousin Heather came down from Northern California with her husband James over the holiday weekend(the 4th). Her family threw her a cute little baby shower on Sunday. I haven't seen Heather in about three years! Oh my. And I hadn't seen some of the Cox girls for much longer. Isn't Heather a cute preggers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oc8OOoU7_Sg/TiTolPIwDtI/AAAAAAAAAns/g0iYKn-lFxw/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oc8OOoU7_Sg/TiTolPIwDtI/AAAAAAAAAns/g0iYKn-lFxw/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After some yummy food and Blake throwing fruit all over the floor, we head to Sunday dinner with the Cavanaughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp8CwRtxhAM/TiXkIXhnE2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ej_4BIdOx-o/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp8CwRtxhAM/TiXkIXhnE2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ej_4BIdOx-o/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the Parade in Provo, here is Blake and Blake/PawPaw. My sister in law took some cute photos of the family I'll post later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we head up Huntington Canyon for the Fausett Reunion. It wasn't the same with all the missing peeps. I was missing my hubby hardcore. &amp;nbsp;Here is our little lumberjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7d3E3P70znY/TiXmWqdnEZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/T1kCsI7CQgM/s1600/IMG_9299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7d3E3P70znY/TiXmWqdnEZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/T1kCsI7CQgM/s640/IMG_9299.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Staring contest, go.&amp;nbsp;He kept calling him 'Hat' for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-iMW9L-tuQ/TiXmbHwZhNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wwLa6EYmxfw/s1600/IMG_9301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-iMW9L-tuQ/TiXmbHwZhNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wwLa6EYmxfw/s640/IMG_9301.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here he is with his Grandpa Robby. He found his red hair very interesting, and fun to pull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLxnUQbBS_c/TiXprcTR4xI/AAAAAAAAAn8/6pNLajbGPzA/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLxnUQbBS_c/TiXprcTR4xI/AAAAAAAAAn8/6pNLajbGPzA/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was fun once again. Blake loved the dirt, the bridge, the dogs, and the fire. I wasn't too fond of him playing with most of those. One reunion down, one to go. D will be able to come to most of this next one! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my title was true and silly for those that are familiar with the LDS commercials&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7778803995475686993?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7778803995475686993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7778803995475686993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7778803995475686993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7778803995475686993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/familyisnt-it-about-time.html' title='Family...Isn&apos;t it about time?'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oc8OOoU7_Sg/TiTolPIwDtI/AAAAAAAAAns/g0iYKn-lFxw/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7233766541975706936</id><published>2011-07-06T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:06:06.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN Art</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start by saying Brando is amazing! You already know this if you know him. He works for the company TURN.&lt;a href="http://turncommunityservices.org/news/turn-art-project-2011-mixed-media-exploration"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to learn about the project, artists with disabilities, and a little bit about Brando.&amp;nbsp; Its written a little more eloquent than I could tell you. I had planned on bringing my camera but forgot in the rush of getting out the door. My heart sank when I realized it. Luckily D had his phone. So sorry for the blurriness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrIn7UYk_0/ThSuWQRWoDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jRU-zqLSRcs/s1600/downsized_0705111903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrIn7UYk_0/ThSuWQRWoDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jRU-zqLSRcs/s640/downsized_0705111903.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoLQUkdYI2I/ThSuY_FcnvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/cYJlGgYVJyk/s1600/0705111913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoLQUkdYI2I/ThSuY_FcnvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/cYJlGgYVJyk/s640/0705111913.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here he is explaining some of the artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7KhVz0bk0hg/ThSuZ3WH6kI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Mbf5YYY50QM/s1600/downsized_0705111913a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7KhVz0bk0hg/ThSuZ3WH6kI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Mbf5YYY50QM/s640/downsized_0705111913a.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a really great turn out. I got to meet a few of the artists too. It was fun to hear them tell us about their pieces. They were so proud and excited to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_4QPmcUbBI/ThSubVrnDHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/b7N5e27gVBU/s1600/downsized_0705111941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H_4QPmcUbBI/ThSubVrnDHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/b7N5e27gVBU/s640/downsized_0705111941.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one above is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-va8uKlZOhMk/ThSub4KsE7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/THxP3LNH2HU/s1600/downsized_0705111941a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-va8uKlZOhMk/ThSub4KsE7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/THxP3LNH2HU/s640/downsized_0705111941a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you find Brandon in this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be up at the HFAC at BYU until the 14th...I think. Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7233766541975706936?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7233766541975706936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7233766541975706936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7233766541975706936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7233766541975706936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/turn-art.html' title='TURN Art'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrIn7UYk_0/ThSuWQRWoDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jRU-zqLSRcs/s72-c/downsized_0705111903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4168572655516680560</id><published>2011-07-04T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:54:05.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Festival</title><content type='html'>We got in after midnight from visiting with the NC Cavanaughs friday. Which was fun by the way. We had fried chicken, potatoes, slaw, biscuits and Damien shared some of his Cheerwine before hiding it from everyone else. Blake stayed up way to late and D played ball with his cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was extremely hard to wake up at 6 and head over to the Balloon Fest. But it was worth it. The boys stayed in bed and slept for an extra hour and a half. Here is what I came back with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n3w1xcNKq4/Tg-9b4Y40UI/AAAAAAAAAlc/tXlp8clDyQI/s1600/IMG_9139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n3w1xcNKq4/Tg-9b4Y40UI/AAAAAAAAAlc/tXlp8clDyQI/s640/IMG_9139.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KXhTHK5YXQ/Tg-95mxXFxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/p_oNlSVCYt0/s1600/IMG_9143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3KXhTHK5YXQ/Tg-95mxXFxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/p_oNlSVCYt0/s640/IMG_9143.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6p670bmpReA/Tg-9-wqBOWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/AGyNQ9tW1cc/s1600/IMG_9153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6p670bmpReA/Tg-9-wqBOWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/AGyNQ9tW1cc/s640/IMG_9153.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0vIy3HIA3A/Tg--FRSamgI/AAAAAAAAAls/Zv-O19MrfEM/s1600/IMG_9160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0vIy3HIA3A/Tg--FRSamgI/AAAAAAAAAls/Zv-O19MrfEM/s640/IMG_9160.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLwLpin5SB0/Tg--ROHaINI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zdpI2RubB2Q/s1600/IMG_9166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLwLpin5SB0/Tg--ROHaINI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zdpI2RubB2Q/s640/IMG_9166.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kzZpbdCerQ/Tg-9qkz7T6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/fGdHK_LpaQI/s1600/IMG_9157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kzZpbdCerQ/Tg-9qkz7T6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/fGdHK_LpaQI/s640/IMG_9157.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6K5Q9Ocr31Y/Tg--YQ42iVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rlw8mR7YZbE/s1600/IMG_9184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6K5Q9Ocr31Y/Tg--YQ42iVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rlw8mR7YZbE/s640/IMG_9184.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I pulled up to our house I jumped out in the middle of the road to take this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDyQi1oa5Rs/Tg--j6VxriI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0qWpWXdFOlQ/s1600/IMG_9195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDyQi1oa5Rs/Tg--j6VxriI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0qWpWXdFOlQ/s640/IMG_9195.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I thought to myself 'Oh I can take some more of Brando's flowers' And I took some until a hound dog came up behind me and scared me half to death. No owner in sight so I quickly made my way inside. They are gorgeous though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSgC2Jf7iHE/Tg-_Hi0NRZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j2Iq5q3Q43Q/s1600/IMG_9202a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSgC2Jf7iHE/Tg-_Hi0NRZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j2Iq5q3Q43Q/s640/IMG_9202a.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once I got back, we woke baby up and met the Bishops for breakfast at Kneaders! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Then we head to the Freedom Festival on Center. Checked out the shops  and then watched a reptile show. WARNING FOR DEBBY: These are scary  pictures!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMn7xRjSFN4/ThH5zHaipnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pRA7Z9ETXTA/s1600/IMG_9216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMn7xRjSFN4/ThH5zHaipnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pRA7Z9ETXTA/s640/IMG_9216.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0ZcmNUkV5Y/ThH53OfQhQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fcEVA_jw1RE/s1600/IMG_9219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0ZcmNUkV5Y/ThH53OfQhQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fcEVA_jw1RE/s640/IMG_9219.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chad checking out the snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbX0vJHO1H8/ThH57NN7o6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/6tuUEpX50q4/s1600/IMG_9221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbX0vJHO1H8/ThH57NN7o6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/6tuUEpX50q4/s640/IMG_9221.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This big one was a 16 ft python. Damien even pet it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-miPrL7EzEAw/ThH6DvOgNQI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2Oq0QdzC2AQ/s1600/IMG_9224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-miPrL7EzEAw/ThH6DvOgNQI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2Oq0QdzC2AQ/s640/IMG_9224.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-EGTuK9-eM/ThH6IeqoORI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vQE-ui5uoZA/s1600/IMG_9228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-EGTuK9-eM/ThH6IeqoORI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vQE-ui5uoZA/s640/IMG_9228.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BF5FWwtgIME/ThH6nuznAaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bjVG8Rz5XAk/s1600/IMG_9237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BF5FWwtgIME/ThH6nuznAaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bjVG8Rz5XAk/s640/IMG_9237.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Instead of face painting we gave him a mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPBoNoGMzTU/ThH6q46c1BI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WQDlT9hjqUE/s1600/IMG_9246a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPBoNoGMzTU/ThH6q46c1BI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WQDlT9hjqUE/s640/IMG_9246a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whOs-WuZHOI/ThH7q4kMkTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/B8MBq0Nwj3U/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whOs-WuZHOI/ThH7q4kMkTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/B8MBq0Nwj3U/s640/Untitled-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a blast. After all these festivities we came home for a well deserved 2 hour nap. When Blake woke up we head to 7 peaks. We stayed about an hour of so. D and Blake went down the little kids slide together a few times. He really liked it until the plunge in the water at the end. Blake that is. We wore him out so good, he went to bed at 6. Sadly we woke him up at 9:30 for Stadium of Fire fireworks. He liked them well enough, but someone was doing aerial fireworks really close, so they were loud, and he was a mess. What a busy busy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hai5XMBuj_0/ThH9U0J7UoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EjYThIUfbt4/s1600/downsized_0702111743a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hai5XMBuj_0/ThH9U0J7UoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EjYThIUfbt4/s1600/downsized_0702111743a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4168572655516680560?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4168572655516680560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4168572655516680560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4168572655516680560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4168572655516680560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom-festival.html' title='Freedom Festival'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n3w1xcNKq4/Tg-9b4Y40UI/AAAAAAAAAlc/tXlp8clDyQI/s72-c/IMG_9139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4911531722373752233</id><published>2011-07-01T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:30:39.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly Girl... and Boy</title><content type='html'>Has anyone heard about the book Curly Girl or the term 'no-poo.' Inform yourself&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Follow-the-Curly-Girl-Method-for-Curly-Hair"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I hadn't, but someone mentioned it on their blog. I was curious and googled it. It seemed odd, but since I've cut my hair I've had a harder time with my natural curls. So I tried the conditioner washing on Blake and myself today. I am pleasantly surprised with the results. Here are Blake's results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AL23iQjcQLI/Tg4eMWT7GbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/l85APxL40Yo/s1600/IMG_9129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AL23iQjcQLI/Tg4eMWT7GbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/l85APxL40Yo/s640/IMG_9129.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6JtlzE0Pp0/Tg4eQUO5lWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aBAEtHPK600/s1600/IMG_9133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6JtlzE0Pp0/Tg4eQUO5lWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/aBAEtHPK600/s640/IMG_9133.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yaXHcMZMP0/Tg4eUQLu98I/AAAAAAAAAlY/pUmuBIicA4c/s1600/IMG_9134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yaXHcMZMP0/Tg4eUQLu98I/AAAAAAAAAlY/pUmuBIicA4c/s640/IMG_9134.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love love love his locks! Sadly they get flattened throughout the day with this nap and rolling around on the ground. I think my hair looks pretty good too. But I still haven't put make up on for the day, and won't be taking pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we get to see the NC Cavanaughs! They brought some cheera wine (? no clue how to spell it, so its phonetically spelled) for Damien, and he just about peed himself. Not really, but whenever he starts telling me about the delicious NC barbeque and biscuits and whatnots, he always mentions cheera wine. Anyways I'll probably be asked to deck Blake out in all his Duke paraphernalia. As to not confuse anyone about his allegiance to the Blue Devils! I'm excited though for tonight and all the fun 4th things we'll be doing this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4911531722373752233?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4911531722373752233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4911531722373752233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4911531722373752233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4911531722373752233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/curly-girl-and-boy.html' title='Curly Girl... and Boy'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AL23iQjcQLI/Tg4eMWT7GbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/l85APxL40Yo/s72-c/IMG_9129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3102676212140833690</id><published>2011-06-28T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:01:28.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So fast</title><content type='html'>This month has been a blur. With the warm weather our free time has been spent outdoors.&amp;nbsp; Blake and I have been hitting up 7 peaks. Trying out our own swimming lessons from uswim. He's loving it, I can let go of him in the water and then take him out after a second or two. He isn't bothered at all by it. We have also been camping twice this month. Once with some of the Cavanaughs and once with our buds the Whelans. Here are a few pics from our recent trip camping near Manti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNLVSC_5ukw/TgpXI5mqhkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GZlhRo5OgG8/s1600/IMG_9109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNLVSC_5ukw/TgpXI5mqhkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GZlhRo5OgG8/s640/IMG_9109.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuDkpwLteE4/TgpXM4H7u8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/gRov94t8E2Q/s1600/IMG_9112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuDkpwLteE4/TgpXM4H7u8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/gRov94t8E2Q/s640/IMG_9112.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5AvxBxefPk/TgpXRdVYS0I/AAAAAAAAAko/UND_Fk9gxzw/s1600/IMG_9114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5AvxBxefPk/TgpXRdVYS0I/AAAAAAAAAko/UND_Fk9gxzw/s640/IMG_9114.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDyW_Gg-JOs/TgpXWb9aTfI/AAAAAAAAAks/-nvadkf2YxU/s1600/IMG_9119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDyW_Gg-JOs/TgpXWb9aTfI/AAAAAAAAAks/-nvadkf2YxU/s640/IMG_9119.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkiS6wabEDo/TgpXaWqkUZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cxgt9kfU1Ac/s1600/IMG_9122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkiS6wabEDo/TgpXaWqkUZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cxgt9kfU1Ac/s640/IMG_9122.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishops were in town the same day as the Springville Parade, so we joined them for that.&amp;nbsp; Blake didn't care for the motorcycle cops with their sirens blaring. But by the middle of the parade, when all the firetrucks were blaring away, he didn't seem to be bothered. For some reason I didn't take a pic with Whit and little Paisley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FL2YxTHjsiw/TgpZUFVS0oI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZvEAg054mh4/s1600/IMG_9081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FL2YxTHjsiw/TgpZUFVS0oI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZvEAg054mh4/s640/IMG_9081.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nlikij--pQ/TgpY8NSfFOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/m4D_CIlAKLg/s1600/IMG_9075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nlikij--pQ/TgpY8NSfFOI/AAAAAAAAAk0/m4D_CIlAKLg/s640/IMG_9075.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6XLDuGFb38/TgpZLs9sZGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2NHnjh337F8/s1600/IMG_9076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6XLDuGFb38/TgpZLs9sZGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2NHnjh337F8/s640/IMG_9076.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One night the next week we had game night and pizza with them. Whit and I won the boys at Disney Scene It. The next morning Damien called me a 'cheat' at the breakfast table. Blake repeated 'cheat, cheat, cheat.' We couldn't stop laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzA984Dn48/Tgpat8CEAoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/nVTNUC5q21o/s1600/0607111419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYzA984Dn48/Tgpat8CEAoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/nVTNUC5q21o/s200/0607111419.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little man got his glasses a few weeks back. With his new specs and his wild hair he looks like a little Einstein.&amp;nbsp; Too bad he won't leave them on. The doctor wants a minimum of 30 minutes a day and recommended prayers. He keeps them on pretty well for reading. But we are lucky if we make the 30 minutes a day goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brooke wanted a few pics of Brando's gorgeous garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--o_ZH4jO0zk/TgpcCOSiBBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vCuf2rzQJSY/s1600/IMG_9090a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--o_ZH4jO0zk/TgpcCOSiBBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/vCuf2rzQJSY/s640/IMG_9090a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LEFxWg9fio/TgpcKwqAk7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/W08-nKfG-sw/s1600/IMG_9101a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LEFxWg9fio/TgpcKwqAk7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/W08-nKfG-sw/s640/IMG_9101a.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCDA1KvC0vQ/TgpcRePZjtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AfICUrRDesU/s1600/IMG_9092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCDA1KvC0vQ/TgpcRePZjtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AfICUrRDesU/s640/IMG_9092.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He has made his garden literally a work of art. He has included some of his sculptures among other things. I'll have to take some more. These were taken while we were waiting to leave for camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Much more has happened over the month BUT I was too lazy to snag some pictures. Some upcoming events include: Cavanaughs from NC coming to visit, the 4th parade, balloon festival, and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3102676212140833690?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3102676212140833690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3102676212140833690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3102676212140833690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3102676212140833690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-fast.html' title='So fast'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNLVSC_5ukw/TgpXI5mqhkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GZlhRo5OgG8/s72-c/IMG_9109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6525633607340366494</id><published>2011-06-03T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:31:21.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New grad and some bogies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayla graduated from Westlake on Thursday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW2S5pocOmE/TelmSmiF3hI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4hNybuUZ32Q/s1600/IMG_9031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW2S5pocOmE/TelmSmiF3hI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4hNybuUZ32Q/s640/IMG_9031.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHyg2glKYdM/TelmXrr--dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nf0CqYgHGyg/s1600/IMG_9026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHyg2glKYdM/TelmXrr--dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nf0CqYgHGyg/s640/IMG_9026.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vs8_HNYyZQI/TelmdledblI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TBfKcyE7zBU/s1600/IMG_9035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vs8_HNYyZQI/TelmdledblI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TBfKcyE7zBU/s640/IMG_9035.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUyceimDkos/TelmnsVczMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5kywl4hVXQs/s1600/IMG_9039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUyceimDkos/TelmnsVczMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5kywl4hVXQs/s640/IMG_9039.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWN2kn8Ha8Q/TelmtIOlKfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/uVDRxtgy9EM/s1600/IMG_9045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWN2kn8Ha8Q/TelmtIOlKfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/uVDRxtgy9EM/s640/IMG_9045.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvB5FB9oHT4/TelmyaMq_DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GghRZfHJ1Zk/s1600/IMG_9049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvB5FB9oHT4/TelmyaMq_DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GghRZfHJ1Zk/s640/IMG_9049.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Grandma Barlow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCOAyJhXNk/Tellk_fn7gI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eTMjEB59IEw/s1600/clones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="339" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCOAyJhXNk/Tellk_fn7gI/AAAAAAAAAjw/eTMjEB59IEw/s640/clones.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone made this comment as I was taking their picture. Its so true though. The pictures I've seen of a young Valerie look identical to Ayla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUWgcCbUWGw/Telm34dq-YI/AAAAAAAAAkU/dydddkKHFp0/s1600/IMG_9053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUWgcCbUWGw/Telm34dq-YI/AAAAAAAAAkU/dydddkKHFp0/s640/IMG_9053.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats to Ayla! She starts at UVU in the fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake was done with the graduation before it even started. It was during his nap time. On the way home I was trying to keep him awake. I put a sticker on his arm and he'd take it off. Put it on his hand and he'd take it off. And so it went. I put it on his nose, he went cross eyed, back to normal, and never tried taking it off. Weird. He did try this little bogie snatching maneuver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWTR5AqyvMI/Tellf0AY4tI/AAAAAAAAAjs/9g_-ZeL4dCQ/s1600/bogies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWTR5AqyvMI/Tellf0AY4tI/AAAAAAAAAjs/9g_-ZeL4dCQ/s1600/bogies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6525633607340366494?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6525633607340366494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6525633607340366494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6525633607340366494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6525633607340366494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-grad-and-some-bogies.html' title='New grad and some bogies'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW2S5pocOmE/TelmSmiF3hI/AAAAAAAAAj8/4hNybuUZ32Q/s72-c/IMG_9031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7808112119698242166</id><published>2011-05-27T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:24:27.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-Crush</title><content type='html'>Definition: A man having extreme admiration for another man, as though he wants to be him.-urbandictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Courtney and I were talking about our husbands and their man-crushes. This isn't anything weird or creepy. Its just the famous men my husband would love to be or have their talents. I thought it would be fun to share.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoSsRzOnHJ4/TeAOdEEnfRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kqlbGRBG6qc/s1600/mancrush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoSsRzOnHJ4/TeAOdEEnfRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kqlbGRBG6qc/s640/mancrush.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first I was made aware of was Morgan Freeman. My man loves his voice, his acting, and his movies. I can't disagree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there is Kobe. Despite what many may think, he was a Lakers fan before he met me. He always jokes that when he was little he used to pray that he would grow a few more inches and be black in the morning. He &lt;strike&gt;loved&lt;/strike&gt; loves playing basketball. Growing up in the south he had no chance of ever making a school team. Even though he jokes I wonder if there is some truth to it. Anyways, he loves him some Kobe. And though I don't find him to be gorgeous, he is entertaining to watch. He's got mad skills on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least by any means, is Bear Grylls. I don't think he needs any explanation. But I'll give it for those who live in a cave. He is on a show called Man vs Wild. He is good looking and has a sexy British accent. He gets dropped off in remote areas and shows you how to survive. By survive I mean not die. He eats all sorts of nasty thing like bugs and frogs and snakes. Makes all sorts of crazy shelters as if he was McGyver without the paper clip and gum. If you can't tell I have a crush on him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun! Everyone should devote a post to their man's man-crushes. I think you can have a crush on someone you actually know too.&amp;nbsp; But that might be awkward to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI I have a girl-crush on Natalie Portman and Charlize Theron. Do I need to explain myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7808112119698242166?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7808112119698242166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7808112119698242166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7808112119698242166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7808112119698242166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/man-crush.html' title='Man-Crush'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoSsRzOnHJ4/TeAOdEEnfRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kqlbGRBG6qc/s72-c/mancrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7765724663132332492</id><published>2011-05-24T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:28:44.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Spectacles Batman</title><content type='html'>Our little man is getting a pair (not these ones.) Sadly these cute ones are ginormous on him. We'll get the real ones in a few weeks and post some pics. He's gonna look like a baby einstein with glasses and wild hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwUgQ8ooTUY/TdwNjKotRKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8O470d9SuCU/s1600/0524111007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwUgQ8ooTUY/TdwNjKotRKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8O470d9SuCU/s640/0524111007.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a champ for his forever long appointment with the ophthalmologist. We left at 1 pm and got home at 6:30 pm. GRRRRR. Hopefully the next one this week is at least half as short. Thursday he is having an MRI. Sadly he can't eat for the 6 hours before. What?! How is this going to happen? Hopefully the 6:30 am appointment will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Man's Vision Specialist brought over this fun kiddie pool full of rice. Its to help with some sensory issues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCWkxVmZKGM/TdwPtKPJDnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b8_jwAhJywI/s1600/0518111316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCWkxVmZKGM/TdwPtKPJDnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b8_jwAhJywI/s640/0518111316.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So now our floor is covered in rice all the day long. He loves to take handfuls and sprinkle them on the carpet, or throw it, or kick it. He even grabs handfuls and puts them on the couch. Rice is everywhere! But he has fun and we have fun watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKYsPfNCwVo/TdwPt9xo7ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/irOhTyPmO8U/s1600/0518111746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKYsPfNCwVo/TdwPt9xo7ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/irOhTyPmO8U/s640/0518111746.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7765724663132332492?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7765724663132332492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7765724663132332492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7765724663132332492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7765724663132332492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/holy-spectacles-batman.html' title='Holy Spectacles Batman'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwUgQ8ooTUY/TdwNjKotRKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8O470d9SuCU/s72-c/0524111007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6586136654548413406</id><published>2011-05-10T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:14:06.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ1cfxuWzgo/TcoJApJzM7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/WZkko1Ht4AA/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ1cfxuWzgo/TcoJApJzM7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/WZkko1Ht4AA/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Debby made sure to have this set up when we came to visit.&amp;nbsp; Her and Blake did a lot of swinging. He would whine every time they would come inside. How spoiled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBPJGijtNsA/TcoJCnQO6_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/EU-2OsqRkGI/s1600/0506111710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBPJGijtNsA/TcoJCnQO6_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/EU-2OsqRkGI/s400/0506111710.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out his wings. His hair is really curly in the back but gets matted down throughout the day. His wings stay strong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is toooooooo busy. So I don't have much to post about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6586136654548413406?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6586136654548413406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6586136654548413406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6586136654548413406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6586136654548413406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-few-weeks.html' title='Last few weeks'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ1cfxuWzgo/TcoJApJzM7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/WZkko1Ht4AA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-2825202983303842838</id><published>2011-05-03T18:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:24:56.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Saturdays ago</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to put pictures of Daisy up I failed to mention the swapmeet. I believe I've blogged about it before but I'm gonna do it again. I think its tradition now. When we visit my fam we go to the swapmeet. We meander through the aisles and stop at a coach roach for lunch. BEST quesadillas I've ever had. EVER. Everyone else gets the tacos. But no matter what you order you can't pass up some authentic horchata. I like the authentic, D likes melon or fresa. All are super good, especially on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCmU6hvA2q4/TcCbqN0sdDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wPL7r-5BYFk/s1600/downsized_0423111234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCmU6hvA2q4/TcCbqN0sdDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wPL7r-5BYFk/s1600/downsized_0423111234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivnuut1isqI/TcCbtJxVPkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jsvLCKOutyg/s1600/downsized_0423111237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ivnuut1isqI/TcCbtJxVPkI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jsvLCKOutyg/s1600/downsized_0423111237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At this particular place they put what I thought were sliced peppers and D thought were beans (like green beans) on the tacos and in the quesadillas. Turns out its cactus. Rob asked twice thinking there was a language barrier. But there wasn't. And since then, I've noticed all sorts of sliced cactus at the grocery store in jars. Anyone have a good recipe for cactus? I'm interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kb9FvxZlUcg/TcCbwAAq1vI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ZQh0Nso6ow0/s1600/downsized_0423111235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kb9FvxZlUcg/TcCbwAAq1vI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ZQh0Nso6ow0/s1600/downsized_0423111235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a magical time at the swapmeet. Can't you tell by D's expression? Lil man got some pumas and a toy, I got some cute Nordstrom sweaters, and D got a bunch of socks for cheap. Success as always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-2825202983303842838?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2825202983303842838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=2825202983303842838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2825202983303842838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2825202983303842838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-saturdays-ago.html' title='Two Saturdays ago'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCmU6hvA2q4/TcCbqN0sdDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wPL7r-5BYFk/s72-c/downsized_0423111234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7847915087376314445</id><published>2011-05-02T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:42:00.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECGxnyewiE4/Tb7lQzVKpOI/AAAAAAAAAio/9Asx4NTbtgI/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECGxnyewiE4/Tb7lQzVKpOI/AAAAAAAAAio/9Asx4NTbtgI/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Easter was wonderful. Scotty made delicious waffles for everyone. I put nutella, strawberries, and mango on mine. I'm getting hungry thinking about it. Mom and Dad (or just mom) got gifts for us. Damien got the new Harry Potter movie, I got some cute sandals, and baby got books and bath toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' ward had a wonderful program during sacrament meeting. Blake kept signing and saying 'all done' throughout. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jaci, her girls, Jody &amp;amp; Clark,&amp;nbsp; and all of us had a yummy Easter Dinner. Mid dinner my sisters and I drove to the hospital to see Heather and Jethro's new baby. She was so adorable. She made me baby hungry! I was selfish and held little Daisy for a long while before handing her over. Here are some shots of Daisy Lee and her adopted aunties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcI7nagE8bM/Tb7pnBDErNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4bpC8QxU2Yw/s1600/IMG_8833+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcI7nagE8bM/Tb7pnBDErNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4bpC8QxU2Yw/s640/IMG_8833+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTAsTBQOnwk/Tb7nI0klZbI/AAAAAAAAAis/509-dJrxDFE/s1600/IMG_8833+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2UMONFXb1k/Tb7nX_IsjtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/a9kBOI-88NQ/s1600/IMG_8838+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2UMONFXb1k/Tb7nX_IsjtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/a9kBOI-88NQ/s640/IMG_8838+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjpoaeX_RWg/Tb7nlIzofOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/bh-9ARJnY4Q/s1600/IMG_8842+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjpoaeX_RWg/Tb7nlIzofOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/bh-9ARJnY4Q/s640/IMG_8842+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one is my favorite. Ten times over favorite. So precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idzPblWDzzI/Tb7n1tuGB7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/0c9_-tRsIAw/s1600/IMG_8857+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idzPblWDzzI/Tb7n1tuGB7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/0c9_-tRsIAw/s640/IMG_8857+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I promised not to put any post labor pics of Heather up even though she looked really good. In fact she looked like a model compared to what I looked like! So here is a pic with a proud Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9U_KzV8jcE/Tb7oFvVf4FI/AAAAAAAAAi8/yCCBVccniks/s1600/IMG_8862+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9U_KzV8jcE/Tb7oFvVf4FI/AAAAAAAAAi8/yCCBVccniks/s640/IMG_8862+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh I had to hold her after all the picture taking again. Can you tell I love her? Can you tell she made me want to have one just like her? She did...but this won't be happening for a bit longer. These two pics are courtesy of the picture taking skills of Dirty D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6A12Tq56-g/Tb7q8wthrQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xXG3YqIuY3g/s1600/IMG_8863+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6A12Tq56-g/Tb7q8wthrQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xXG3YqIuY3g/s640/IMG_8863+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How cute! Congrats to Heather and Jethro. Glad I could see miss Daisy before heading back to Bootah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7847915087376314445?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7847915087376314445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7847915087376314445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7847915087376314445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7847915087376314445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/easters.html' title='Easters'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ECGxnyewiE4/Tb7lQzVKpOI/AAAAAAAAAio/9Asx4NTbtgI/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1519276338083442593</id><published>2011-04-29T17:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:07:32.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LA, dogs, and June's</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna get caught up now that my camera cord is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake did amazing for his first flight. He enjoyed watching Baby Einstein on my lap the entire time. He also enjoyed the bag of cookies the attendant gave him. Once everyone was home from work we went to In n Out. Actually I stayed back so Blake could go to bed. You would think since we have one down the street D wouldn't care to go. But he loves burgers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are all blurring together at this point, but I think we went to LA's fashion district the next morning. Damien was kind enough to tag along with my mom, baby, and Dani. I got some stretch poplin and some knits. All will be used for my summer of NO pants. I'm excited to get started on them. As tradition, we had street vendor food for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8WLEX2AHg/Tbs-bAQQK3I/AAAAAAAAAig/bBQnNCt_cTo/s1600/street-dog-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8WLEX2AHg/Tbs-bAQQK3I/AAAAAAAAAig/bBQnNCt_cTo/s400/street-dog-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YU-mHfWUeOI/TbtDHvZkQ4I/AAAAAAAAAik/7aARTTPRTFk/s1600/hotdogs-2-425x641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YU-mHfWUeOI/TbtDHvZkQ4I/AAAAAAAAAik/7aARTTPRTFk/s400/hotdogs-2-425x641.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my how I love LA street dogs. They are wrapped in bacon and fried up (healthy I know) Then topped with grilled onions and peppers, tomatoes, jalapenos, and condiments. I stick with the grilled veggies and mayo. I LOVELOVELOVE THEM. I was introduced to them a few years back and have tried to replicate. Not as good for some reason. Anyways D wasn't as impressed and got street tacos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty warm the majority of the time. Too cold for Deb's pool but perfect for the Mackay's pool. June has her pool set to 98 or something close year round. Blake loved it naturally. Here are a few of him and D. And one hot pic of T if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxl8aKRb4E0/Tbs91HNbiNI/AAAAAAAAAic/hGI-38a8lQM/s1600/poolparty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxl8aKRb4E0/Tbs91HNbiNI/AAAAAAAAAic/hGI-38a8lQM/s640/poolparty.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and Courtney you were close. It was Horchata and Melon horchata. Seperate post on seperate street food to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1519276338083442593?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1519276338083442593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1519276338083442593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1519276338083442593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1519276338083442593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-dogs-and-junes.html' title='LA, dogs, and June&apos;s'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sv8WLEX2AHg/Tbs-bAQQK3I/AAAAAAAAAig/bBQnNCt_cTo/s72-c/street-dog-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-75071029334884742</id><published>2011-04-26T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:31:49.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermom</title><content type='html'>All laundry is done, luggage is unpacked, house is picked up, food is in the cupboards...and lil man is sleeping. Sigh. Damien is being superdad too, he is working his butt off as we speak. His internship started up today. Sadly he woke up sick. And since we got in from our much delayed flight after midnight, he is really tired. He's a stud though and I'm sure he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that the house is getting in order I wanted to update this little old blog. But............I can't find my stinking connector! I will keep searching. Hopefully its not in the deep abyss known as Danica's room. In the meantime, can anyone guess what these babies are???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpvVL3HRy58/TbdjD7qWquI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Y5Vpa1mxuGI/s1600/downsized_0423111234a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpvVL3HRy58/TbdjD7qWquI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Y5Vpa1mxuGI/s400/downsized_0423111234a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HINT: We seek them out EVERY saturday we are in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my cord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-75071029334884742?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/75071029334884742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=75071029334884742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/75071029334884742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/75071029334884742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/supermom.html' title='Supermom'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpvVL3HRy58/TbdjD7qWquI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Y5Vpa1mxuGI/s72-c/downsized_0423111234a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4399741441133573508</id><published>2011-04-18T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:38:05.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Spring Sprung?</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows. I'm baffled. I'm baffled every spring. I get excited and then let down. Repeat a few times and then its summer. That's Utah for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we are hanging out at the park in warm scrumptious sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esb8QQR9VGs/TayQk57Z9aI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WToTtwRYsio/s1600/IMG_8751+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esb8QQR9VGs/TayQk57Z9aI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WToTtwRYsio/s400/IMG_8751+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlLPXZVqKPY/TayQgHOcsQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/USbjjnfVK04/s1600/IMG_8746+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlLPXZVqKPY/TayQgHOcsQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/USbjjnfVK04/s400/IMG_8746+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPPXDwrIgyg/TayQm7390zI/AAAAAAAAAiM/gZ-NcWw5GPc/s1600/IMG_8768+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPPXDwrIgyg/TayQm7390zI/AAAAAAAAAiM/gZ-NcWw5GPc/s400/IMG_8768+copy.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the next we are indoors with rain. Its better than snow, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEbAyMl19XY/TayQtCVgFcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/l_1vVGT_72Q/s1600/IMG_8728+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEbAyMl19XY/TayQtCVgFcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/l_1vVGT_72Q/s640/IMG_8728+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was very interested in "reading" about lions hunting and killing buffaloes. Is that odd? No, he is Damien's son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2bzQy2J3yU/TayQ1tstxvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GmMpqY4MupM/s1600/IMG_8729+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2bzQy2J3yU/TayQ1tstxvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GmMpqY4MupM/s640/IMG_8729+copy.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow we are going on Spring Break/celebrating no more classes for D! We are so so so excited to get away and enjoy some time with family and a few friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4399741441133573508?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4399741441133573508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4399741441133573508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4399741441133573508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4399741441133573508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/has-spring-sprung.html' title='Has Spring Sprung?'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esb8QQR9VGs/TayQk57Z9aI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WToTtwRYsio/s72-c/IMG_8751+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4905712157959641396</id><published>2011-04-14T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:31:29.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raisins!?! and the gift that keeps giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LESuouTh_HQ/TacuhT3YUSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/P4azcKWo_j0/s1600/downsized_0408111423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LESuouTh_HQ/TacuhT3YUSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/P4azcKWo_j0/s320/downsized_0408111423.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What mom? You didn't want me to spill raisins all over the floor? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually just sits and takes a handful out and then gobbles them up....not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gift am I referring to? To those darn kidney stones. I can't get the stain out of the carpet. GROSS! And I got a fatty bill in the mail from the CT scan. AAHHHH! Again I would never wish kidney stones on anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4905712157959641396?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4905712157959641396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4905712157959641396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4905712157959641396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4905712157959641396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/raisins-and-gift-that-keeps-giving.html' title='Raisins!?! and the gift that keeps giving'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LESuouTh_HQ/TacuhT3YUSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/P4azcKWo_j0/s72-c/downsized_0408111423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-953511329703903031</id><published>2011-04-12T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:44:40.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He wants to be a fishy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJBI5_XgiP8/TaUv8E1RSOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2MAoTOLJ43s/s1600/IMG_8713+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJBI5_XgiP8/TaUv8E1RSOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2MAoTOLJ43s/s640/IMG_8713+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still have to get the pics from Deb from conference. But here's one from after eating lunch at the Roof. He would have climbed in. Just before that weekend he saw an allergist, hoping to help his eczema. No allergies! She gave us some things to do to help his eczema. Including two 30 minute baths every day. He is loving these baths. This summer we got all got the Pass of all Passes, aka seven peaks and more. So baby will get to be a fish all summer long. Grandma Debby even brought him a cute little life vest he can sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5Zg-U5qL1c/TaUwk8Pg9CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ds6v3AAacQU/s1600/IMG_8698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5Zg-U5qL1c/TaUwk8Pg9CI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ds6v3AAacQU/s640/IMG_8698.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from his most recent visit to the doctors for a checkup. Not much has changed...really tall...really skinny. He gained 12 ounces since his birthday. He eats and eats but stays teeny. Wouldn't that be nice? I need to get a picture of his new, adorable, curly little curls in the back. I LOVE them. Adorbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-953511329703903031?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/953511329703903031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=953511329703903031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/953511329703903031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/953511329703903031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-wants-to-be-fishy.html' title='He wants to be a fishy!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJBI5_XgiP8/TaUv8E1RSOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2MAoTOLJ43s/s72-c/IMG_8713+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-498715837391054335</id><published>2011-04-11T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:47:26.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>French Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-tBgm5BPC4/TaMUOSu3SKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4anZ0vxu2_k/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-tBgm5BPC4/TaMUOSu3SKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4anZ0vxu2_k/s640/Untitled-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gave Blake a 1/4 loaf of french bread. It was devoured and at the same time ALL over the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-498715837391054335?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/498715837391054335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=498715837391054335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/498715837391054335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/498715837391054335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/french-connection.html' title='French Connection'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-tBgm5BPC4/TaMUOSu3SKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4anZ0vxu2_k/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-140160997361912540</id><published>2011-04-06T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:29:34.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bieber Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5n296FuPhM/TZ0f1JgFPDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Z-C4PYOrupE/s1600/0406111636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5n296FuPhM/TZ0f1JgFPDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Z-C4PYOrupE/s400/0406111636.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baby has a fever today. Boo go away fever. There are three possible explanations: danica got him sick, he is teething, normal reaction to immunization shot last week. Which ever the case, he is still his happy self. I gave him a beiber hair style to go with his fever. It didn't make the fever go away though. Too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPGsNwy_fsQ/TZ0f2RpzyUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7ig85XBMgBg/s1600/0403111449%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPGsNwy_fsQ/TZ0f2RpzyUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7ig85XBMgBg/s400/0403111449%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm gonna have to give this past weekend a later posting. Mom has the good picks on her camera (T: help her download and then email them to me, please) Here is Blake watching Conference on TV from the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;Word to your mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-140160997361912540?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/140160997361912540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=140160997361912540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/140160997361912540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/140160997361912540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/bieber-fever.html' title='Bieber Fever'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5n296FuPhM/TZ0f1JgFPDI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Z-C4PYOrupE/s72-c/0406111636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4167900436592491060</id><published>2011-03-31T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:00:14.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bangs</title><content type='html'>Julie posted wedding and reception photos on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/profile.php?id=655678652"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;. I tagged myself in a few so you could see. Not my friend on facebook?!? Your loss. Thats ok though, I crudely stole some and pasted them right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smzKU9iHL8A/TZTKfKNy6TI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X3IFPjhX_M4/s1600/206270_10150133200615905_529995904_6620521_5372861_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smzKU9iHL8A/TZTKfKNy6TI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X3IFPjhX_M4/s640/206270_10150133200615905_529995904_6620521_5372861_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho0y4TzmRrw/TZTO83yko-I/AAAAAAAAAho/o5nVKfy6UO8/s1600/206041_10150133201155905_529995904_6620525_790217_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ho0y4TzmRrw/TZTO83yko-I/AAAAAAAAAho/o5nVKfy6UO8/s640/206041_10150133201155905_529995904_6620525_790217_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6g5LkaD6D5c/TZTKeB_fNAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1S18xTLlzUY/s1600/199259_10150132390285905_529995904_6612975_7592839_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6g5LkaD6D5c/TZTKeB_fNAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1S18xTLlzUY/s640/199259_10150132390285905_529995904_6612975_7592839_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out wedding and bridals &lt;a href="http://anomephoto.blogspot.com/2011/03/brad-and-julie-big-day.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://anomephoto.blogspot.com/2011/03/julies-bridals_20.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; from the lovely Adria at &lt;a href="http://www.anomephoto.com/"&gt;Anome Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, D shaved his mustache off and then he saw my last post. Oops, I left a browser open and he saw his mustache picture. He wasn't too thrilled about the picture being up or my comments about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will start my own blog....No, I'm too lazy"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll grow another one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing for all of these statements. I deserved that I guess. But I should say that I think my husband is most handsome with a clean shave and his hair combed BUT he is ruggedly handsome with a shaved head and some stubble. These are my favorite looks of his, hands down. I'm a lucky girl to have such a stud no matter what his current hair style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4167900436592491060?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4167900436592491060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4167900436592491060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4167900436592491060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4167900436592491060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-bangs.html' title='Oh bangs'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smzKU9iHL8A/TZTKfKNy6TI/AAAAAAAAAhk/X3IFPjhX_M4/s72-c/206270_10150133200615905_529995904_6620521_5372861_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3216841938881119671</id><published>2011-03-29T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:07:41.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk as a skunk</title><content type='html'>No one is drunk, but sometimes the boys in this house smell like skunks.&amp;nbsp; Or sometimes baby looks like he is drunk as one. But really its just nap time.&amp;nbsp; He has some easy tells when he is tired. He has nystagmus so his eyes are an obvious one. Didn't know that? Check out a decent description of Congenital Nystagmus here: &lt;a href="http://www.nystagmus.org/aboutn.html"&gt;http://www.nystagmus.org/aboutn.html&lt;/a&gt;. (Its not severe, he has great vision, sees a vision specialist, no neurological problems, will lead a very normal and active life!) Anyways, he also likes to bite toys, the floor, his feet, ME! So while I was messing with my new lens I snapped some classic sleepy baby pics. Biting included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dfe4IHr4Vas/TZJQlTVdkBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BXqi_ixINp4/s1600/IMG_8665_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dfe4IHr4Vas/TZJQlTVdkBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BXqi_ixINp4/s640/IMG_8665_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYjEbHgCj7w/TZJRmCzZjeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RtSMVk_KtUg/s1600/IMG_8669_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYjEbHgCj7w/TZJRmCzZjeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RtSMVk_KtUg/s640/IMG_8669_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I'm sleepy its just a whole lot of grumpiness. Oh and that lovely mark by his eye...tantrum in the crib resulting in more anguish...for everyone. It looks much better today. Sadly while playing around my bed he split his lip open before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bawling + drop of blood = crying mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I started crying too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the well-wishers from my last post. To quote Kanye "Now that-that-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Damien grew a mustache. I know mustaches are making a huge comeback. But...really? I find myself getting annoyed just looking at it. Its not my favorite look on him, in fact I hate it. Last night I was unconsciously glaring at it with hatred and he caught me. He was like 'whats wrong?' 'Um nothing I was just zoning off' If he knows I hate-hate it, then he will want to keep it longer and have it grow longer. Ugh. double Ugh. Don't worry, by the time he reads this that patch of hair will be long gone. I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1a0PdCUsqY/TZJSMopyC0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/915wAPmeafk/s1600/IMG_8657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1a0PdCUsqY/TZJSMopyC0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/915wAPmeafk/s320/IMG_8657.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What are your thoughts on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend the mama and the papa are coming up for Conference! Its kinda like a semi-annual holiday. We pack up and go stay in SLC (in my parents hotel room) go to conference, eat awesome food, all while spending time with the fam. It makes it all the more special. I will take photos to share the experience. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am thinking of participating in the &lt;a href="http://hideousdreadfulstinky.blogspot.com/p/summer-of-no-pants-2011.html"&gt;Summer of NO Pants&lt;/a&gt;. I love skirts and dresses, and I love new ones too. I think the challenge will help me finish about 5-6 skirt/dress projects that have been started and not finished. We'll see. And as a bonus for Damien: my legs will be shaved more often. What a lucky boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3216841938881119671?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3216841938881119671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3216841938881119671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3216841938881119671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3216841938881119671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/drunk-as-skunk.html' title='Drunk as a skunk'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dfe4IHr4Vas/TZJQlTVdkBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BXqi_ixINp4/s72-c/IMG_8665_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5003430674521549771</id><published>2011-03-28T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:51:21.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>those rolling stones</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Last Thurs/Friday was absolute misery. I got baby down for the night and was planning on a relaxing evening while D was at work. Not so. What I thought were UTI symptoms quickly turned into something much worse. I called Dave, D's bro who lives in the basement apartment, to see if he wouldn't mind picking up some cranberry juice.&amp;nbsp; By the time he got back I had thrown up all over the carpet from the pain. Ummmm yeah I wrote that and I know its gross. Anyways he ran me to the doctors...morphine shot, no real help...ran me to radiology...kidney stone! Damien met up with us there. Holy crap, I wouldn't wish this on my &lt;strike&gt;worst enemy&lt;/strike&gt; ANYBODY. It was worst than childbirth, no lie. At least with labor pains you know they will end in a minute or so and then give you a break. Or you have the option of an epidural. It would be like an hour and a half and then let up.&amp;nbsp; Once we got the pain meds I had to wait forever, otherwise I would just barf them up. And then they would wear off in 3 hours.&amp;nbsp; Damien was a good sport. He cannot handle watching, smelling, anything to do with people barfing. He said God really blessed him, since he was holding my bowl for me and being there all night and the next day.&amp;nbsp; It was rough but we got through it. I passed it friday late afternoon, hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful to Dave for rushing to my aid. He stayed with me even after D came. And then he was kind enough to go pick up my meds. And sweet Adria stayed at the house with Blake &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; cleaned up vomit! Um not everyone would be so kind. Thank you thank you thank you! Also D's parents took baby friday through saturday. D was pulling double duty and that really kept him sane. And Aunt Cindy had Nae bring me a hot pad. Really helped.Everyone was so sweet and helpful. What a blessing they were and are! Thanks again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few silly pics of baby that I'll post tomorrow...or the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone going to Conference? We are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5003430674521549771?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5003430674521549771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5003430674521549771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5003430674521549771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5003430674521549771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/those-rolling-stones.html' title='those rolling stones'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7335204974849043279</id><published>2011-03-20T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:54:20.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad &amp; Julie's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>Damien's little sister got married last week! Hence the posts on lingerie and bridesmaid dresses. It was a beautiful wedding. I wish I could say the same about the weather. We were all looking awesome in our attire. Sadly I have no pictures of all of us. Why? you ask. Blake's nap time + cold weather = very grumpy baby. These are all the pictures I have. I will have to snag some professional ones from Adria later. Even though he was not a happy camper, Blake looked super cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vf_vnhb6njE/TYYszkkguGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Wpn8DCNEUEA/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vf_vnhb6njE/TYYszkkguGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Wpn8DCNEUEA/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the best quality by any means...but I love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jvFWeBQo28E/TYYwr9tylpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/914L8nedGHA/s1600/DSCN0896+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jvFWeBQo28E/TYYwr9tylpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/914L8nedGHA/s320/DSCN0896+copy.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He looks devious and so much like his dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7335204974849043279?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7335204974849043279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7335204974849043279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7335204974849043279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7335204974849043279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/brad-julies-wedding.html' title='Brad &amp; Julie&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vf_vnhb6njE/TYYszkkguGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Wpn8DCNEUEA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-646252434697574359</id><published>2011-03-19T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:10:31.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all this wedding business, I've forgotten what happened last week. Um...back to my mom's visit. Saturday we went to Brick Oven with all the cousins and aunts and kids and babies that could come. It was a blast to get to see everyone (we don't see enough of each other). We came home got ready, dropped mom and Blake off at aunt Cindy's while D and I went to Mt Timp Temple for Julie. Awesome, enough said. Then went to Iggy's for dinner. Picked up mom and baby and head home. Mom said that Blake had a blast playing with Brit's kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we visited Grandma Jo and her BB dog. The dog just licks Blake to death. He just laughs the whole time. Then off to church. I don't remember what else happened that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday was shopping shopping shopping. But before all the shopping we had lunch at Jason's deli. Delish. My mom wanted to take Cindy out for her birthday. This is what happens when D gives baby a little bit of ice cream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--BROTzNPArc/TYWJy187UsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/csYIhGlTA9k/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--BROTzNPArc/TYWJy187UsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/csYIhGlTA9k/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday Deb flew out, after a 2 hour delay. In the mean time she helped me catch up on the bridesmaid dresses. We were so happy to have her come stay with us. She spoils us to death. She even got up with the baby so we could get some much needed Zzz's. It was said to say goodbye. Can't wait for our next visit! We all miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-646252434697574359?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/646252434697574359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=646252434697574359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/646252434697574359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/646252434697574359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--BROTzNPArc/TYWJy187UsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/csYIhGlTA9k/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4060229841853991481</id><published>2011-03-16T22:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:40:41.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls gone wild!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister-in-law Julie is getting married tomorrow! So last Friday I threw her a little lingerie shower. I'll let the pictures do the talking. Warning some of the following pictures may be considered hilariously pornographic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gAusNc-xdFc/TYGKCP-gbEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xXMje7_KpP0/s1600/juls1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gAusNc-xdFc/TYGKCP-gbEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xXMje7_KpP0/s640/juls1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bottom right is from me. I forgot to take pics of the &lt;strike&gt;decorations&lt;/strike&gt; cute pink and black lingerie pieces strung around. Sounds odd but it was cute. The highlight of the night was the Willy cookies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M-dm73Uu84k/TYGLztns9zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xZ89_xx3-8Y/s1600/juls2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M-dm73Uu84k/TYGLztns9zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xZ89_xx3-8Y/s400/juls2.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are nothing short of adorable, right? I thought it would be fun to serve them, so I whipped up a batch. My mother in law asked if I had a cookie cutter or a model!?! Um...neither. Anydangways, it was a fun night with Julie's girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tomorrow is the big day...and I still need to hem my dress, oops. At least I'm not doing it the day of, like T's wedding. Oops to that.&amp;nbsp; But look what I made with extra bridesmaid fabric for little man:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SzrnSXbx_p8/TYGOtojEpaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6Q6Ho0ZYjm4/s1600/0316112229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SzrnSXbx_p8/TYGOtojEpaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6Q6Ho0ZYjm4/s400/0316112229.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is nothing better than a sharp dressed man. Mine are gonna be workin it tomorrow. One will be smoking hot and the other, adorbs as can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures to follow of the wedding festivities, and once they are over I will catch up on Grandma's epic visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4060229841853991481?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4060229841853991481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4060229841853991481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4060229841853991481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4060229841853991481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-gone-wild.html' title='Girls gone wild!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gAusNc-xdFc/TYGKCP-gbEI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xXMje7_KpP0/s72-c/juls1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-8479375049735623939</id><published>2011-03-15T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:33:42.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the VISIT</title><content type='html'>We did a LOT. I don't know where to start. My mom came to visit on Wednesday. D, baby, and I drove up to get her from the airport. Baby couldn't make it home without passing out. Got home, got him to bed, and then made ourselves some yummy fajitas. Actually Damien did while we gabbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bocptCcwz8s/TX_k_jCoC5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eQo6D1jACVA/s1600/IMG%2B041%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bocptCcwz8s/TX_k_jCoC5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eQo6D1jACVA/s400/IMG%2B041%2Bcopy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday we went to visit Papa Buddy. Hung out for a while, had some lunch, took a nap (we all fell asleep in our chairs while Blake took a nap in my arms). My mom got to visit with her Aunts too. We head back through the canyon with the last 20 minutes of screaming. Blakers didn't like all the driving he was subjected to. While D was at work we enjoyed some Cafe Rio! Mom loves it so we always eat there when she visits.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to Heindselman's Yarn store.&amp;nbsp; Mom got enough yarn to keep her busy for a few months. My favorite purchase was some deep purple alpaca for a beanie for me! Then there was errands and more shopping. We stopped at Rubio's Grill for a fish taco to hold us over til dinner. Can you tell what Blake had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yhQ77mjTwtM/TX_namyApwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ihgr33VKYpk/s1600/0311111521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-yhQ77mjTwtM/TX_namyApwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ihgr33VKYpk/s320/0311111521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He just loves limes, despite what you think based on this picture. He kept opening his mouth for more. Or if I just give it to him, he chews on it. Silly boy. We came home to get ready for Julie's Lingerie Shower! That will have to be a separate and black barred/censored post. Jk...sorta. Mom went out for Aunt Cindy's birthday dinner while the party went down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have to go finish the bridesmaid dresses now while baby naps. I will continue the Grandma visit maybe tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-8479375049735623939?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8479375049735623939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=8479375049735623939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8479375049735623939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8479375049735623939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/visit.html' title='the VISIT'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bocptCcwz8s/TX_k_jCoC5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eQo6D1jACVA/s72-c/IMG%2B041%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1761651020085091837</id><published>2011-03-09T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:06:49.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is coming to visit us!</title><content type='html'>Its Grandma Debby. She flies in later today, and we can't be more tickled. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l6fI_S1SKLc/TXeUTinTpuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IY-pOopt-3A/s1600/downsized_0309110746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l6fI_S1SKLc/TXeUTinTpuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IY-pOopt-3A/s400/downsized_0309110746.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now we will have something to blog about! Lately I've just been sewing up a storm for D's sister's bridesmaid dresses. 2 down 1 to go and 8 days left!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On another note. I found something pretty awesome for those with eczema. Blake has it on his cheeks, shoulders, arms, and knees really bad. Aquafor, olive oil, and the prescriptions weren't cutting it once the harsh dry winter came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bmpvgx_hQfc/TXeWJWn0MRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cCusLmkHTCs/s1600/calmoseptine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bmpvgx_hQfc/TXeWJWn0MRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cCusLmkHTCs/s200/calmoseptine.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So one of the Doctors recommended this. It has really helped everywhere, especially cheeks and knees. Thought I'd pass it on. I order it at Smith's pharmacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1761651020085091837?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1761651020085091837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1761651020085091837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1761651020085091837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1761651020085091837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/someone-is-coming-to-visit-us.html' title='Someone is coming to visit us!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l6fI_S1SKLc/TXeUTinTpuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IY-pOopt-3A/s72-c/downsized_0309110746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6415870467812241948</id><published>2011-02-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:25:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylin'</title><content type='html'>Blog refashion! Thoughts? I wanted something new and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-91zJ5cUh4JI/TWxKteJw47I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Qx1ClP2NHjk/s1600/0226111118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-91zJ5cUh4JI/TWxKteJw47I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Qx1ClP2NHjk/s640/0226111118.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Little man has stylin hair too, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6415870467812241948?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6415870467812241948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6415870467812241948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6415870467812241948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6415870467812241948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/stylin.html' title='Stylin&apos;'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-91zJ5cUh4JI/TWxKteJw47I/AAAAAAAAAgc/Qx1ClP2NHjk/s72-c/0226111118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-2141849781405816992</id><published>2011-02-18T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:49:58.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh snap</title><content type='html'>So Blake is saying a few words now (hi, ball, mom, dad, more, banana) But other than banana, we don't hear them very often. He talks to himself in the mirror and also yells 'hi' when I put him down for a nap. He must think that I'll come grab him when he says real words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDacAjneRf4/TV6UGDLbHEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7DSkOrNxu7I/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He also knows a few signs. He recognizes more than he can do himself. If I ask him if he wants more of something, he will sign 'more' Even when he doesn't really want more. I sign ball and he will look for his ball...he tries so hard to sign ball back. But it is a variation of 'more.' So lately I've been signing 'light' to him. He gets so excited when he does it back. Its so funny. The only difference is that I flick my middle finger up from my thumb. Blake flicks his down and it makes a distinct snap sound. Which he gets delighted about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-2141849781405816992?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2141849781405816992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=2141849781405816992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2141849781405816992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2141849781405816992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-snap.html' title='Oh snap'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-641016017552598144</id><published>2011-02-16T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:21:26.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo overload</title><content type='html'>Does anyone ever read what I write anyways? Its the pictures that lure people to blogs so here are a few from valentine's weekend and some from off my camera that I forgot about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9IUu9olY88/TVvq6AM42UI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uoh2JcA0frs/s1600/business+socks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9IUu9olY88/TVvq6AM42UI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uoh2JcA0frs/s400/business+socks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Blake in his Valentin attire. jk. I snapped a few of him playing the piano in his business/church socks. He loves both being naked (or almost) and his piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFyoiGs0oMA/TVvrRhNmIOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mptgFu1TLyU/s1600/1185809974_byu8thstakevalentine%2527sday-502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFyoiGs0oMA/TVvrRhNmIOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/mptgFu1TLyU/s320/1185809974_byu8thstakevalentine%2527sday-502.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So on Saturday we went dancing. Ha it was so much fun. Our stake put on a nice little dance with a live band. They even had someone taking pictures. It felt very jr highish standing in line to get the pictures. But they turned out pretty good. Sean and Courtney, our good friends, are in the picture with us. We all had dinner together at our place. I made panko breaded chicken with rice, and lemon or orange sauce to go on top. Then we went dancing for a bit while uncle dave and aunt adria stayed at the house while baby slept. We came home for a few rounds of settlers. The last time we played it both Sean and Courtney won...but this night I won BOTH games. I must say it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say or how to introduce this next photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlHu8X7OCn0/TVvsZoc0qnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Sbvf5PQsB2I/s1600/excited+bum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlHu8X7OCn0/TVvsZoc0qnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Sbvf5PQsB2I/s400/excited+bum.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He gets so excited waiting for his baths to fill up. I guess the first is a relaxed state and the second is when he gets all crazy excited. Me and D kept laughing at the photos, so I thought I would share. Hopefully he won't hate me when he is older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtsHgUN_-nE/TVv7hJlpqsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/spLiZBvpUpY/s1600/faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtsHgUN_-nE/TVv7hJlpqsI/AAAAAAAAAfY/spLiZBvpUpY/s320/faces.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are just some fun faces of Blake I forgot were on my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-641016017552598144?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/641016017552598144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=641016017552598144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/641016017552598144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/641016017552598144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/photo-overload.html' title='Photo overload'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9IUu9olY88/TVvq6AM42UI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uoh2JcA0frs/s72-c/business+socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4541440444783933904</id><published>2011-02-15T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:51:25.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A win and yet a big loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-ROFcnve4Y/TVqcFX34ofI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0TLK_ZyDAjw/s1600/0209111356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-ROFcnve4Y/TVqcFX34ofI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0TLK_ZyDAjw/s320/0209111356.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We head out to the land of Eagle Mountain for the game. Blake takes a bath in the kitchen sink and goes right to sleep upstairs! His outfit didn't even last til tip off, he was out. We decided to spend the night on account of Blake's needed sleep. We had sweet potato fries, meatballs, a pasta salad, cookies, pizza, and a veggie tray.&amp;nbsp; Sounds kinda random when I put them all together. So we eat and start watching the game. I FALL ASLEEP in the second half.&amp;nbsp; I wake up at the end of the game thinking that was weird...I never do that. So I go get in bed as everyone is leaving. Fall asleep, run to bathroom, throw up. Repeat. Repeat. Ugh I got food poisoning. Somehow I was the only one to eat the pasta salad, or enough of it, or the bad part of it. It was a rough night and next day to say the least. Damien was such a champ though. I had signed up to make dinner for a family in our ward...I didn't want to even look or think about food. So Damien came to the rescue and made chicken chili with corn bread muffins all while watching Blake!! He's amazing!!! So I went to check my email for the address of the family...come to find out I had an email telling me I didn't need to make them a meal anymore. Oops.&amp;nbsp; So we had a whole bunch of chili for lunches last week. Blake even gobbled some up. So that was our game day and fun that followed. Maybe next rival game we can win AND stay healthy. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Valentine's will have to be a separate post later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4541440444783933904?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4541440444783933904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4541440444783933904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4541440444783933904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4541440444783933904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/win-and-yet-big-loss.html' title='A win and yet a big loss'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-ROFcnve4Y/TVqcFX34ofI/AAAAAAAAAfI/0TLK_ZyDAjw/s72-c/0209111356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-2377720928528657420</id><published>2011-02-09T14:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:02:54.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVMNadavLeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rk6Sc7UflDk/s1600/resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVMNadavLeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rk6Sc7UflDk/s200/resize.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the Cavanaugh Family its like a national holiday. DUKE against Carolina today. With the current relationship statuses there are 6 Tar Heels and 6 Blue Devils. Brad, the new bro in law to be, joined the evil forces by default. We all get decked out in our teams garb. Even little Blake is dressed up for the occasion. Our own little Cameron Crazy. I might give him a mustache and goatee like last year. Can't wait for tip off. We are all getting together to enjoy good food and a great game. GO DUKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVMKtN7ZSLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/C8Ga-4vS8jc/s1600/downsized_0209111421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVMKtN7ZSLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/C8Ga-4vS8jc/s320/downsized_0209111421.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-2377720928528657420?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2377720928528657420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=2377720928528657420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2377720928528657420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2377720928528657420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/game-day.html' title='Game Day'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVMNadavLeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rk6Sc7UflDk/s72-c/resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7898522240959342844</id><published>2011-02-08T16:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:11:30.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January-Smanuary</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy along with a case of runny noses. Blake had his one year appointment early in the month. He weighs 20 lbs, which is really skinny. And then he is also really tall, I don't remember the inches. Here are two pictures from the dr's office, one was his first visit, not his best picture. We were checking all his oxygen levels and stuff like that. The top is a whole year later. Can you see the matching carpet in both photos? What a difference a year makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHN-3cyx7I/AAAAAAAAAes/oSRoaVE1wAQ/s1600/1stbday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHN-3cyx7I/AAAAAAAAAes/oSRoaVE1wAQ/s320/1stbday.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the BYU San Diego State Game. And that included waiting in line for 2 hours the day before to get a wrist band, waiting in line the day of for 2 more hours, and then waiting inside the Marriott center for 2 hours before the game started. At some points it was freezing and others it was snowing. Was it worth it? Maybe. Damien would say 'Absolutely.' I felt really old standing in line with all the premission teenage college students. That part wasn't worth it. My brother was kind enough to drop us off some Beto's while we shivered in line and our stomachs growled.  It was a great game though. If it had ended up being a crappy game I would have been quite disgruntled to have to wait all that time for nothing. Brando and Trish were kind enough to watch baby for our 7 hour basketball shenanigans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHUFePOZlI/AAAAAAAAAew/b1O4Gf4xbZk/s1600/0125111238%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHUFePOZlI/AAAAAAAAAew/b1O4Gf4xbZk/s200/0125111238%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHUGakc2vI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qCbvPBMViOs/s1600/0126111725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHUGakc2vI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qCbvPBMViOs/s200/0126111725.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHU4dvwICI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Muj37MA96TU/s1600/0205110846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHUIWZk6LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sVNcQaSJMP0/s1600/0126111934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHUIWZk6LI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sVNcQaSJMP0/s200/0126111934.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also our little guy has a total of 6 teeth. That happened awhile back, can't remember if I blogged about it. But here is a picture to see ALL of them. I love love love them. They are all crooked and as sharp as can be. So far he has attempted to bite my shoulder and my face. I was sadly mistaken when I thought I was getting a hug and a kiss. He did an awesome job of biting D's leg one night. Randomness! We attempted the whole 'bite him back' method...he just laughed at me. We'll have to figure something else out if he keeps it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHU4dvwICI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Muj37MA96TU/s1600/0205110846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHU4dvwICI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Muj37MA96TU/s320/0205110846.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7898522240959342844?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7898522240959342844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7898522240959342844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7898522240959342844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7898522240959342844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/january-smanuary.html' title='January-Smanuary'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TVHN-3cyx7I/AAAAAAAAAes/oSRoaVE1wAQ/s72-c/1stbday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4648847976945170736</id><published>2011-01-19T14:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:48:36.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Seuss Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Our little man turned one...almost a month ago!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it! Time goes by faster and faster. Here are some pictures from the hospital when he was about 13 lbs lighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdG1ksTEnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/u2-NwdiUqYo/s1600/downsize+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdG1ksTEnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/u2-NwdiUqYo/s320/downsize+%25288%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He stayed in the NICU for a week before we all came home. What a fun year it has been since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdHpZ1xhaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mxPAwzVrsx8/s1600/DSCN0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdHpZ1xhaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/mxPAwzVrsx8/s400/DSCN0390.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's reminisce: Year's Montage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdSaUjZUBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/HErRDG77TPQ/s1600/Birthday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdSaUjZUBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/HErRDG77TPQ/s320/Birthday3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His red hair is gone, his long naps, and if he ever had baby fat it would be gone too. Its been an exciting and fun year with our little guy and we are so blessed and happy to have him in our lives&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the big day in between Christmas day and Marlyn's wedding. It was a fun little Dr Seuss themed party.&amp;nbsp; Grandma Farrer was kind enough to let us use her place for the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdcI56hM7I/AAAAAAAAAek/SbfAfcxbIq4/s1600/Invite2blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdcI56hM7I/AAAAAAAAAek/SbfAfcxbIq4/s320/Invite2blog.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTclxXOYzxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/n84Y_qrXM-k/s1600/Invite2blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had gotten him a Duke shirt last summer and it also says Thing 1 on it. I don't understand why Dr Seuss and Duke would be on a shirt, but it matched the party so he wore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckFVUvmVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/yLMwmp3CvQo/s1600/Birthday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckFVUvmVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/yLMwmp3CvQo/s320/Birthday1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lots of cake EVERYWHERE! He loved it and it was so fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; My favorite is when he shoveled it into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckOu8LJgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lZp-OZe0JOE/s1600/20101227_9_44.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckOu8LJgI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lZp-OZe0JOE/s320/20101227_9_44.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His attentive guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckKHVJqAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v7csoagdwQY/s1600/Birthday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckKHVJqAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v7csoagdwQY/s320/Birthday2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had Thing 1 and 2 cupcakes, they were supposed to look like these &lt;a href="http://cutestfood.com/uploads/2010/04/CutestFood_com_tumblr_l1ghxuztdx1qzjtuzo1_5001.jpg"&gt;CUPCAKES&lt;/a&gt;, but I couldn't find blue cotton candy in the entire valley. ugh. So I made blue frosting that ended up being very yummy. We also were going to have green eggs and ham (green deviled eggs and little ham sandwiches) But we forgot to put the green dye in the eggs, oops. The birthday boy got sooooo many nice gifts from everyone. Lots of books and toys. I think he really enjoyed watching all his other little cousins run around too. Big thanks to Trish, Rob, and Deb for helping with the food and more. And also to my sister-in-law &lt;a href="http://www.anomephoto.com/"&gt;Adria&lt;/a&gt;, who was the birthday photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckfpHSmTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ug_ufMRVhLQ/s1600/20101227_9_153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTckfpHSmTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ug_ufMRVhLQ/s320/20101227_9_153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He had a great birthday and thanks to all that came! Here he is licking a balloon, Damien is too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4648847976945170736?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4648847976945170736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4648847976945170736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4648847976945170736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4648847976945170736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/dr-seuss-birthday-bash.html' title='Dr Seuss Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTdG1ksTEnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/u2-NwdiUqYo/s72-c/downsize+%25288%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-721429361343881382</id><published>2011-01-18T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:58:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake's First Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Well sorta. His first Christmas that he opened presents and stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; His birthday will have to be a seperate post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ9yxZVz6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/TK4lheBfFOM/s1600/20101225_9_21a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ9yxZVz6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/TK4lheBfFOM/s320/20101225_9_21a.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ-IjWAniI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q3d__pqb6Xo/s1600/20101225_9_281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ-IjWAniI/AAAAAAAAAdk/q3d__pqb6Xo/s320/20101225_9_281.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was happy crawling around in all the wrapping paper for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ-eZ4ksqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BhhIkcodx3U/s1600/20101225_9_34a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ-eZ4ksqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BhhIkcodx3U/s320/20101225_9_34a.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ-vI1GgHI/AAAAAAAAAds/opAVmsMZHYY/s1600/20101225_9_36c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ-vI1GgHI/AAAAAAAAAds/opAVmsMZHYY/s320/20101225_9_36c.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas season spending time with family and friends. Christmas day was spent at Grandma and Papa Cavanaugh's.&amp;nbsp; We had the annual Christmas breakfast casserole and orange rolls, my favorite.&amp;nbsp; We spent the day loafing around if I remember correctly. Sunday night we celebrated Chad's 2nd Birthday with Ev and Whit and their family. Damien picked out a nerf gun that was age appropriate for 6+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTbsly1Vk2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/geKYIDNZg1g/s1600/downsized_1223101332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTbsly1Vk2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/geKYIDNZg1g/s320/downsized_1223101332.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pole dancing at costco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTbspXANPhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KY0Ay0oX6Rg/s1600/downsized_1226101753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTbspXANPhI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KY0Ay0oX6Rg/s320/downsized_1226101753.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going out in the freezing weather after Christmas! He got this sweet beanie from Grandma Valerie. Side note, it was in the mid 40s yesterday and I thought it was warm. I saw a girl wearing capris, which I thought was a little much.&lt;br /&gt;More to follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-721429361343881382?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/721429361343881382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=721429361343881382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/721429361343881382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/721429361343881382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/blakes-first-christmas.html' title='Blake&apos;s First Christmas...'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ9yxZVz6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/TK4lheBfFOM/s72-c/20101225_9_21a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1220879542794471469</id><published>2011-01-18T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:47:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten...</title><content type='html'>November pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ4lW3L9bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/znQ2S7clHJI/s1600/wedding2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ4lW3L9bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/znQ2S7clHJI/s320/wedding2.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With aunt TT, watching Grandma make rolls for Thanksgiving, and last minute pic with Grandma and Grandpa before we left for home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTbq-dRnojI/AAAAAAAAAdw/X8-I8xVyKyE/s1600/downsized_1121001357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTbq-dRnojI/AAAAAAAAAdw/X8-I8xVyKyE/s320/downsized_1121001357.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is how Blake cooperated for the drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1220879542794471469?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1220879542794471469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1220879542794471469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1220879542794471469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1220879542794471469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten...'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TTZ4lW3L9bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/znQ2S7clHJI/s72-c/wedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4262280629197684224</id><published>2010-12-04T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:28:52.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really People?</title><content type='html'>This is what Damien sees when he is leaving the grocery store this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPrbl0-oOMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/3ENhFm8bcW8/s1600/downsized_1204001106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPrbl0-oOMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/3ENhFm8bcW8/s400/downsized_1204001106.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really?? If you are gonna drive your little jazzy cart to the grocery store, don't you think you would just drive into the store? Does anyone have an explanation for this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4262280629197684224?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4262280629197684224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4262280629197684224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4262280629197684224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4262280629197684224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/really-people.html' title='Really People?'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPrbl0-oOMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/3ENhFm8bcW8/s72-c/downsized_1204001106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-151842479487217287</id><published>2010-12-01T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:50:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second to last wedding of the year</title><content type='html'>Its been the year of weddings: Matt, Cory, Heather, Brad, and T, among a few others. And Min's is at the very end of the year. Well the trip to ca was horrendous. Snow storm, car breaks down, the 15 was closed in Rancho Cucamonga. But it was nice to be with family and friends for a few days before we headed back into the winter &lt;strike&gt;wonderland&lt;/strike&gt; of utah. I loved the wedding. My favorite advise I heard that was given to Scotty: Just assume you are incorrect 80% of the time. Ha, why didn't someone give that advise to someone whose name starts with a D.....Danica. Just kidding. sorta. Well I know people have only been checking my blog to see if I put up pictures so here you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbBjoqgmqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gFC0fwpo5Ds/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbBjoqgmqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gFC0fwpo5Ds/s320/wedding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbBz0DNhQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pH393vPycUQ/s1600/IMG+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbBz0DNhQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pH393vPycUQ/s320/IMG+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T getting all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbB67UlebI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MrdYiG5o2xE/s1600/IMG+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbB67UlebI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MrdYiG5o2xE/s320/IMG+037.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbB_3HM8ZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/22uj8kkH324/s1600/IMG+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbB_3HM8ZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/22uj8kkH324/s320/IMG+036.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanksgiving was yummy and fun as well at Aunt Jody's. I didn't want to come back after all the festivities. Snow and housework awaited me. But we're back and I'm caught up. Now its time to get ready for Christmas/Baby's birthday!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-151842479487217287?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/151842479487217287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=151842479487217287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/151842479487217287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/151842479487217287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-wedding-of-year.html' title='Second to last wedding of the year'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPbBjoqgmqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gFC0fwpo5Ds/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-2418637253833464482</id><published>2010-11-28T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:13:20.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPJ_DSpvZOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/heK48CM8rUY/s1600/IMG+045b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPJ_DSpvZOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/heK48CM8rUY/s320/IMG+045b.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Worst traveling we have ever experienced. But it was worth it. I didn't take a lot of pictures but I will post some later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_327486445"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_327486446"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-2418637253833464482?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2418637253833464482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=2418637253833464482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2418637253833464482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2418637253833464482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-to-follow.html' title='More to follow'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TPJ_DSpvZOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/heK48CM8rUY/s72-c/IMG+045b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7099123314323000942</id><published>2010-11-16T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:44:39.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Birthday is it anyways?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is hard to tell since ours are so close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOLxz6YUXII/AAAAAAAAAcw/5jQ-mAMsGYw/s1600/zoey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOLxz6YUXII/AAAAAAAAAcw/5jQ-mAMsGYw/s320/zoey.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few weeks ago we went with my cousin Tyson and Sarah and sweet little Jackie to Thai Lotus to have a second try at Thai. I LOVE IT! No lie. We went to the Thai Lotus in downtown Salt Lake. Oh My, it is now my all time favorite place. So for my birthday I naturally wanted to go consume as much thai food as humanly possible. And that is exactly what I did. We had potstickers, massaman, patang, and coconut soup. Ooo and coconut tapioca. I don't even like tapioca and I licked my bowl clean, and D's too. It was a wonderful birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOL1DTeIhpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fQxV1qs1dbc/s1600/IMG+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOL1DTeIhpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fQxV1qs1dbc/s320/IMG+026.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the BYU game for D's birthday the next afternoon. It was a great game! Had a blast watching them win. Blake liked all the kids that sat to our right. We then head to his parents for Thanksgiving dinner. You read that correctly. Uncle Scott was visiting from Turkey so we celebrated early. Very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOL5C7Lj5XI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yvhalqLbFKg/s1600/bh7849brg38zea31ra3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOL5C7Lj5XI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yvhalqLbFKg/s320/bh7849brg38zea31ra3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOL1M1ktpBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qs_YS52-HQY/s1600/IMG+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOL1M1ktpBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qs_YS52-HQY/s320/IMG+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the only one I got of all of us.&amp;nbsp; Sadly you cannot see all of our matching BYU shirts. Thanks for all the birthday well wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7099123314323000942?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7099123314323000942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7099123314323000942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7099123314323000942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7099123314323000942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/whose-birthday-is-it-anyways.html' title='Whose Birthday is it anyways?'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TOLxz6YUXII/AAAAAAAAAcw/5jQ-mAMsGYw/s72-c/zoey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5905065211995704617</id><published>2010-11-04T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:33:05.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVESTRONG.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNNewj4C0CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YjzT0aPAaJM/s1600/livestrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNNewj4C0CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YjzT0aPAaJM/s320/livestrong.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love it! check it out all you calorie counters. I wanted to lose a few pounds before T's big day....and of course I have put it off (20 days left) So I'm trying this site. I love crunching numbers (weird, I know) and I love to look at the graphs. Maybe in approximately 20 day, and if I lose anything, I'll post my progress...maybe. Don't hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mom is starting to drink Kangen water. Have you heard of it? It sounds awesome. Give me some feedback on your knowledge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5905065211995704617?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5905065211995704617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5905065211995704617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5905065211995704617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5905065211995704617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/livestrongcom.html' title='LIVESTRONG.com'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNNewj4C0CI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YjzT0aPAaJM/s72-c/livestrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5018119807174838347</id><published>2010-11-02T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:55:58.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoda yoda yoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBtGLJPBAI/AAAAAAAAAco/5GckhRSmjjM/s1600/yoda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBtGLJPBAI/AAAAAAAAAco/5GckhRSmjjM/s320/yoda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes we are people from Star Wars! Yes baby is Yoda and yes D is Anikan. Yes I am wearing white, and No it was not flattering. D won our ward's halloween activity contest. He was quick at bobbing for apples. For the last round they bobbed for apples with ties over their eyes. Oh and while they couldn't see someone put a bunch of goldfish in with the apples. So funny and gross. He won us a gift card to chili's! On Saturday we took baby to trick or treat at grandma and grandpa Cavanaughs and only made it to 3 houses before he was done. Sadly none of the candy he/Damien collected was chocolate. We then head to Alpine for Aunt Julie's party.&amp;nbsp; We watched the world's worst scary movie. And it was the worst. Its called Trolls 2. View some horrible footage &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KCct4RwLNM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. All in all we had a fabulous Halloween especially in our sweet costumes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5018119807174838347?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5018119807174838347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5018119807174838347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5018119807174838347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5018119807174838347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/yoda-yoda-yoda.html' title='Yoda yoda yoda'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBtGLJPBAI/AAAAAAAAAco/5GckhRSmjjM/s72-c/yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4853474441000951451</id><published>2010-11-02T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:56:47.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU game numero dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBbIrryMgI/AAAAAAAAAck/VcXbMkKMIxk/s1600/storms-clouds-over-byu-football-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBbIrryMgI/AAAAAAAAAck/VcXbMkKMIxk/s400/storms-clouds-over-byu-football-01.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a great picture huh? Found it at daviddanielphotograpy. The game started in pouring rain, tapered off and at one point had a little sunshine. Blake disliked hanging out under a poncho while it rained...but once it stopped he enjoyed the game. He had on about 6 layers of clothes. The jacket in the photo is a 18 month, but with all the heavy layers underneath it fit. The family outing was a success. Plus we won! It was refreshing to see a game where we didn't get slaughtered. Especially since our last attendance was the USU game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBaatuoTRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/KOr--xd9jRU/s1600/IMG+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBaatuoTRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/KOr--xd9jRU/s320/IMG+087.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BEST CAVANAUGH FAMILY PHOTO (to date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBai_fjgkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gmcZRsEFxbI/s1600/IMG+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBai_fjgkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gmcZRsEFxbI/s320/IMG+090.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We look awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4853474441000951451?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4853474441000951451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4853474441000951451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4853474441000951451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4853474441000951451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/byu-game-numero-dos.html' title='BYU game numero dos'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TNBbIrryMgI/AAAAAAAAAck/VcXbMkKMIxk/s72-c/storms-clouds-over-byu-football-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-658406882786671967</id><published>2010-10-20T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:59:13.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooooky faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL_HdvWFokI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UFsca-s3qPQ/s1600/halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL_HdvWFokI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UFsca-s3qPQ/s320/halloween.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To add to our Halloween decor without spending too much money we came up with this. I printed them out and put them in cute little frames. Scroll down to the post below to see them on the wall. They were orange instead of gray though. I love them, I find myself staring at them. And when people come over I make sure to point them out. If anyone wants to have this done to their family for a few bucks, let me know. I love how long Blake's eyelashes are, and D looks like he has fangs, and my mole showed up (bah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-658406882786671967?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/658406882786671967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=658406882786671967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/658406882786671967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/658406882786671967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/spooooky-faces.html' title='Spooooky faces'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL_HdvWFokI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UFsca-s3qPQ/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5697939927087595195</id><published>2010-10-20T22:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:01:47.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nut shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL_F6rLgo1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/klcx8SbOmqs/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL_F6rLgo1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/klcx8SbOmqs/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October started with a bang. My parents came up for conference, the really-really sad BYU USU game, deer hunt and to see us (Blake.) Obviously the game was saddening AND we sat right in front of the band. Which Blake loathed. In fact to show his anguish he yelled every time they played. Conference was amazing as always. Dad and Mom treated us to dinner at the Roof. Got to hang out with mom for a day before she flew back home. Dad went hunting with Uncle Ryan. The rest of October will be displayed in pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL--owraIoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Sk8a6K5ZorA/s1600/20101006_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL--owraIoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Sk8a6K5ZorA/s320/20101006_3.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What happens when D is asked to feed baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL--q9Yy9AI/AAAAAAAAAb0/tG55xQaFMdM/s1600/1019001144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL--q9Yy9AI/AAAAAAAAAb0/tG55xQaFMdM/s320/1019001144.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New halloween decor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL--yaG3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/D_XC3Z047EA/s320/downsize+%284%29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5697939927087595195?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5697939927087595195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5697939927087595195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5697939927087595195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5697939927087595195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-nut-shell.html' title='In a nut shell'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL_F6rLgo1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/klcx8SbOmqs/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1860326530147257467</id><published>2010-10-20T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:05:13.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YeeHaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL-7mjjdd1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/clFJmq1jawI/s1600/BYU-8-Stake-Opening-Social-0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL-7mjjdd1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/clFJmq1jawI/s320/BYU-8-Stake-Opening-Social-0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL-70siZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/aJ1vZ-T2Kjk/s1600/BYU-8-Stake-Opening-Social-0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL-70siZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/aJ1vZ-T2Kjk/s320/BYU-8-Stake-Opening-Social-0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our stake had a fun opening social in September...but I just now got the photos. Aren't they silly. Blake is firing my gun. Ha. Oh and my head is too big for the child size farmer hat. Enjoy our silliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1860326530147257467?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1860326530147257467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1860326530147257467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1860326530147257467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1860326530147257467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/yeehaw.html' title='YeeHaw'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TL-7mjjdd1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/clFJmq1jawI/s72-c/BYU-8-Stake-Opening-Social-0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5233291532358534751</id><published>2010-09-23T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:32:29.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>end of summer woes</title><content type='html'>We went to salt lake to have lunch with D's shift last week. Every semester Blake gets to hang out with this beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkN1M5idI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NTxx6rij-2A/s1600/downsized_0917001307+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkN1M5idI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NTxx6rij-2A/s320/downsized_0917001307+%281%29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkPMFqgCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UWjm3BbtrZk/s1600/downsized_0917001307a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkPMFqgCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UWjm3BbtrZk/s320/downsized_0917001307a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also took these cute pictures while up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkgZGBrLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ez6QQNPxiOI/s1600/20100917_35_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkgZGBrLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ez6QQNPxiOI/s400/20100917_35_2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwk58p7yoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SVCCc1SjVRk/s1600/20100917_46_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwk58p7yoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SVCCc1SjVRk/s400/20100917_46_2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our little photo shoot we drove the alpine loop. Oh the leaves are changing and look gorgeous. If we have some free time I'd like to snap a family pic up in the autumn colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5233291532358534751?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5233291532358534751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5233291532358534751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5233291532358534751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5233291532358534751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-summer-woes.html' title='end of summer woes'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJwkN1M5idI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NTxx6rij-2A/s72-c/downsized_0917001307+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6175042630355795965</id><published>2010-09-22T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:26:50.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the RIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoZRx90WhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m1-tH97M5Nw/s1600/IMG+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoZRx90WhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m1-tH97M5Nw/s320/IMG+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damien says knowing that he gets to go to the river every summer, helps him get through the school year. I can't imagine why??? We loaf around, play tetris, soak up the sun, go on boat rides, cliff diving, wakesurf, wakeboard, tube, eat like kings, and hang with the family. This year included lightning storms. But before we even got there we stayed in vegas with the bishops.&amp;nbsp; Here are the pictures from fremont street that sorta turned out&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoaB4aD8bI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cd35q8etXRg/s1600/IMG+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoaB4aD8bI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cd35q8etXRg/s320/IMG+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day we went and saw the Las Vegas temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJonsMJV2OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PGlcOXMGul8/s1600/IMG+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJonsMJV2OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PGlcOXMGul8/s320/IMG+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We continued our journey to the river later that afternoon. Visiting Evan and Whit made me jealous. I can't wait to live in a bigger apartment or house or something bigger than our attic! Oh and move somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJor6QCYMZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/n2ytv8sLt6g/s1600/az.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJor6QCYMZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/n2ytv8sLt6g/s1600/az.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJor6QCYMZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/n2ytv8sLt6g/s320/az.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a blast and can't wait til next year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6175042630355795965?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6175042630355795965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6175042630355795965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6175042630355795965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6175042630355795965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/river.html' title='the RIVER'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoZRx90WhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m1-tH97M5Nw/s72-c/IMG+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-995479687032379910</id><published>2010-09-22T08:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:28:25.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmNeuiZdVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5hBuuOg3iGs/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmNeuiZdVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5hBuuOg3iGs/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only a month behind! Here are pics from Dave and Adria's luncheon. If you are wondering why the baby is tied up in pink...he was playing his first game of cowboys and indians with his dad. Dave and Adria were married in the Timp temple...beautiful! I made Blake a tie from a thrifted man's tie. It turned out pretty cute and he matched all the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmRhhfePBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xY6bh-cYi9k/s1600/wed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmRhhfePBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xY6bh-cYi9k/s320/wed1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Cory and Cassie's wedding the next day. I left my camera at the reception so this is all I have from my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmTW0SpCcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YLGW4BdVMq0/s1600/0814101406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmTW0SpCcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YLGW4BdVMq0/s320/0814101406.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmQrRGxMRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qIqFWiLYRlE/s1600/downsize%284%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmQrRGxMRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qIqFWiLYRlE/s320/downsize%284%29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had a photo booth after their ceremony. Here are the groom and his groomsman. D was the best man and Marco married them with his internet minister certificate (or something similar) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmT1iLhEkI/AAAAAAAAAag/K9CCB50JqSQ/s1600/img004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmT1iLhEkI/AAAAAAAAAag/K9CCB50JqSQ/s400/img004.jpg" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoUkJs9qmI/AAAAAAAAAao/sP2xMYjYQxc/s1600/img007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJoUkJs9qmI/AAAAAAAAAao/sP2xMYjYQxc/s400/img007.jpg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-995479687032379910?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/995479687032379910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=995479687032379910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/995479687032379910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/995479687032379910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TJmNeuiZdVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5hBuuOg3iGs/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5288819754841246744</id><published>2010-09-03T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:48:12.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Rock Candy Mountain</title><content type='html'>Between all these reunions Blake, mom, Dani, and I head to 7 Peaks for the day.&amp;nbsp; Robbin, Jenna, Wendi, Layla, Min, Nae, Cindy, Sarah, and Jackie were there to hang out with too. We had a blast. Here is DD and baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIB-oiCpiWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/q8w3xFJsKkw/s1600/IMG+287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIB-oiCpiWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/q8w3xFJsKkw/s200/IMG+287.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed south to Big Rock Candy Mountain. And no there were no unicorns named Charlie. The theme for this years reunion was Hillbilly. That is why Jod and Jac look so beautiful.  There was lots of fun things to do. Best thing: Floating down the river. There was a nice slow route for the little ones and a more adventurous route for the older ones. I got a wicked sweet bruise on my behind from a frisky rock. I know others did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TICAgojifGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CAAn1JK68jw/s1600/IMG+300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TICAgojifGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CAAn1JK68jw/s320/IMG+300.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TICAlNHu3kI/AAAAAAAAAZw/okrcVhiro8I/s1600/farrer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TICAlNHu3kI/AAAAAAAAAZw/okrcVhiro8I/s320/farrer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Every family was in charge of a hillbilly craft. Debby didn't know what we could do. I had seen a cute tutorial, on a blog I like to follow, on how to make these beauties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TICAocBoS4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/n417nvAQktE/s1600/farrermustache.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TICAocBoS4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/n417nvAQktE/s320/farrermustache.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We rummaged through DI and Savers in the valley and bought tons of mugs. Then bought some special paint and brushes. WALLAH: hillbilly mustache mugs.I made Blake a wee little mustache mug. I posted everyone's that I had a picture of, if you would like to be featured and you weren't, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was fun! Looking forward to next year with the farrers. It was sad to say goodbye to my mom since I had here for so long. We did get to see her shortly after at the river though...that post will follow shortly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5288819754841246744?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5288819754841246744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5288819754841246744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5288819754841246744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5288819754841246744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-rock-candy-mountain.html' title='Big Rock Candy Mountain'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIB-oiCpiWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/q8w3xFJsKkw/s72-c/IMG+287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1849372493495550841</id><published>2010-09-02T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:12:17.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robby is on GLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TH3HxM53GMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/g8XZyt4XQIM/s1600/glee_montage.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TH3HxM53GMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/g8XZyt4XQIM/s320/glee_montage.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who the next cast member on Glee is?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAo289bn3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/L817bskMi_E/s1600/robby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAo289bn3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/L817bskMi_E/s320/robby.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAo4OVeafI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HPm6NFXTwUo/s1600/robby2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAo4OVeafI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HPm6NFXTwUo/s320/robby2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Robby worked on the Glee set two nights ago with his crew. They were building and setting up for filming this week if I understand correctly. I told him he had to send a picture with an L on his forehead. He obliged with two. I believe all members of my family are gleeks, except Debby and including Clayton. Are you a gleek too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1849372493495550841?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1849372493495550841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1849372493495550841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1849372493495550841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1849372493495550841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/robby-is-on-glee.html' title='Robby is on GLEE'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TH3HxM53GMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/g8XZyt4XQIM/s72-c/glee_montage.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6917832083592781628</id><published>2010-09-02T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:58:06.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fausett Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAiV72cqoI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7JLjMXkjdHc/s1600/IMG_8237+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAiV72cqoI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7JLjMXkjdHc/s320/IMG_8237+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAUkkUBTfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gWSIGJZ8CLo/s1600/Fausett1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAUkkUBTfI/AAAAAAAAAYo/gWSIGJZ8CLo/s320/Fausett1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAcbWxmHtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wcti1CVbOEg/s1600/Fausett2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAcbWxmHtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wcti1CVbOEg/s320/Fausett2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIBWFroBXaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EppLb5QIbFU/s1600/IMG_8229+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIBWFroBXaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EppLb5QIbFU/s320/IMG_8229+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fausett reunion was awesome as always. Here are a few highlights of the trip up Huntington Canyon. Spent a few nights in our little backpacking tent...we won't all fit next year. Blake slept better in the tent than he does in his crib. Blake made friends with all of his cousins, especially Avery. Damien made friends with Layla, a fellow Duke fan! I sat around playing cards and eating Swedish fish (my fav camping snack) while Damien spent his days fishing with the boys. Danica washed her hair in a spout. Blake dressed up like Kobe with someone's headband. Damien got some new favorite jokes from Uncle Dan and my dad. Tried Jambalaya for the first time and LOVED it. It was fun to see everyone again and always too short. Enjoy the montage and group photos.&lt;br /&gt;Note to all that read this and care: If you want a copy of the group family photo email me at zoeycavanaugh at live dot com and I'll send it to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6917832083592781628?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6917832083592781628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6917832083592781628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6917832083592781628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6917832083592781628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/fausett-reunion.html' title='Fausett Reunion'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TIAiV72cqoI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7JLjMXkjdHc/s72-c/IMG_8237+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3720834248506554079</id><published>2010-08-31T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:37:39.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>Since Matt's wedding (slash my last post) there has been more weddings, more announced weddings, road trips, camping, bubbles, family fun, more road-trippin, car break-downs, injured ankles, hair cuts, Vegas, cliff diving, mustaches, all sorts of shenanigans and so on (not in chronological order). We have been so busy this last month I haven't blogged about any of it! But now D has started back at the Y, so we are getting back into a routine.&amp;nbsp; Which I love love love. One of my goals this week is to get this place updated. So slowly but surely I will get it done before Saturday (cross your fingers.)&amp;nbsp; Here is a pic to entice you to check back this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TH0hbXVMZtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LEL_IZMU6UE/s1600/IMG+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TH0hbXVMZtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LEL_IZMU6UE/s320/IMG+011.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3720834248506554079?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3720834248506554079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3720834248506554079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3720834248506554079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3720834248506554079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TH0hbXVMZtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LEL_IZMU6UE/s72-c/IMG+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-8179801998945881270</id><published>2010-07-12T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:08:31.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walser Wedding! Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvscOhaqNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lxrruLe9YG4/s1600/walserwed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvscOhaqNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lxrruLe9YG4/s400/walserwed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493244140187199698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of D's best friends from high school got married last week! Matt and Lu...hooray, we are sooooo happy for you two. I love going to sealings so of course we enjoyed ourselves at theirs. They got married in the Mt Timpanogos Temple last wednesday. The boys got together at our place the night before. Blake and I fell asleep and missed all of their late night mischief. Here is a picture of them over three years ago: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvvD8dLS7I/AAAAAAAAAXo/C-iKUTz-Oq0/s1600/Mission+1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvvD8dLS7I/AAAAAAAAAXo/C-iKUTz-Oq0/s400/Mission+1592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493247021555600306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that Damien has some really great friends.  Plus they married, or are about to marry, some great girls too. This will probably be one of the last get togethers that everyone is present at, for awhile.  Ev and Whit just moved to Nevada, Matt and Lu are already in Washington, and who knows where life will take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvwG4tMeuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fYzhVue-0eg/s1600/walserwed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvwG4tMeuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fYzhVue-0eg/s400/walserwed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493248171600280290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at the reception. I love receptions that involve dancing. In fact it is necessary for a great one. Can't wait for next months weddings and more dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-8179801998945881270?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8179801998945881270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=8179801998945881270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8179801998945881270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8179801998945881270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/walser-wedding-hooray.html' title='Walser Wedding! Hooray!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvscOhaqNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lxrruLe9YG4/s72-c/walserwed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1185112593491119256</id><published>2010-07-12T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:53:58.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go America!</title><content type='html'>Sunday night we had a Cavanaugh slumber party...for reals. We had family dinner at our place followed by late night shenanigans. I got up early and made a scrumptious breakfast before we walked over to the parade. Blake's first parade was a hit, except the police and fire sirens at the very beginning. Oh and the plane that flew over, which was awesome to the rest of us. He LOVED the bands and there were a few balloon floats that he stared long and hard at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvpODsVg2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jbhNVoKP6jI/s1600/4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvpODsVg2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jbhNVoKP6jI/s400/4th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493240598227157858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing games, going swimming, having a bbq, and when it got dark fireworks. Here are some pics with his aunties before swimming. The girls thought it was so funny that he was posing for the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvpObAE5sI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NUMF25Re1XA/s1600/4th2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvpObAE5sI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NUMF25Re1XA/s400/4th2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493240604483970754" 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/6176616631686459574-1185112593491119256?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1185112593491119256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1185112593491119256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1185112593491119256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1185112593491119256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-america.html' title='Go America!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDvpODsVg2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jbhNVoKP6jI/s72-c/4th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3785863125542888693</id><published>2010-07-12T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:43:52.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the GRANDparentals came through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDyWecGRpmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LJXekVWg828/s1600/gng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDyWecGRpmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LJXekVWg828/s400/gng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493431095167919714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby, Debby, and Dirty D stayed the night in SLC after their stake's youth conference trip.  They went up to Wyoming and did a trek.  So of course we crashed the friday night party to hang with them.  It was nice to see so many people from CA too. I don't get a lot of opportunities to see Stake members when I go home, so I enjoyed it all the more.  Here are a few photos of Blake with them at This Is The Place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3785863125542888693?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3785863125542888693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3785863125542888693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3785863125542888693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3785863125542888693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandparentals-came-through.html' title='the GRANDparentals came through'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TDyWecGRpmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LJXekVWg828/s72-c/gng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-201983804701225800</id><published>2010-06-29T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:26:21.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at us now</title><content type='html'>We had a bbq with the snyders on monday.  Here is a before and after of Nat and Me. The before was at our christmas sweater party in our single days. After is with our little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrVU0pEbHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/59eE-NjobYs/s1600/n%26z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrVU0pEbHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/59eE-NjobYs/s400/n%26z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488433649609370738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-201983804701225800?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/201983804701225800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=201983804701225800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/201983804701225800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/201983804701225800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-at-us-now.html' title='Look at us now'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrVU0pEbHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/59eE-NjobYs/s72-c/n%26z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6369016158343218922</id><published>2010-06-29T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:13:30.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCtez1sXodI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sQYxzFED650/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCtez1sXodI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sQYxzFED650/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488584815560597970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is eating a few solids now. He LOVES carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrCBnUF5PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aLd34LOZ1o0/s1600/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrCBnUF5PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aLd34LOZ1o0/s400/hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488412428893283570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6369016158343218922?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6369016158343218922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6369016158343218922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6369016158343218922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6369016158343218922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/six-months.html' title='Six Months!'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCtez1sXodI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sQYxzFED650/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7617104163919639497</id><published>2010-06-29T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:01:30.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're getting sophisticated with the Boultons</title><content type='html'>New favorite past-time this summer: CROQUET. Even if Brandon wins 90% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrBiAnt6TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vhZ_A7NWRtU/s1600/croquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrBiAnt6TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vhZ_A7NWRtU/s400/croquet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488411885930670386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7617104163919639497?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7617104163919639497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7617104163919639497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7617104163919639497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7617104163919639497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-getting-sophisticated-with.html' title='We&apos;re getting sophisticated with the Boultons'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCrBiAnt6TI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vhZ_A7NWRtU/s72-c/croquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4666798771882077253</id><published>2010-06-22T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:09:20.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddie Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCEzcOnxByI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qjpEH9nWbGU/s1600/IMG+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCEzcOnxByI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qjpEH9nWbGU/s400/IMG+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485722381168215842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Blake a little swimming pool that we put up in the side yard.  He loves it! In fact he pretty much threw a tantrum when we took him out. Damien got in with him and had just as much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Look what I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCE0W2GvBhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-U99Si_FIuM/s1600/IMG+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCE0W2GvBhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-U99Si_FIuM/s320/IMG+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485723388199503378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCE0WapopKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_ynizq5Xrh8/s1600/IMG+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCE0WapopKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_ynizq5Xrh8/s320/IMG+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485723380829693090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a self-binding receiving blanket. I really like the mitered corners. One of the girls in the ward is due next month and this is what she is getting. Here is where I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=self+binding+blanket+blog&amp;go=&amp;form=QBIR&amp;qs=n&amp;sk=#focal=f0de1d7bec59a0bf4d99472f0b91b19c&amp;furl=http%3A%2F%2F2.bp.blogspot.com%2F_VoeaUrvUHGE%2FSoYNQVBcAjI%2FAAAAAAAAA1o%2FL6yzLxbTZP0%2Fs320%2FIMG_0646.JPG"&gt;EVERYDAY MOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4666798771882077253?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4666798771882077253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4666798771882077253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4666798771882077253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4666798771882077253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/kiddie-pool.html' title='Kiddie Pool'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TCEzcOnxByI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qjpEH9nWbGU/s72-c/IMG+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-2347997336817337771</id><published>2010-06-21T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:36:21.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family mischief</title><content type='html'>One of D's fav students graduated. Here is a photo she took of us at her farewell dinner. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_1_k5oc1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7dDGJXn2fak/s1600/31995_121187771256366_100000954319908_114221_8052956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_1_k5oc1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7dDGJXn2fak/s400/31995_121187771256366_100000954319908_114221_8052956_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485373343746519890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last weekend she was back in town! So D asked if we had any nice family pics we could give her. We didn't have any NICE family pics to give her, so we made one the next morning before breakfast. Not bad considering we did it ourselves in record time.  We had it printed out at walgreen's before 9:30! What do you think? I know Blake isn't looking but that's how it goes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_3Cu2bwBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FQOxMKLu5kI/s1600/June+014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_3Cu2bwBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FQOxMKLu5kI/s400/June+014+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485374497468694546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-2347997336817337771?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2347997336817337771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=2347997336817337771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2347997336817337771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2347997336817337771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-mischief.html' title='Family mischief'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_1_k5oc1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7dDGJXn2fak/s72-c/31995_121187771256366_100000954319908_114221_8052956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-937481324871706151</id><published>2010-06-21T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:26:46.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I would reallly allow such abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_1Atg78lI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uLLeB1P1nos/s1600/May+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_1Atg78lI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uLLeB1P1nos/s400/May+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485372263727100498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't open, but he liked to lick the cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-937481324871706151?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/937481324871706151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=937481324871706151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/937481324871706151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/937481324871706151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-can-iron.html' title='Like I would reallly allow such abuse'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_1Atg78lI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uLLeB1P1nos/s72-c/May+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5483470595108825725</id><published>2010-06-21T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:19:37.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George</title><content type='html'>For Memorial Weekend we went down to the St George house with most of the Cavanaughs.  I'm used to relaxing at the house the entire time...but thats not how the Cavanaughs do things. We were out and about everyday and night. Everyone enjoyed swimming, even Blake, eventually. Day one of the pool was windy and not too hot:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_xfCwUGuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/s_rR7RYbDGU/s1600/stgeorgecollage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_xfCwUGuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/s_rR7RYbDGU/s400/stgeorgecollage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485368386778307298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day Two was warmer, Blake loved the water:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_ynRgeQXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SKDnIc9763g/s1600/stgeorgecollage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_ynRgeQXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SKDnIc9763g/s400/stgeorgecollage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485369627688976754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Medieval Festival in Camelot aka Hurricane. I don't know what to even share. There are rednecks and trekies, this festival was like an homage to an explosion of the two. It was worth going to talk/laugh about it later. Highlights of the festival include D playing battleguard, carnie food, and laying in the shade with Blake&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_vR-WnoCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C0il8WRVDJ8/s1600/stgeorgecollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_vR-WnoCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C0il8WRVDJ8/s400/stgeorgecollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485365963235237922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5483470595108825725?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5483470595108825725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5483470595108825725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5483470595108825725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5483470595108825725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/st-george.html' title='St George'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_xfCwUGuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/s_rR7RYbDGU/s72-c/stgeorgecollage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4234963223743485280</id><published>2010-06-21T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:32:42.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Nat let me take some pics of Kya for practice.  It turns out Kya is much more alert for her age and likes to move-move-move. It proved difficult, but was an adorable model as you can see. Here are my favorite ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_oKFjXWNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2lZRGLBTY3M/s1600/Kya+046+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_oKFjXWNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2lZRGLBTY3M/s320/Kya+046+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485358131147397330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_oJcSbvqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qLohytRiMDg/s1600/Kya+108b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_oJcSbvqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qLohytRiMDg/s320/Kya+108b+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485358120070528674" 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/6176616631686459574-4234963223743485280?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4234963223743485280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4234963223743485280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4234963223743485280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4234963223743485280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/TB_oKFjXWNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2lZRGLBTY3M/s72-c/Kya+046+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3289635105246605409</id><published>2010-05-23T22:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:50:36.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for Red</title><content type='html'>The week before last I got a sexy pair of these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_quGRl28II/AAAAAAAAAU4/WL5RSMMrX6E/s1600/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_quGRl28II/AAAAAAAAAU4/WL5RSMMrX6E/s200/delete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474879719846899842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friend Dave has this store in AF called 26.2.  He videotaped me running to see how I pronate and then fit me for a pair that helps me to not over pronate. These were the ones that did the job and fit comfy too.  I learned something new too: For running you should get a pair that gives you 1/2 inch of room by your toes.  So a size bigger than your regular shoes. Trish accompanied me to see how the whole process worked, she ended up getting a pair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_qho_zF3nI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lFpdzQx9Ssc/s1600/0522100759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_qho_zF3nI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lFpdzQx9Ssc/s400/0522100759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474866022714826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The store, 26.2, that I got my shoes from, sponsored the Race for Red this past weekend.  It was just a 5K, but I had never done one before. I didn't have an amazing time, but I did beat my goal by a few minutes! Thanks to my new shoes I'm sure. This is Whit and me before the race. It was raining and cold before hand, but got nicer once we started.&lt;br /&gt;I texted my mom to brag to her what I had accomplished....she text back that she had hiked 10 miles in prep for her trek this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3289635105246605409?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3289635105246605409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3289635105246605409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3289635105246605409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3289635105246605409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/race-for-red.html' title='Race for Red'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_quGRl28II/AAAAAAAAAU4/WL5RSMMrX6E/s72-c/delete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3649597049355991398</id><published>2010-05-18T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:19:19.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl next door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MqQ1sZ7YI/AAAAAAAAATA/RSIEG0jmggw/s1600/DSCN0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MqQ1sZ7YI/AAAAAAAAATA/RSIEG0jmggw/s400/DSCN0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472764440964885890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MqQRWtUnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NMhcagIa8ME/s1600/DSCN0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MqQRWtUnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NMhcagIa8ME/s400/DSCN0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472764431210205810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sorta. If you know us you might know about some of our best friends. Damien's best friend Mike married mine, Natalie, and this is what happened...Blake has a new lady friend.  Kya Avery is just a few weeks old and we went to see her. It has only been a few months and I just didn't realize how small Blake was. He was smaller than her too. Wierd! Blake loves to stick his tongue out now all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3649597049355991398?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3649597049355991398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3649597049355991398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3649597049355991398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3649597049355991398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-next-door.html' title='The girl next door'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MqQ1sZ7YI/AAAAAAAAATA/RSIEG0jmggw/s72-c/DSCN0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1086091713300618484</id><published>2010-05-18T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:37:30.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shits and giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnmxV4l3pVE"&gt;They entertain each other&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1086091713300618484?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1086091713300618484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1086091713300618484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1086091713300618484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1086091713300618484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/shits-and-giggles.html' title='Shits and giggles'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1780353563373819786</id><published>2010-05-18T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:17:35.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up Doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Ml0_T1sMI/AAAAAAAAASY/Znj1Z_XOWy8/s1600/downsize-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Ml0_T1sMI/AAAAAAAAASY/Znj1Z_XOWy8/s400/downsize-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472759564463354050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Ml0rtRwwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dL1fMG4Z9ag/s1600/0504001050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Ml0rtRwwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dL1fMG4Z9ag/s400/0504001050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472759559201342210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting on the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;4 month appointment: 13 lbs 12 oz 25 inches long. Still on the small side, but healthy and happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1780353563373819786?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1780353563373819786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1780353563373819786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1780353563373819786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1780353563373819786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s up Doc?'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Ml0_T1sMI/AAAAAAAAASY/Znj1Z_XOWy8/s72-c/downsize-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3195094511174257911</id><published>2010-05-18T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:17:15.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the twinkling of an eye...</title><content type='html'>someone started to look like his aunt Danica. Mostly his eyes. Can  you see the similarity? I need to get a baby pic to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Mndn42lrI/AAAAAAAAASw/ldSKnubRgqc/s1600/downsize-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Mndn42lrI/AAAAAAAAASw/ldSKnubRgqc/s400/downsize-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472761362062415538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Mnc_5VRZI/AAAAAAAAASg/HHlvfoxlTA4/s1600/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Mnc_5VRZI/AAAAAAAAASg/HHlvfoxlTA4/s400/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472761351327008146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MndCgJXVI/AAAAAAAAASo/IwaccA1J6Wk/s1600/downsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MndCgJXVI/AAAAAAAAASo/IwaccA1J6Wk/s400/downsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472761352026676562" 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/6176616631686459574-3195094511174257911?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3195094511174257911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3195094511174257911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3195094511174257911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3195094511174257911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-twinkling-of-eye.html' title='In the twinkling of an eye...'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Mndn42lrI/AAAAAAAAASw/ldSKnubRgqc/s72-c/downsize-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-563696646357586652</id><published>2010-05-18T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:16:55.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MW340EPSI/AAAAAAAAARg/X6mDQh1GU8M/s1600/April+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MW340EPSI/AAAAAAAAARg/X6mDQh1GU8M/s400/April+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472743121584667938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Cindy came to visit one day and had on the same top as Blake.  When I showed her this picture she said "Don't I look like a Grandma?" Kayla, that is a hint to you...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-563696646357586652?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/563696646357586652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=563696646357586652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/563696646357586652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/563696646357586652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/jailbreak.html' title='Jailbreak'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MW340EPSI/AAAAAAAAARg/X6mDQh1GU8M/s72-c/April+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4623482819741780488</id><published>2010-05-18T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:25:42.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Welcome California...</title><content type='html'>...we came back to visit.  We had a blast too. Some of our excursions included an Angels game. Damien was freaked out when the rally monkey cheering went on. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYn_ejsxI/AAAAAAAAASI/AnlsBrWWS_Q/s1600/downsize%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYn_ejsxI/AAAAAAAAASI/AnlsBrWWS_Q/s400/downsize%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472745047518851858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYW488UgI/AAAAAAAAASA/odGfMnhgGi0/s1600/DSCN0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYW488UgI/AAAAAAAAASA/odGfMnhgGi0/s400/DSCN0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472744753709470210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D stole this hat from Arejay's closet. Its an Angels hat, even though you can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYWKtXBaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V3MZaSysGwg/s1600/DSCN0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYWKtXBaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V3MZaSysGwg/s400/DSCN0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472744741296080290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Debby and Grandpa Robby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYVoE4HyI/AAAAAAAAARw/PzGTVSYPyVM/s1600/DSCN0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYVoE4HyI/AAAAAAAAARw/PzGTVSYPyVM/s400/DSCN0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472744731999477538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake stayed home with Tristen til about 9:30. Then Danica watched him til we got home.  He wasn't happy when he woke up to Danica and not us.  He screamed for awhile to make her aware of his dislike. Lexi came to the rescue til we came home.  No hard feeling DD, he just likes you better when I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYVDuY9WI/AAAAAAAAARo/0le1lTIH4JQ/s1600/April+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYVDuY9WI/AAAAAAAAARo/0le1lTIH4JQ/s400/April+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472744722241484130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth and Danielle brought over their new little bundle, Silas. I think he was just a week old in this photo. We played Seinfeld SceneIt, that we found at the swapmeet brand new for $4. (Kylie if you are reading about this, we challenge you and Stevan to a Seinfeld duel at the river) Anyways it was fun to see them.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Aquarium of the Pacific too. My mom came with. She has all the pictures of that excursion. So maybe you get to see them, maybe not. We also went to the swapmeet, one of our favorite things to do oddly.  D loves getting almost authentic mexican food from the roach coaches.  He also found his new favorite drinks, melon horchata and fresa/guava horchata. We loved everything and can't wait to come back this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4623482819741780488?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4623482819741780488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4623482819741780488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4623482819741780488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4623482819741780488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-welcome-california_18.html' title='You&apos;re Welcome California...'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MYn_ejsxI/AAAAAAAAASI/AnlsBrWWS_Q/s72-c/downsize%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4675291774274661099</id><published>2010-05-18T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:15:03.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Campfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went up&lt;/span&gt; the canyon once it got warm with a bunch of our friends. We roasted hot dogs and smores and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MsoEJjB3I/AAAAAAAAATg/u-is5PEzmaY/s1600/DSCN0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MsoEJjB3I/AAAAAAAAATg/u-is5PEzmaY/s400/DSCN0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472767039005460338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Blake chilling on his Daddy. His beanie that grandma Debby made  him almost fits. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Msnl2HHUI/AAAAAAAAATY/c57X8oMl2Iw/s1600/DSCN0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_Msnl2HHUI/AAAAAAAAATY/c57X8oMl2Iw/s400/DSCN0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472767030870875458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best angle for his double chin. He looks so chubby in this pic.  His cheeks are deceiving though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MsosvB0jI/AAAAAAAAATo/bbj3InK7ipE/s1600/DSCN0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MsosvB0jI/AAAAAAAAATo/bbj3InK7ipE/s400/DSCN0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472767049900085810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time and can't wait til he is ready to go camping overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4675291774274661099?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4675291774274661099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4675291774274661099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4675291774274661099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4675291774274661099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/campfire.html' title='Campfire'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MsoEJjB3I/AAAAAAAAATg/u-is5PEzmaY/s72-c/DSCN0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1384678504861626423</id><published>2010-05-18T16:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:13:43.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First BYU game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MrjvtZMHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V7jfw9bgiuE/s1600/DSCN0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MrjvtZMHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V7jfw9bgiuE/s400/DSCN0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472765865287561330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MrjAyyA0I/AAAAAAAAATI/kpR2_HXrscg/s1600/DSCN0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MrjAyyA0I/AAAAAAAAATI/kpR2_HXrscg/s400/DSCN0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472765852693693250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt drowned him but I wanted to have him wear it at his first game. My mom got it for him at a football game last year. We went to a men's volleyball game with our friends Sean and Courtney.  They have already left us for the summer and we are still bitter. But we had a great time with them and look forward to their return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1384678504861626423?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1384678504861626423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1384678504861626423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1384678504861626423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1384678504861626423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-byu-game.html' title='First BYU game'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_MrjvtZMHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/V7jfw9bgiuE/s72-c/DSCN0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-9170361620932010223</id><published>2010-03-22T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:12:49.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California here we come</title><content type='html'>Arejay had spring break and Damien didn't have much going on in his classes at the time, so we headed to see the family. The Powells were visiting too! We surprised the kids, since Debby couldn't keep the secret to just herself. First she told Scotty, then Kylie, and somewhere in the mix Rob and Tris found out. I'll add more pictures of us when I get them from my mom/danica. For now here are a few I have rudely stolen from Kylie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdLKFuO0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/h0Dhl39wt9M/s1600/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdLKFuO0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/h0Dhl39wt9M/s400/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473524105895361346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the tide pools in Dana Point. It was a bit cold and BRC* didn't care for it.&lt;br /&gt;*Kylie's nickname for baby and also her favorite meal at El Pollo Loco&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdKyRltSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/geL7-6wJ_pw/s1600/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdKyRltSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/geL7-6wJ_pw/s400/Picture+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473524099502683426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdKZLggoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LytL29x2Ltc/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdKZLggoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LytL29x2Ltc/s400/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473524092766290562" 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/6176616631686459574-9170361620932010223?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9170361620932010223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=9170361620932010223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/9170361620932010223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/9170361620932010223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/california-here-we-come.html' title='California here we come'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_XdLKFuO0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/h0Dhl39wt9M/s72-c/Picture+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3845727560707782546</id><published>2010-03-22T19:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:11:26.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_NADFRbFNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2hP7OQKJEGs/s1600/Grandma+Z+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_NADFRbFNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2hP7OQKJEGs/s400/Grandma+Z+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472788393884325074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke's little ones came down for Grandma Zobell's Funeral. The service was a really nice tribute to her.  Cohen on the left and Eden on the right.  Eden called him Blake Robert, I think she has a cousin named Blake and a cousin named Robert already. Brooke watched him at Grandma Jo's while my mom and I went to JoAnn's. She took these cute pics and I think they all enjoyed themselves.  They will get to see each other again for Brad's imminent wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_NACpjfRmI/AAAAAAAAATw/no-Nhc7KUkc/s1600/Grandma+Z+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_NACpjfRmI/AAAAAAAAATw/no-Nhc7KUkc/s400/Grandma+Z+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472788386443904610" 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/6176616631686459574-3845727560707782546?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3845727560707782546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3845727560707782546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3845727560707782546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3845727560707782546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S_NADFRbFNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2hP7OQKJEGs/s72-c/Grandma+Z+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4990161377420912680</id><published>2010-03-22T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:48:14.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will send announcements eventually</title><content type='html'>But until then...here are a few previews.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdDaPBkiI/AAAAAAAAARI/11xuTLOsC-s/s1600-h/March+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdDaPBkiI/AAAAAAAAARI/11xuTLOsC-s/s400/March+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451639293351137826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peekaboo...I was waiting for him to fall asleep so I could take some asleep pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdDFnNLQI/AAAAAAAAARA/GFmP1XklKPI/s1600-h/March+070+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdDFnNLQI/AAAAAAAAARA/GFmP1XklKPI/s400/March+070+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451639287815417090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does he not look just like his Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdCn2QTVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wqbFs8oz32M/s1600-h/March+021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdCn2QTVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wqbFs8oz32M/s400/March+021+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451639279825472850" 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/6176616631686459574-4990161377420912680?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4990161377420912680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4990161377420912680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4990161377420912680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4990161377420912680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-send-announcements-eventually.html' title='I will send announcements eventually'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gdDaPBkiI/AAAAAAAAARI/11xuTLOsC-s/s72-c/March+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4755538884164677781</id><published>2010-03-22T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:49:50.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that make us HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gagec2bSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wq0iJMk9suU/s1600-h/Feb+131b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gagec2bSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wq0iJMk9suU/s400/Feb+131b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451636494164192546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Blake has a major outtie.  Sometimes I think it's smiling at me.  What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gVSS58hpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QAWHLe-Nskw/s1600-h/Feb+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gVSS58hpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QAWHLe-Nskw/s400/Feb+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451630752988694162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Blake's favorite things to do is take baths. Here he is enjoying one. He wouldn't look at camera for the life of me. He was relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6grONCmX0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/5oSxhFWNsG4/s1600-h/downsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6grONCmX0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/5oSxhFWNsG4/s400/downsize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451654871950712642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After every bath he gets a nice coating of aquaphor. His hair got a little in it and gave him cool hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4755538884164677781?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4755538884164677781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4755538884164677781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4755538884164677781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4755538884164677781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-make-us-happy.html' title='The things that make us HAPPY'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6gagec2bSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wq0iJMk9suU/s72-c/Feb+131b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1059219402548638392</id><published>2010-03-13T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:43:52.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f_06Vct7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9NNy8fDKGe8/s1600-h/Feb+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14th Damien and a whole bunch of family and friends blessed our little Blake.  We had lots of out of town visitors. My family came up, the Boultons were there, Heather and Jethro were in Utah for a wedding, and the Taylor girls came up too. Not to mention all the Utah family and friends. It was so fun to have have so many people supporting little Blake. He slept through the entire day. I was nervous he would get fussy at some point, but he did great, even with everyone passing him around.  After we left Aunt Cindy's all three of us took a much needed long nap. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6zWFEVzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DbmFFKhRcZo/s1600-h/Feb+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6zWFEVzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DbmFFKhRcZo/s400/Feb+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451601633962383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Blake with his most attentive uncle, Josh.  Josh loves to hold him til his arm starts to hurt. We thought he wouldn't be so interested in a little baby. But he adores him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6y8zmjiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/shd_lZxyaA0/s1600-h/Feb+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6y8zmjiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/shd_lZxyaA0/s400/Feb+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451601627178241570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is with uncle Jared, who will most likely teach him how to be naughty...jk...sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6yVvewGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aGgTf0z7sBY/s1600-h/Feb+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6yVvewGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aGgTf0z7sBY/s400/Feb+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451601616691970146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6x1L4csI/AAAAAAAAAP4/B4OXsTnNMyM/s1600-h/Feb+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6x1L4csI/AAAAAAAAAP4/B4OXsTnNMyM/s400/Feb+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451601607952724674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6xaau2HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6qXzrSA26-U/s1600-h/Feb+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6xaau2HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6qXzrSA26-U/s400/Feb+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451601600767252594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie let Blake borrow Clayton's blessing outfit.  I thought he looked super cute in it too.  He is so small though, his outfit was big, but his shoes were extremely too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f_06Vct7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9NNy8fDKGe8/s1600-h/Feb+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f_06Vct7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/9NNy8fDKGe8/s400/Feb+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451607158432774066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Aunt DD, who will teach him how to be even naughtier...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that shared this day with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1059219402548638392?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1059219402548638392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1059219402548638392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1059219402548638392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1059219402548638392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/03/blakes-blessing.html' title='Blake&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S6f6zWFEVzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DbmFFKhRcZo/s72-c/Feb+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-1840862597554926522</id><published>2010-02-11T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:12:36.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke Carolina Game</title><content type='html'>When there is a Duke and UNC game its like a holiday for the Cavanaughs.  There is always lots of good food and everyone dresses up. This year I thought Blake should have an outfit to match D and me. Last season D and I made "Carolina Sucks" shirts! But that is too long to write on a onesie. I ended up making a basic Duke top and a devil beanie. So here is Blake and me before the game.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S3Ri1iTDLlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9R7o3Fs0bsg/s1600-h/downsized_0210001313a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S3Ri1iTDLlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9R7o3Fs0bsg/s400/downsized_0210001313a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437079322022325842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Blake in his blue devil attire (we had a mustache and goatee/soul patch on him for the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S3Rjz2ZQ4AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nT0SUTLnqSw/s1600-h/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S3Rjz2ZQ4AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nT0SUTLnqSw/s400/devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437080392568987650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time AND Duke won...Powells can suck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-1840862597554926522?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1840862597554926522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=1840862597554926522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1840862597554926522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/1840862597554926522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/duke-carolina-game.html' title='Duke Carolina Game'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S3Ri1iTDLlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9R7o3Fs0bsg/s72-c/downsized_0210001313a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5798090785548777267</id><published>2010-02-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:57:24.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not surprised</title><content type='html'>Damien and I had been wanting a picture of Jesus since we got married. Never got around to it though. We really wanted to get one before Blake came. It took us forever to find a picture that we both liked. So for our family Christmas gift, we decided to get a picture of the Savior. We got The Gentle Healer by Greg Olsen. I'm so glad we did, because as you can see Blake loves it. He just stares at it, quite content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S24PJjCDPDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lDXn3a1NbA8/s1600-h/Feb+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298456979848242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S24PJjCDPDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lDXn3a1NbA8/s400/Feb+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5798090785548777267?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5798090785548777267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5798090785548777267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5798090785548777267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5798090785548777267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-surprised.html' title='I&apos;m not surprised'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S24PJjCDPDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lDXn3a1NbA8/s72-c/Feb+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-558718374953036260</id><published>2010-01-28T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:27:32.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who is 1 month old</title><content type='html'>Here is Blake the day we got home from the hospital (1 week old)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE8eSWNXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WGr6HDJqs54/s1600-h/0101002109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979906275095922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE8eSWNXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WGr6HDJqs54/s400/0101002109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in the same outfit at one month. He is starting to chub up! He is off oxygen and doesn't need to have the cannula. He has those cords still for the pulse-oxymitor. Those should be gone soon too.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE88dm5cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/m7VpRVGrYAM/s1600-h/4+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979914375390658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE88dm5cI/AAAAAAAAAO4/m7VpRVGrYAM/s400/4+wks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE-EwsiTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MrRDbSCz4Ls/s1600-h/downsize5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979933782804786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE-EwsiTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/MrRDbSCz4Ls/s400/downsize5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE9hzcRgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NkbaqZ76zQA/s1600-h/downsize4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979924399080962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE9hzcRgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NkbaqZ76zQA/s400/downsize4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE9EdNWzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/U8LXiABnqCU/s1600-h/downsize2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979916521200434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE9EdNWzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/U8LXiABnqCU/s400/downsize2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6176616631686459574-558718374953036260?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/558718374953036260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=558718374953036260' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/558718374953036260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/558718374953036260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-who-is-1-month-old.html' title='Look who is 1 month old'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S2JE8eSWNXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WGr6HDJqs54/s72-c/0101002109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7467919339536625946</id><published>2010-01-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:44:23.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 25, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:25 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 lbs. 15 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19" long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0OW0OOpG4I/AAAAAAAAANA/I67LaTQSqdE/s1600-h/DSCN0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423344200201083778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0OW0OOpG4I/AAAAAAAAANA/I67LaTQSqdE/s400/DSCN0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is in all his glory &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0OXFRD96kI/AAAAAAAAANI/pZKMDImirEE/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423344493019392578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0OXFRD96kI/AAAAAAAAANI/pZKMDImirEE/s400/DSCN0356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me in all my glory the night before: Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we spent the night at Damien's parents in Eagle Mountain. I woke up just before 3 am thinking I needed to go to the hospital. I started timing my contractions and wasn't consistant enough to go. I was awake from then on for the day. I had lovely contractions amid opening Christmas presents. It was interesting. After 11 my father-in-law insisted we leave for the hospital. We left but my contractions were not consistant. Anyways, Damien drove in the median from the ranches in Eagles Mtn all the way to the fwy on Lehi Main driving as fast as he could. He really wanted a police car to chase us to the hospital. It didn't happen though. We got there in 22 minutes! The nurses checked me and I was a 7. Not long after it was time to push. Damien had my nurse and midwife take bets on how long I would push. One said 45 minutes the other said 35 minutes. The nurse won, being over about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Blake was flaring his nostrils when he was born, which apparently is bad. So they took him down to the nursery shortly after he was born. Damien said he really liked getting his head scrubbed and his bath. On saturday night he got congested somehow, which interfered with his breathing and eating. He had an extremely high respiratory rate so they admitted him to the level II nursery. They put an IV in and all sorts of monitors and cords. With his congestion as bad as it was they worried he had RSV. So then we had to wear masks, gloves, and gowns til the test results came back. That was terrible. He just slept the days away though, he was wearing himself out breathing so fast. Then they had to put a feeding tube in which looks terrible. Once his respiratory rate came down I started feeding him again. And he did really good. So everything started to get better, his respiratory rate went down, his congestion wasn't too bad, he was eating himself. The problem was that his oxygen saturation would dip down once in awhile. So then he had to be put on oxygen. They took his IV out though and his feeding tube. We left the hospital after a week and are so glad to be gone. He is still on the oxygen as you can see his little cannula in his nose. The Dr.s say he should ween off of that within a month or so, maybe sooner. So here are some fun pics of our little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0URgi-HR2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NA_hE2n_oGs/s1600-h/DSCN0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423760577078445922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0URgi-HR2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NA_hE2n_oGs/s400/DSCN0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see his ginger hair in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0UQVJS5JsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/z3wK5p4GjGw/s1600-h/IMG_2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423759281696089794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0UQVJS5JsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/z3wK5p4GjGw/s400/IMG_2083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meeting Grandpa Robby and Grandma Debby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0UQVouhvbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hrnIcRo88Vg/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423759290133495218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0UQVouhvbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hrnIcRo88Vg/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0URgHuVrKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V1OLytNpm0o/s1600-h/IMG_2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423760569764523170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0URgHuVrKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V1OLytNpm0o/s400/IMG_2124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0URhShP-1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/V4iv8eMjn9k/s1600-h/DSCN0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423760589842283346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0URhShP-1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/V4iv8eMjn9k/s400/DSCN0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves baths!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for all the well wishes! Love you all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7467919339536625946?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7467919339536625946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7467919339536625946' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7467919339536625946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7467919339536625946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/blake-robert.html' title='Blake Robert'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0OW0OOpG4I/AAAAAAAAANA/I67LaTQSqdE/s72-c/DSCN0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-2132077101360954444</id><published>2010-01-04T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:39:38.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0KmCtiN5vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z68LsSxbmV0/s1600-h/downsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0KmCtiN5vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z68LsSxbmV0/s400/downsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423079466820560626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0Kl_P7ZEyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WVK38g5MfzY/s1600-h/1231091719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0Kl_P7ZEyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WVK38g5MfzY/s400/1231091719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423079407333479202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0Kl-9uW_1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/s9-EvGZnDoo/s1600-h/1231091554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0Kl-9uW_1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/s9-EvGZnDoo/s400/1231091554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423079402446978898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0Kl-qMDQUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jINQkInErr4/s1600-h/1231091553a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0Kl-qMDQUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jINQkInErr4/s400/1231091553a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423079397202805058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little guy showed up Christmas day at 3:25 pm. Here are a few photos of him.  I can't find my connector for my camera, so these are just a few from my phone.  More to follow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-2132077101360954444?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2132077101360954444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=2132077101360954444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2132077101360954444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/2132077101360954444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/S0KmCtiN5vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z68LsSxbmV0/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-9057313847311881643</id><published>2009-06-04T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:19:53.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pictures developed</title><content type='html'>So last March we bought a waterproof camera to take to Havasupai, the first trip.  We took a few pictures there, tubing the river, and more tubing the river. My mom pretends that I don't tube the river, but here is the proof.  The camera has been in our dresser forever. Randomly I remembered to take it to get developed.  I love finding old rolls of film and getting them developed.  Its like a fun surprise. So here is what we took&lt;br /&gt;Supai Falls&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_Rs2d3I/AAAAAAAAALI/KnqH-DVkk3U/s1600-h/5-29-2009-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_Rs2d3I/AAAAAAAAALI/KnqH-DVkk3U/s400/5-29-2009-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675976586262386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_O8k6pI/AAAAAAAAALA/qS3svbH6FLk/s1600-h/5-29-2009-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_O8k6pI/AAAAAAAAALA/qS3svbH6FLk/s400/5-29-2009-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675975846914706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this trip we have invested in a backpacking tent &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_uAVSVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jjs_340dT9E/s1600-h/5-29-2009-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_uAVSVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jjs_340dT9E/s400/5-29-2009-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675984184166738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is when we got to the top of the switch backs at the end of the 11 mile hike. Since this trip I've had knee and ankle problems.  I'm pretty sure I will look similar after child birth. Red, sweaty, puffy, and exhausted.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_-g5ZJI/AAAAAAAAALY/sf5T7x1FUyo/s1600-h/5-29-2009-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_-g5ZJI/AAAAAAAAALY/sf5T7x1FUyo/s400/5-29-2009-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675988615718034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubing the mighty Provo river. We jump in below the damn and tube down to Vivian park. We love to grill at the park afterwards.  Not too much longer and we get to start tubing for the season.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNAF4Jv8I/AAAAAAAAALg/aSgI2qxNPLY/s1600-h/5-29-2009-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNAF4Jv8I/AAAAAAAAALg/aSgI2qxNPLY/s400/5-29-2009-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343675990592307138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNs1AlZII/AAAAAAAAALw/rrPum1Mt2Es/s1600-h/5-29-2009-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNs1AlZII/AAAAAAAAALw/rrPum1Mt2Es/s400/5-29-2009-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676759158383746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gray rafts are a sweet find from a past trip. We found two. One for D and one for me. Oddly someone abandoned them on seperate parts of the river.  One was stuck under a tree in the water, fully inflated.  The other had a small hole we patched up.  Sweet find.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNsmsJKtI/AAAAAAAAALo/u8Rup3HdV_I/s1600-h/5-29-2009-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNsmsJKtI/AAAAAAAAALo/u8Rup3HdV_I/s400/5-29-2009-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676755314551506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Mike and Nat in the back are getting married next weekend.  Cory and Cassie on the left are now engaged.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNtM4cCSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ncbz5f2r5-o/s1600-h/5-29-2009-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNtM4cCSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ncbz5f2r5-o/s400/5-29-2009-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676765566667042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNtbQIcrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-f0NkexElaA/s1600-h/5-29-2009-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNtbQIcrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-f0NkexElaA/s400/5-29-2009-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676769424143026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNtvppYRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bs_dfFqnfPE/s1600-h/5-29-2009-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiNtvppYRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bs_dfFqnfPE/s400/5-29-2009-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676774899867922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiOgTiidOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aPWCIdxcV14/s1600-h/5-29-2009-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiOgTiidOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aPWCIdxcV14/s400/5-29-2009-25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343677643527189730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-9057313847311881643?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9057313847311881643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=9057313847311881643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/9057313847311881643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/9057313847311881643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-pictures-developed.html' title='Old pictures developed'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiiM_Rs2d3I/AAAAAAAAALI/KnqH-DVkk3U/s72-c/5-29-2009-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-8122607923212545567</id><published>2009-06-01T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:00:05.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR496l4aaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ksufs134kuk/s1600-h/delete.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/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR496l4aaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ksufs134kuk/s400/delete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342528063063746978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the best fish tacos on Saturday.  My favorite &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Fish-Tacos-26516"&gt;RecipeZaar&lt;/a&gt; has the best stuff.  We made a few alterations though.  We used durado instead of cod and made our homemade salsa to go on them.  The salsa is easy, its cut up tomatoes, garlic, cilantro, red onion, and real lime juice with salt &amp; pepper.  We grilled our fish with some charcoal. The grill makes everything taste better.  We liked it so much we are having it for dinner tonight! This time with salmon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-8122607923212545567?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8122607923212545567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=8122607923212545567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8122607923212545567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8122607923212545567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/fish-tacos.html' title='Fish Tacos'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR496l4aaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ksufs134kuk/s72-c/delete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-4157344016945869961</id><published>2009-06-01T18:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:51:06.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>D and I got off work for the weekend and head out to Lake Powell. We met my friend Kris and her friend Wendy Friday morning. We stayed at Wahweap, which I loved because of the showers.  Other than that it was a normal campground.  Unfortunately for us the weather was less than stellar. It rained a good portion of the trip :( We did some small hikes on Friday. This is a picture of Horseshoe bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRwp28pVLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sGwTX50lFRQ/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRwp28pVLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sGwTX50lFRQ/s400/delete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342518922395079858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my yucky picture due to the runoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRwqYDN_cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SDJM0gHeCK4/s1600-h/May+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRwqYDN_cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SDJM0gHeCK4/s400/May+158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342518931281018306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My picture also is a bad view because I wouldn't get too close to the edge. It was scary for me.  Damien was jumping around on the rocks like a crazy person by the edge.  I had to take an anxiety break on a distant rock where I couldn't see him. Everyone thought I was being silly.  Kris asked me what I would do if we had our little one running around up there.  My answer: a leash connected to me.  &lt;br /&gt;The first night D went fishing, he was gone for a few hours.  I thought he would have given up, but he came back with one little bitty fish.  He was sad it wasn't a bass but glad he caught something. Rob Farrer has rubbed off on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRyJQoHL8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/r1HcZSvPSb8/s1600-h/May+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRyJQoHL8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/r1HcZSvPSb8/s400/May+169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342520561375850434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all night! AND our tent leaked...a lot. It is one of Rob's old ones from scout camps.  My pillow and feet were soaked not to mention everything on the ground.  Oddly Damien didn't get wet. The next morning we had to make some tarp purchases to fortify our tent.  It worked well, but we will need to buy a new tent soon.  That morning we took a tour of the Antelope Canyon.  It was the best part of the trip.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR3YFNWiOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9piWYv0w2b4/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR3YFNWiOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9piWYv0w2b4/s400/delete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342526313566996706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only got to see about half because there was a flash flood warning. It was still worth going. We didn't have much else to do because of the rain so we took a tour of the damn to get to Page. We went on another little hike and then headed back to camp. That night we had foil dinners! Its one of our favorites for camping.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we packed up and headed to Zions.  We only went on one hike to the Emerald pools.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR3LZBo6MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JD0gosIMPfA/s1600-h/May+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiR3LZBo6MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JD0gosIMPfA/s400/May+237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342526095548278978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't a bad hike, but it was really hot.  Plus I was not having a good day.  I was nauseas and exhausted. So after that hike I was like lets get the freak out of here. It was a fun trip minus the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-4157344016945869961?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4157344016945869961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=4157344016945869961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4157344016945869961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/4157344016945869961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SiRwp28pVLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sGwTX50lFRQ/s72-c/delete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3083540216171535289</id><published>2009-05-20T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:43:36.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermural Softball</title><content type='html'>So Damien and his friends decided to play intermural softball this spring term. Interestingly none of them ever played baseball as children. Well, I lied, a few of them, including Damien and Dave, played T-ball! They recruited one guy that played in high school. They have had 4 games so far. These are what Damien wanted to accomplish at each game. The goal for game one was to catch grounders and flies that came straight to him/not look stupid. The goal for game two was to hit the ball. The goal for game three was to get on base. The goal for game four was to make it to home base. He made all of his goals. He really surprised me and himself at how quick he picked up on the game. Its been super fun and funny watching them play with there lack of skills. Game three they lost 27-3! I don't remember the other scores. But last night they won their first game! It was intense since we were down two of our players. They really have improved immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/ShSVI3d_PkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3CBcQaS4K04/s1600-h/2009+05+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/ShSVI3d_PkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3CBcQaS4K04/s400/2009+05+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338055437902102082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its fun playing, but it is more fun when we win" -D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3083540216171535289?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3083540216171535289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3083540216171535289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3083540216171535289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3083540216171535289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/intermural-softball.html' title='Intermural Softball'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/ShSVI3d_PkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3CBcQaS4K04/s72-c/2009+05+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-8515196492747173631</id><published>2009-05-11T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:48:55.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my Ego is Prego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com/blog/files/2009/01/pregosauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.thewb.com/blog/files/2009/01/pregosauce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the news is out! I am definately pregnant. We told our moms for mother's day, knowing it would be the best gift they got. Plus thats what Valerie asked for last mother's day and I know my mom has been praying for it. Check out the &lt;a href="http://fausettfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fausett website &lt;/a&gt; to see my moms reaction.  We wanted them to meet us in St. George a few days before so we could tell them in person, but they didn't go for it.  My mother-in-law, Valerie, got really mad at first because she thought it was a joke.  When she realized we were being serious she started screaming.  It was pretty fun. Debby is demanding I move back to Ca immediately and Valerie has made it clear we aren't ever allowed to move out of state.  Haha after BYU we probably won't be in either place. We're super excited for December 19th to roll around. I thought Damien would wig out at some point realizing we're actually having a baby.  But he is just as excited as me.  He's more excited for a toddler than a newborn though. Anyways, now you know whats up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-8515196492747173631?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8515196492747173631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=8515196492747173631' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8515196492747173631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8515196492747173631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-ego-is-prego.html' title='my Ego is Prego'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-498722724746386110</id><published>2009-04-22T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:21:47.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Cavanaugh is home</title><content type='html'>So Damien's brother David came home from the Madrid Spain mission last night.  He left before Damien and I started dating, so this was our first meeting.  Everyone was super excited of course.  Here is what went down starting with the drive to the airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_eh1067mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uai2U564IYY/s1600-h/2009+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_eh1067mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uai2U564IYY/s400/2009+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721557168680546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_ehhCoMOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9kSxQaEF5II/s1600-h/2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_ehhCoMOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9kSxQaEF5II/s400/2009+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721551589028066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_ehbaV6rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yga-9D5vEx8/s1600-h/2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_ehbaV6rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yga-9D5vEx8/s400/2009+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721550077881010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_ehOpJY5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tmshOKwahTs/s1600-h/2009+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_ehOpJY5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tmshOKwahTs/s400/2009+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721546650313618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_eg38n-jI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UdC5rwCzNGE/s1600-h/2009+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_eg38n-jI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UdC5rwCzNGE/s400/2009+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721540557994546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dRrMhQbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/I6vCbm_VeEc/s1600-h/2009+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dRrMhQbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/I6vCbm_VeEc/s400/2009+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720179925336498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dRTd8heI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MMNebkq3NUU/s1600-h/2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dRTd8heI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MMNebkq3NUU/s400/2009+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720173555975650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dRKoxphI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h1pxvRCPLPs/s1600-h/2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dRKoxphI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h1pxvRCPLPs/s400/2009+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720171185481234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dQ4pGt5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/U6hgIR48Mhc/s1600-h/2009+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dQ4pGt5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/U6hgIR48Mhc/s400/2009+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720166355023762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dQ5HR04I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lkHiQ5nZW4M/s1600-h/2009+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_dQ5HR04I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lkHiQ5nZW4M/s400/2009+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720166481580930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-498722724746386110?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/498722724746386110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=498722724746386110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/498722724746386110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/498722724746386110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/elder-cavanaugh-is-home.html' title='Elder Cavanaugh is home'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_eh1067mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/uai2U564IYY/s72-c/2009+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-5568663729844286316</id><published>2009-04-22T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:24:39.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Damien and I were going stir crazy with all the cold and snow.  We got some time off from work and headed to sunny california for Damien's spring break.  Oddly when we were gone from Utah, it was warm and sunny.  We had a blast! We checked out the Getty which is where all these pictures are from.  We went to the cannery with my mom, sister, and Heather, along with some ladies from their ward. We had fun picking little rocks out of the beans.  &lt;em&gt;Note: Heather and Tristen are not good at this.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_aNOdB5DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/A-KgXLR_Hzo/s1600-h/2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_aNOdB5DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/A-KgXLR_Hzo/s400/2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327716804955595826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_bpAS_tSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GJ7A65dTlQM/s1600-h/2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_bpAS_tSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GJ7A65dTlQM/s400/2009+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327718381703378210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_bpDg6dmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4kNdUzbA41U/s1600-h/2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_bpDg6dmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4kNdUzbA41U/s400/2009+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327718382567061090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to cook for my family at least one meal while there.  So for this meal I made Chicken Marsala.  It was delish but just about everyone liked Chicken Bryan better from last time I was home.&lt;br /&gt;We then got to go to San Diego with my parents.  We wanted to make a trip to the temple while we were in Ca.  My parents were already going to a sealing that week, so we just carpooled with them.  The temple was beautiful! Neither one of us had been inside this temple.  We agree that it is the most beautiful temple on the outside...but we both still love the inside of the LA temple! After my parents were done with the sealing we got to crash the new couple's luncheon at Buca di Beppos!  I love the food there, I hadn't been in years, and my parents and D hadn't ever been.  We all gorged ourselves. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_fUFtjzmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4nMk7GZgiEM/s1600-h/downsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_fUFtjzmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4nMk7GZgiEM/s400/downsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327722420426231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien, Tris, and I head over to the Cypress swap meet on Sat.  We found a few cheap treasures but the best treasure was the tacos and cokes with lime.  It was like we were in Mexico eating yummy tacos.  Plus they were cheap. &lt;em&gt;Note: when eating anything in question, follow the meal with a coke, it will kill everything in your stomach, so you won't get sick later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we had to come back to work and school.  No sooner did we cross into Utah it started snowing.  Thats our luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-5568663729844286316?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5568663729844286316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=5568663729844286316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5568663729844286316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/5568663729844286316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_aNOdB5DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/A-KgXLR_Hzo/s72-c/2009+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-7737625198983485628</id><published>2009-04-22T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:50:31.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>So this is pretty random.  For some reason I wanted everyone to see the Farrer fam's new favorite meal.  Arejay is posing nicely with it.  Its called Chicken Bryan. Its just like the one from Carraba's. Its grilled chicken and chevre with a lemon butter sauce. I recommend making it. I got my recipe from recipezaar.com, which by the way is super awesome.  I use it all the time.  Anydangways I made it for my family around last summer, and they are hooked. Yet no one else has attempted to remake it. The chicken is really yummy with mashed potatoes and grilled veggies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_XTQ9NBlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hSwPKtkYjhI/s1600-h/2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_XTQ9NBlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hSwPKtkYjhI/s400/2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327713610171745874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-7737625198983485628?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7737625198983485628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=7737625198983485628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7737625198983485628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/7737625198983485628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_XTQ9NBlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hSwPKtkYjhI/s72-c/2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-8492256510976940357</id><published>2009-04-22T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:42:29.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>I know its super late to be putting up CHRISTMAS! Ha I am what I am...procrastinator.  So this year was the first year we got a tree.  The year before we got married and that was the real holiday of the season for us.  So this is a picture in front of our lovely tree.  The day we put it up (it was real) Damien had to go to work right after.  So I started getting out decorations for later.  Umm...there was this HUGE/GROSS spider that crawled out of it and was scurrying about on my wall.  So I walk towards it with a sandal, of course after calling Damien and telling him to come home and kill it, he told me to call my Debby!  Anyways when I walked towards it it turned around and stood up on its hind legs and waved its front legs at me!!! Freak spider. So after my panic attack I threw my sandal with hatred at it and killed it! I asked Damien to wipe up the mess...I was still scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UeP9-xMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fao7Q5NV6z8/s1600-h/2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UeP9-xMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fao7Q5NV6z8/s400/2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710500350248130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Everyone needs to remind Damien he looks best with shorter hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was super fun.  We stayed in Utah and hung out with the Cavanaughs.  Damien got a shot gun from his parents. So we went shooting behind their track of homes, also known as the mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UefzNMNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_t0i0qvdUvk/s1600-h/2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UefzNMNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_t0i0qvdUvk/s400/2009+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710504600023250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys with guns think they are thugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UeiGCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZTvtlkoSTrs/s1600-h/2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UeiGCb5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZTvtlkoSTrs/s400/2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710505215881106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-8492256510976940357?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8492256510976940357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=8492256510976940357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8492256510976940357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/8492256510976940357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/christmas-photos.html' title='Christmas Photos'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/Se_UeP9-xMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fao7Q5NV6z8/s72-c/2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-6254273659027510907</id><published>2009-03-12T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:08:27.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Utah</title><content type='html'>So at work this older grandma comes in to return an item.  She says she wants to return this fleece blanket.  I asked if anything was wrong with it.  She gets kinda upset about this blanket she bought.  She points to the wrapping, 'I didn't know I was buying this, (pointing to tinkerbell, I don't know what she thought she was buying, there was a picture on the outside.) She then says very seriously 'TINKERBELL IS TOO RACY FOR A BABY!' I wanted to laugh so bad.  Then she continues 'It is too small for a baby blanket anyways.' So I look at the wrapping that states clearly it was a pillow.  HELLO! Do people just throw random things in their shopping carts without looking at what they are getting.  Ridiculous.  Plus she taped the wrapping she ripped off, to the fleece pillow, with medical tape.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SblrqS17iLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l5874bc8YWA/s1600-h/72380_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SblrqS17iLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l5874bc8YWA/s400/72380_p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312395609816926386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only find the coordinating blanket picture, just pretend it is the pillow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-6254273659027510907?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6254273659027510907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=6254273659027510907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6254273659027510907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/6254273659027510907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-in-utah.html' title='Only in Utah'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SblrqS17iLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l5874bc8YWA/s72-c/72380_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176616631686459574.post-3592200635798043093</id><published>2009-03-10T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:50:51.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating my Posts</title><content type='html'>I have been awful about keeping up with the blogging world. I take time to checkout all of your blogs but forget about my own.  So its been three months since I blogged last. I will try harder to do better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her is whats newish with us: Damien got into BYU for their therapeutic recreation program.  He is super stoked, I knew he would get in with his grades, but he was skeptical.  He will start the end of April. We are both working (though I still don't consider mine a REAL job.) Nothing cool to say about that.  We are training for a sprint triathlon, which is tough.  One of the treatment centers Damien works for trains their boys for triathlons.  So for some reason I thought it would be fun for us to participate in the triathlon they are putting on next month. My goal is not to get a good time, but to just finish, whatever the time.  And we are visiting my parentals next week!!!  We are so sick and tired of this freaking cold weather/snow.  So far we have plans to go down to the San Diego temple, watch March Madness, and enjoy better weather.  Oh yeah, and hang out with the fam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this week I will put up some pictures of our shinanigans from the last three months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176616631686459574-3592200635798043093?l=dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3592200635798043093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6176616631686459574&amp;postID=3592200635798043093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3592200635798043093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176616631686459574/posts/default/3592200635798043093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dzcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastinating-my-posts.html' title='Procrastinating my Posts'/><author><name>Cavanaughs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5e7X5xkUfN4/SPpQPiYC38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dXkAxFvB9jg/S220/Picture+259+sepia+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
