<?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-5128841841613373141</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:36:03.874-08:00</updated><category term='Life right now'/><category term='Winter Wonderland'/><title type='text'>Such stuff as dreams are made on</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-2444685320688811987</id><published>2011-04-29T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:37:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair bows and Happy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryzpxEDBke8/TbsTGCaJK6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lqWcJCUnYho/s1600/puffbows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601091556012010402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryzpxEDBke8/TbsTGCaJK6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lqWcJCUnYho/s200/puffbows.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGgX5-kmHqY/TbsP1QEltRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HgEVmxQBGVU/s1600/hairbows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601087969087042834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGgX5-kmHqY/TbsP1QEltRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HgEVmxQBGVU/s320/hairbows.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went a little crazy and made a bunch of extra hair bows this week. I'll be at Happy's flea market selling them for 2.00 a piece. If you can't make it, let me know and I can ship them to you. It was really a lot of fun making them and I'm considering opening up an Etsy shop to sell more. The creative wheels in my head are turning so check back frequently in the next few weeks to see what I pump out. With so many babies being born this year this is my way of venting baby cravings. I hope you like them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at Happy's 6:30-12:30 Saturday April 30th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-2444685320688811987?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2444685320688811987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/hair-bows-and-happys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/2444685320688811987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/2444685320688811987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/hair-bows-and-happys.html' title='Hair bows and Happy&apos;s'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryzpxEDBke8/TbsTGCaJK6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lqWcJCUnYho/s72-c/puffbows.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-2336864900161393901</id><published>2011-02-21T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:54:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus!</title><content type='html'>For the third year in a row we went to the Shriner's circus here in Roanoke. The first year was just 24 hours before Porter was born and I was contracting uncomfortably the whole time and could barely make it up the steep stairs because I couldn't see where I was going (big belly in the way). Although they change the show up a bit every year, we await each time in eager anticipation for some of the same characters to crack us up. For example, every year there is tons of dancing in between acts by girls with no rhythm. I'm pretty sure our highschool flag team could do a much better job than these people. And our favorite act is where the little dog is dressed up like an elephant wind up toy. Unfortunately this year, we are sad to report that they replaced the manly tiger trainer dancing to 80's music. His all leather outfit and long bleach blond hair were sorely missed.  This year Porter was pretty tired and actually fell asleep half way through the show. This is quite a feat considering the music was cranked up to deafening levels.  Both kids were sad that they couldn't have glow toys. Despite all the crying Bryan and I managed to enjoy ourselves. A super extra, two out of the three years we didn't have to buy tickets because Bryan won them on the radio!&lt;div&gt;.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQZXc_jEc9c/TWLoTGFQA_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xmHJj0FoA3g/s320/102_4977.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576274703385887730" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7llTD3OaKs/TWLsx97xSCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0gYXmKipfWs/s320/102_4979.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576279631821096994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-2336864900161393901?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2336864900161393901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/circus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/2336864900161393901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/2336864900161393901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/circus.html' title='Circus!'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQZXc_jEc9c/TWLoTGFQA_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xmHJj0FoA3g/s72-c/102_4977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-7585509088097780810</id><published>2011-02-11T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:08:50.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrifty finds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know anything about me it should be this. I love a good deal. In fact, most things in my house are second hand or free. Umm, no that does not mean that there are holes in our furniture or we are wearing outdated clothes with huge shoulder pads and stone wash denim(although maybe that's in fashion now? I did see a kid in stone wash purple jeans last year...) So here are some thrifty finds I found at Goodwill yesterday.This is a J. Crew cardigan 100%lamb wool in perfect condition. And a soft linen/silk scarf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TVVQSUdX4hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B7UbRqZEHDA/s1600/102_5005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572448389600633362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TVVQSUdX4hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B7UbRqZEHDA/s320/102_5005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMYLCd8sDJg/TVVQrrdOB7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CHaZQUjceLE/s1600/102_5006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572448825270732722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMYLCd8sDJg/TVVQrrdOB7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CHaZQUjceLE/s320/102_5006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a stretch courdroy jacket from Old Navy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grand total $6.50. Do you know how much J. Crew is in real life? yikes! not for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5128841841613373141-7585509088097780810?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7585509088097780810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/thrifty-finds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/7585509088097780810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/7585509088097780810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/thrifty-finds.html' title='Thrifty finds'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TVVQSUdX4hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B7UbRqZEHDA/s72-c/102_5005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-2853829922970134415</id><published>2011-01-19T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:48:16.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Another Amazing giveaway for the silhouette! How many times does a girl have to enter to win? &lt;div&gt;Head over to s&lt;a href="http://www.theshabbychiccottage.net/"&gt;habby chic cottage&lt;/a&gt; to check it out! Or if you'd like (because I do!) try &lt;a href="http://houseofsmiths.blogspot.com/"&gt;House of Smith'&lt;/a&gt;s for another chance to win! bit.ly/f7pz6v. Our try this one out for size at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/iheartnaptime.blogspot.com"&gt;iheartnaptime&lt;/a&gt;- a wonderful creative blog, that is also giving me a chance to win a Silhouette SD! and if anyone is a craftaholic, it's me! hope this fellow &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/6joxqun"&gt;Craftaholic&lt;/a&gt; gives me a Silhouette!! and the fabulous creator of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.allthingsthrifty.com"&gt;All Things Thrifty&lt;/a&gt; (thriftaholic here!) is giving one away too! &lt;a href="http://craftskeepmesane.blogspot.com/2011/01/silhouette-promotion-review-and.html?showComment=1295646907134#c8972541584453280511"&gt;Craftskeepmesane&lt;/a&gt;, I know how you feel. I love the shirt she created for her boy 'my parents are exhausted' that is going on my list of things to make. Especially after this week and the fact Porter climbs out his crib-constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-2853829922970134415?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2853829922970134415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/silhouette-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/2853829922970134415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/2853829922970134415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/silhouette-giveaway.html' title='Silhouette giveaway!'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-5326018928485589900</id><published>2010-12-03T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:24:18.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPk1rJUkZuI/AAAAAAAAADw/sj99DghkV8o/s1600/102_4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546523431436314338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPk1rJUkZuI/AAAAAAAAADw/sj99DghkV8o/s320/102_4924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPk1q0bWRwI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uqso7WLqdiA/s1600/102_4923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546523425827604226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPk1q0bWRwI/AAAAAAAAADo/Uqso7WLqdiA/s320/102_4923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first egg! OH happy, long awaited day! Bryan found it yesterday-none today, but it's winter so we're lucky to get even one. The chickens are lucky they started to lay, because they were beginning to look tasty and weren't earning their keep.&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/5128841841613373141-5326018928485589900?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5326018928485589900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/chickens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/5326018928485589900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/5326018928485589900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/chickens.html' title='Chickens'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPk1rJUkZuI/AAAAAAAAADw/sj99DghkV8o/s72-c/102_4924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-7647921804581022021</id><published>2010-12-03T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:08:26.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkxllRkg5I/AAAAAAAAADY/qvGlYD7Bxm4/s1600/102_4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546518937814205330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkxllRkg5I/AAAAAAAAADY/qvGlYD7Bxm4/s200/102_4913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkwhyRRUaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o4DjhsjouMI/s1600/102_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546517773071503778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkwhyRRUaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/o4DjhsjouMI/s200/102_4912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving morning was spent doing one of our favorite family traditions. The drumstick dash 5K in downtown Roanoke. We decided last minute to go ahead and spend the money. It benefits the Rescue Mission. 'Move your feet so others can eat!' is the motto, and with over 11,000 participants(up from 7500 last year!) I think they raised a fair amount. We pushed the kids in our much loved Bob Duallie and finished it in 40 minutes. Not fast, but not bad considering we let the kids out to finish the last quarter mile and Porter was distracted by the leaves and parked cars. I didn't see this, but I guess when Bryan and Leilani were almost to the end, she said 'daddy carry me!' But when he pointed out they were almost to the finish line she said 'oh, ok!' and took off full speed to the end. She loved the idea of finishing/running the race. The afternoon/meal we spent in Fincastle with our friends Stacy and Steve. I made pumpkin pie, apple pie, and pumpkin cheesecake(which I feel was the highlight, yum yum). We also had a second thanksgiving on Friday with the missionary's and the Johnson family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkxlwZA5iI/AAAAAAAAADg/TTXAkzX3jEs/s1600/102_4915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546518940798215714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkxlwZA5iI/AAAAAAAAADg/TTXAkzX3jEs/s200/102_4915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5128841841613373141-7647921804581022021?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7647921804581022021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/turkey-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/7647921804581022021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/7647921804581022021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/TPkxllRkg5I/AAAAAAAAADY/qvGlYD7Bxm4/s72-c/102_4913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-9140125858467858810</id><published>2010-11-28T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:10:13.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrament meeting Fun</title><content type='html'>With two children, Sunday is not usually the most relaxing or peaceful of days. Today's church meeting was exceptionally 'fun' filled and deserves it's own post. The day started off well enough with fresh pumpkin cinnamon rolls for lunch and us being on time to church. However, just as the Sacrament hymn starts, I hear a pop sound and feel cold liquid. The lid to Porter's water bottle popped off and spilt all over the pew. I jump out of my seat with Porter in arms just in time to avoid being completely soaked. Bryan looks over and asks me why I'm acting like a weirdo. Then he notices the water. We both take off at the same time to get paper towels, but I see him leaving so I return to the soaked bench. Now, when I say the water spilled what really happened was a flood. Before the water soaked into the material, it managed to course it's way down to both ends of the bench. Luckily no one else was sitting there. It did however leak down the crack in back into the lady's purse behind us.  Bryan spent most of the hymn trying to soak up the water using half a roll of paper towels he unsuspiciously snuck into the hall hidden in his suit coat. The rest of the meeting we sat on opposite ends of the long pew, because there was nothing dry inbetween.  Then came the snacks.  Porter was acting crazy so I offered him some grahm crackers. I did not know, however, that he already had carrots in his mouth. Of course the crackers looked better, so he did the best thing possible. Spit out an entire mouth full of fully chewed carrots.  When he commenced eating the grahm crackers, he could not of course, eat them one bite at a time. He munched right through the middle of the cracker making tons of crumbs.  During the rest hymn we stood up to sing. Then we looked around and Porter was gone. So Bryan spent the rest hymn  chasing him around the other pews. These are just a few of the highlights, mixed in with other usual Sunday, climbing, poking and crying. Luckily for us we maintained a cheery attitude and were able to keep our laughter to an inaudible level(I think). Despite all of that the talks were very good and very uplifiting.  Thank heaven for little boys and all the joys they bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-9140125858467858810?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9140125858467858810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/sacrament-meeting-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/9140125858467858810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/9140125858467858810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/sacrament-meeting-fun.html' title='Sacrament meeting Fun'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-6023535643418000695</id><published>2009-12-23T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:34:48.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest surprise EVER!</title><content type='html'>It began on Monday night, two days ago...Bryan came home from work and began acting ridiculously giddy about my Christmas present. Then he gets a phone call and heads for the door. When I ask where he's going, he tells me that he is going to help out some old people that Brent has been texting about all day. Apparently these old people are stuck in the snow and need help getting out to get their medication. A few minutes later there is a loud knock at the door. I grab little boy and take him to the door with me. I open it cautiously, because I'm not expecting anyone, it's dark, and I'm home alone. Well guess who cam knocking at my door? My parents! All the way from New Mexico! I had nooo clue that they were coming. Apparently they had been traveling across country all week and I was the only one that didn't know. The clues of this adventure began to add up. Like the fact that my parents answering machine was turned-which only happens when they're away. When I asked about it last week my mom said she tripped over the cord and broke the answering machine :) So the old people bryan  went to help were my parents. This was the biggest best surprise yet. I just feel so special that someone came across country to see me. Additionally now I can just drive home with them so I'll make it in time for Mandy Burnam's wedding! The only thing that would make this more perfect is if there were a Trader Joes along the way and I could buy a case of Peppermint Joe Joes. Additionally, Little boy drank half a bottle of peppermint extract today. Posion control told me to watch for general signs of drunkness. Like I've spent a ton a time around drunk people to judge this by. Basically babbling, falling while walking and drowsiness-all of these in a 10 month old hmm....I can't wait to post pictures of all the goodies we're making, especially the peppermint marshmallows! which is how Baby Boy got the extract..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-6023535643418000695?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6023535643418000695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/biggest-surprise-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/6023535643418000695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/6023535643418000695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/biggest-surprise-ever.html' title='Biggest surprise EVER!'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-3877218859954022199</id><published>2009-12-19T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:55:36.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Wonderland'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Roanoke has morphed into winter wonderland over the last day! Within the last twenty four hours our little Virginia town has gotten 20 inches of snow! It is officially the biggest snow fall that Roanoke has seen in over a decade. My mom said she was channel surfing and saw the weather Channel reporting from our airport, so you know we hit the big time. :) The snow is a pristine white that covers the cars until unidentifiable. The boughs of the evergreen trees are weighed down to the point that they can't support the snow. We ventured out to play in the snow where Little Princess was unable to walk because it was so deep. The snow was so clean and beautiful, so we all had a try. Little Princess told me that it tasted like 'food'. That reminded me of a cook book I had when I was a young girl. It was the Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie cookbook. In it there was the recipe for snow candy. So I made everyone come inside so we could look up the recipe. Unfortunately, we don't have molassas in the house, and we weren't crazy enough to drive to the store. So I got another idea. I googled snow ice cream recipe and found a delicious recipe. To 5 cups of clean snow you add 1 cup of milk 1/2 cup of sugar and 1/2 tsp vanilla. It took less than 5 minutes and it produced ice cream that was top quality! you can hardly buy it that delicious! Although, I must admit the cold weather made it slightly less desirable.&lt;br /&gt;In other family news Baby boy took his first steps on Thursday (12-18) night. He was standing up using his pack n play, while Bryan sat on the couch. Baby Boy turned around and walked to his dad! it was completely unexpected, but he willing repeated the feat a few more times for our entertainment. Additionally, Little Princess is keeping up with her cuteness and she told me the other day 'mom, I think Porter looks like Captain Moroni.' I'm so happy she is such a bright little girl that is learning the scriptures. Another thing she said this week, after taking a shower was 'oh man, I'm so wet, my mom is going to KILL me!' where'd she pick up that saying? oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately due to the snow we missed out on Dickens of a Christmas this year. But we are happy to be together and warm in this little apartment. And being locked in has given me a chance to catch up on Christmas cooking. Chocolate chip cookie dough is ready in the fridge, the bread dough is rising and the roast in the crockpot. Next up will be the meringues for chocolate covered meringues. I love cooking! and eating.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-3877218859954022199?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3877218859954022199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/roanoke-has-morphed-into-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/3877218859954022199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/3877218859954022199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/roanoke-has-morphed-into-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-4590899564932512274</id><published>2009-12-15T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:03:13.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that time of year and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Well it's the holidays again and here at the Keele house we love the holidays! we were lucky enough to get to spend Thanksgiving with Bryan's sister Melissa and her family. We were really grateful that they made the trip down from Indiana to see us and make us some delicious pumpkin pies. Thanksgiving day started out with the Drumstick Dash down town. Bryan ran the 5k and the rest of us walked, pushing the kids in strollers. It was a fun time that raised money for the rescue mission. Bryan finished around 22 minutes, a good improvement from his last run, so congrats again honey! December 5th we made our annual trek up Bent Mountain to get our Christmas tree. Once again this expedition landed on the first snow fall of the season. There was already a few inches of accumulation by the time we got there so we made it a quick trip, but I think the tree we got was still marvelous(Bryan picked the winner). Little Princess insisted that the tree be small enough for her to carry. So we compromised and got a regular size pine and also a Charlie Brown style tree just small enough for Little Princess to carry. I have some adorable pictures of her and her dad dragging their trees through the snow that I'll post soon. Some funny Little princess moments lately are: She's discovered advertisments. The Black Friday ads came out and she fell in love with this princess vanity/piano combo. Quite frankly it looks annoying. But she carried the ad around for two days straight. She slept with it. First thing in the morning she was carrying out of her bed. It has since been destroyed, but she seemed to want it so bad, we went out at 5AM Black friday morning to get this fabulous present for her. I really, really, hope it's not as annoying as it looks in the picture.. Just a few nights ago I see her sopping up a mess. 'I had an accident' she tells me. This is highly bizarre considering she hasn't had an accident in months, but I let it slide. A little while later, I glance over the couch and see her pull of her shorts and head to the corner of the room. "what are you DOING?" I asked..she runs off the the bathroom and proceeds to use the toilet. She comes back out and tells me 'I'm just going potty like Vegas'(our dog). ughh really? peeing on the floor? I'm guessing that 'accident' was not and accident.Luckily those incidents have not repeated themselves. Little boy is growing big. He weighs a little over 20 lbs and is 31 inches long. That puts him in the 95th percentile for height. The Dr. said it's still too early to sign him up for the NBA but we'll see. A comparision between my boy and girl, He is 20 lbs at 10 months, Little princess was 18 lbs at 18 months. Genetics is a crazy thing. I'm going to use this blog as a family journal of sorts, so I should be posting more often and in small lengths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-4590899564932512274?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4590899564932512274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-time-of-year-and-other-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/4590899564932512274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/4590899564932512274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-time-of-year-and-other-stuff.html' title='that time of year and other stuff'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-6758648562355850235</id><published>2009-08-18T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:12:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I don't really feel that there is anything very exciting to write about-I'm just writing for the sake of updating the blog so I don't look so lame-o. Since I've last updated the blog many things have happened here's a list:&lt;br /&gt;Bryan lost his job (the week the baby was born-talk about rotten timing)&lt;br /&gt;I got a YMCA membership&lt;br /&gt;We move out of our loved apartment into a friends house&lt;br /&gt;I went to Las Cruces at the end of May&lt;br /&gt;Bryan got a new job&lt;br /&gt;Got a new calling as cubscout leader&lt;br /&gt;Becky got married!&lt;br /&gt;Little princess turned 3 years old in July&lt;br /&gt;I spend a total of 2 months in New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of August I'm home and we got a new apartment&lt;br /&gt;OH wow, I need to blog more often. However, to leave out all the drab details this is the story. It turns out Bryan losing his job was one of the best things that has happened to this family. I am more than glad to say good riddance to that life sucking job of Public Accounting. Now I have a happy husband that I actually get to spend time with. He loves his job working for a small business consulting/accounting firm where he gets to sell and manage new accounts. He is happy to use his expertise to help others and also to sell/communicate with lots of people (his speciality). I spent a long time in New Mexico this summer in order to help out for Becky's wedding and to see the family. Although I missed Bryan, I can honestly say that two months was not enough. I love my friends and family and it made me realize more than ever that I am happiest when I am in the desert. I knew that I was almost home when on my last flight I heard some one say 'Aye chihuahua!'. You just don't hear that in the south :). I am feeling particularly nostalgic, so I think I'll dedicate an entire post to just NM later on. So my little girl turned 3 years old this summer. I can't believe it. I feel so old, or maybe I was just really young then..She has grown tremendously. She has a very sweet personality mixed with alot of attitude and determination. She has an inate sense of compassion that is amazing. I'm grateful for the divine gift that she is in our lives. Porter can now roll and scoot and nearly crawl. He is the happiest baby you will ever meet, and also one of the largest. He just keeps growing and growing. When little princess potty trained this summer at 3 years of age she wore a size 3 diaper, at 6 months of age Porter wears size 4. He will probably catch up with her in weight within the next month and has already out grown his infant carseat. Life is so full of unexpected things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-6758648562355850235?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6758648562355850235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-dont-really-feel-that-there-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/6758648562355850235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/6758648562355850235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-dont-really-feel-that-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-1202476105831619404</id><published>2009-02-14T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:08:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby boys birth story</title><content type='html'>So I loved, loved, loved the birth of my baby boy and decided to post it incase anyone else was interested and also to record it for myself. Some background info: after Little girls birth I decided I was a more positive birth experience. I just felt like for being such a miraculous event I was left feeling not so excited/slightly traumatized (hard to explain) so for Little boy I decided it might be different if I went all natural. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt; Super Bowl Sunday afternoon my intense Braxton hicks changed to more of a lower crampy feeling that would come and go every 10 minutes-but only sporadically.  I started to have some bloody show and realized this could be it.  I stayed home from the Super bowl party and let my husband go. I wasn't too worried because they weren't frequent and they didn't seem to come around from the sides or back like I thought they would. The contractions were just a menstural like cramp in the lower ab. So hubby gets home around 10, we watch The Office and head to bed. The contractions are only around 7 minutes apart and not intense at all so I decide to not even think about it and go to sleep (but I was pretty sure Monday would be the day).  I remember waking to a slight pop feeling and then a little warm wetness. I say to DH, 'I think my water just broke, or else I just peed in my pants.' so I get out of bed and sure enough there is a big gush of water. DH jumps out of bed and starts throwing things into his bag. I wasn't having any contractions at this point and am shaking just a little. I didn't want to go the hospital yet because I am in a great, excited mood (no serious sign posts emotionally) and am not having contractions. DH insists that the only thing he remembers from the general Childbirth class we took 3 years ago for our first is if the water breaks you have to go to the hospital. So off the hospital we go around 1:20 am. We get to the ER and I'm embarassed because I'm walking, talking and laughing and sure that everyone is going to laugh at me because I'm already at the hospital and only at the beginning of labor. I decline the wheelchair ride to avoid feeling more silly (plus I don't need it). We get to the preliminary check in room and Contractions were every 3 minutes yet mild. They couldn't confirm my water had broken but I was dialated to 6 cms! I was so relieved. As we walked up to LandD everyone was commenting on how calm I looked for how far along I was-and how cute I looked because I chose to stay in my own pj's ;). A few more contractions and I had to concentrate.  I don't know how long it was but I definately hit self doubt sign post. I made DH get the nurses to check my progress because I had changed my mind.  I told them I needed drugs, anything I could get. I was 8 CM and told my cervix was 'paper thin'. The head nurse told me I could do whatever I wanted but was very encouraging in letting me know I was probably very near the end. They asked me what I wanted to do, I requested a shot in the head, they laughed and then I told them to give me 10 minutes. I was sure I could do 10 more minutes.  Welll after two contractions I was sure it was time to push, so DH grabbed the nurses, who grabbed the dr. and my son was born at 4:28 on Monday the 2nd. I can't believe I made it. When they put him on my chest all wet and squirmy, he looked so tiny. Then they weighed him in at a little over 8 lbs!! I never thought I would grow something that big(2 lbs bigger than his sister). Immediately after the birth and the following day I was seriously doubting my sanity. But after that I was just so excited and happy and refreshed! I can honestly say that I will remember this as one of the best experiences of my life. Going natural gave me the amazing experience that I thought childbirth should be-I'm so glad I tried. I even told hubby the other day that I was sad the whole ordeal was over and I wanted to do it again. Now he is doubting my sanity. Little prince is so mellow (and kinda yellow) and absolutely perfect. He loves his momma and I love him. ( I still miss little dresses and ruffles though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-1202476105831619404?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1202476105831619404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-boys-birth-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/1202476105831619404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/1202476105831619404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-boys-birth-story.html' title='Baby boys birth story'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-995341786732992974</id><published>2009-01-16T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:56:39.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the two of us</title><content type='html'>So tonight was little girls and my last night alone together-at least for a while. Confusing? here's how my pregnant brain works (besides not very well). We have gotten to spend a lot of time alone together, with the hubby being gone at work, or traveling a lot. So as I was folding laundry I realized that tomorrow my mom is coming into town and that she'll be here until the baby boy is born. Thus making tonight the last night little girl and I will be just the two of us (first mom, and then when she's gone baby brother). Be it the pregnancy hormones or the insanity of being secluded (with hubby gone and no car) for two weeks, I find this to be very sad.  Despite the constant clash of attitudes, I love every minute I spend with my baby girl. I love to do her hair, and dress up in princess clothes and dance around. I love that we can cook together and make messes in the flour. I love that she will eat the craziest combinations of food(just like me). I love all the goofy inside jokes we have. I love (and am watchful) how much she emulates me. Although I am excited for this baby boy to come, and I already love him so much, part of me is sad that our daily life will change (big or little) from the way it is now. I suppose baby boy or not it is changing quickly anways, as she is growing up way faster than I would like. (don't get me started on this unless you really want the water works). I love my daughter more than I ever imagined possible.  In order to commemorate, we watched Cinderella (our favorite princess movie), ordered pizza w/ veggies (hubby hates veggie pizza-so it's just us girls), and made no-bake cookies(which I don't particulary like but it allowed her to partcipate in the process more). This is the way we actually spend a lot of the nights when we are alone. So nothing razzle dazzle, but I was caught unprepared. I wanted to take pictures but hubby has the camera (in case he saw some nature he wanted to take pictures of...hello?! I am having a moment here! you know whatever).&lt;br /&gt;I know that someday baby boy will be big enough for me to leave and at that point baby girl and I can have one on one time. I am just mourning the end of a part of life that will never return. However, I am sure that there is more and more joy to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-995341786732992974?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/995341786732992974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-two-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/995341786732992974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/995341786732992974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-two-of-us.html' title='Just the two of us'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-6308904049418957397</id><published>2008-12-08T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:22:36.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>general cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QDJBl_eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fCjwiaF8pYA/s1600-h/100_3440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277532721984699874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QDJBl_eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fCjwiaF8pYA/s200/100_3440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QCrnknnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PczN5ILL6fM/s1600-h/100_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277532714090929778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QCrnknnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PczN5ILL6fM/s200/100_3395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QCIsvNMI/AAAAAAAAABs/gQBKYVjnbkM/s1600-h/100_3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277532704717354178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QCIsvNMI/AAAAAAAAABs/gQBKYVjnbkM/s200/100_3393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QBokbhiI/AAAAAAAAABk/PmUAhzOMbRo/s1600-h/100_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277532696092575266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QBokbhiI/AAAAAAAAABk/PmUAhzOMbRo/s200/100_3391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making brownies with mom&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/5128841841613373141-6308904049418957397?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6308904049418957397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/general-cuteness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/6308904049418957397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/6308904049418957397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/general-cuteness.html' title='general cuteness'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2QDJBl_eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fCjwiaF8pYA/s72-c/100_3440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-882278088522559684</id><published>2008-12-08T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:18:34.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas tree cutting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PGUkQLWI/AAAAAAAAABc/7LdB1Slt_bk/s1600-h/100_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277531677110840674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PGUkQLWI/AAAAAAAAABc/7LdB1Slt_bk/s320/100_3438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PF4taI4I/AAAAAAAAABU/t0z1oWlVczs/s1600-h/100_3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277531669633049474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PF4taI4I/AAAAAAAAABU/t0z1oWlVczs/s320/100_3436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PFELEvxI/AAAAAAAAABM/xz415CiCEZs/s1600-h/100_3434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277531655530397458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PFELEvxI/AAAAAAAAABM/xz415CiCEZs/s320/100_3434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PEfFyJ_I/AAAAAAAAABE/SAOf8zmTCbk/s1600-h/100_3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277531645576095730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PEfFyJ_I/AAAAAAAAABE/SAOf8zmTCbk/s320/100_3430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we drove up Bent Mountain to go hunt Christmas trees. We found a farm that sold trees for 5 dollars a pop-no matter the size. I intially thought that going to a tree farm wouldn't be as fun as going to the mountains to chop one down, but I was wrong. Believe you me there was still plenty of hiking involved as I drug the family up, down and back again over several foresty acres. I prefered Pine trees (because they aren't pokey) and Bryan like the Spruce. So we splurged and bought two Christmas trees. As Bryan cut down the trees we enjoyed the first snow of the season. Princess and I enjoyed it from inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon we decorated with way too many lights, ate cinnamon rolls and then went to a work party. We decided to take advantage of the open bar and get milk shakes. (hey people who don't drink should be able to benefit from the company's generosity too right?) That was the highlight of that shindig.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and Bryan created a facebook account. On a general note, I about died when the weather was forecast for 'frigid' last night and today. There is something not right with the world when the word cold is no longer sufficient and we must resort to 'frigid'. You can take the girl out of the desert-but she'll probably freeze to death. &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/5128841841613373141-882278088522559684?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/882278088522559684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-cutting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/882278088522559684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/882278088522559684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-cutting.html' title='Christmas tree cutting'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2PGUkQLWI/AAAAAAAAABc/7LdB1Slt_bk/s72-c/100_3438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-1308731921281483979</id><published>2008-12-08T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:13:42.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmasy activities in Roanoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NwkJE0NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lXvUaGXyw3o/s1600-h/100_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530203823067346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NwkJE0NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lXvUaGXyw3o/s320/100_3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NvclYx1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xqTpanSpaeU/s1600-h/100_3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530184614463314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NvclYx1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xqTpanSpaeU/s320/100_3414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NvExJf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ESe7uZjsF84/s1600-h/100_3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530178221342642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NvExJf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ESe7uZjsF84/s320/100_3409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2Nu3v7QHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JXAijB0NcL0/s1600-h/100_3405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530174726553714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2Nu3v7QHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JXAijB0NcL0/s320/100_3405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NuMBXECI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b1xUBzk4K-Q/s1600-h/100_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277530162988519458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NuMBXECI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b1xUBzk4K-Q/s320/100_3402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent this last weekend enjoying many local festivities to start the Christmas season. Friday night we spent in downtown Roanoke at the Dickens of a Christmas party. Charles Dickens novel came alive as characters roamed the streets. We enjoyed seeing the Scrooge heckle shoppers, and Bryan participated in a little dance with some other characters. In addition to Scrooge and the like there were magicians, dancers, jugglers, and plenty of street fair food and trinkets. It was very cold but Little princess enjoyed the sights and rode patiently in her stroller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-1308731921281483979?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1308731921281483979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmasy-activities-in-roanoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/1308731921281483979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/1308731921281483979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmasy-activities-in-roanoke.html' title='Christmasy activities in Roanoke'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/ST2NwkJE0NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lXvUaGXyw3o/s72-c/100_3415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-160683641414631859</id><published>2008-11-30T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:00:20.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Princess-isms</title><content type='html'>it's the perfect size for me (anything she wants to wear) it's too small for me (anything she doesn't want to wear)&lt;br /&gt;I little king, you big king and daddy is queen.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to your belly mom? it's ok when daddy come home he fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear that noise? did you hear my bum? (after she toots)&lt;br /&gt;Boogers are 'licious.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. When daddy come home from work-he fix it.&lt;br /&gt;eww that is soo disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;I got baby brother in my tummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-160683641414631859?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/160683641414631859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute-leilani-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/160683641414631859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/160683641414631859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute-leilani-isms.html' title='Cute Princess-isms'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-3550267232179617730</id><published>2008-11-30T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:27:50.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays underway</title><content type='html'>Since I've last posted two super fun holidays have come and gone. For Halloween we dressed Little Princess up as tinkerbell. She looked absolutely precious and loved wearing her costume. We tried to go the the stake trunk or treat but were too late. So we decided to bring out community togetherness by going trunk or treating at the Baptist church down the road instead. Next we hit a swanky neighborhood with huge houses. Despite hours of practice Princess was too nervous to actually say 'trick or treat'. However, she did learn to sucessfully open her hello kitty bag wide open and say 'thank you' every time. She was so cute she made out like a bandit. Now one of her favorite things is to go around the house trick or treating. Luckily she accepts anything from toys to dirty socks (not that there are any of those around here ;) ) Thanksgiving was spent with some friends from the ward and their parents. The dinner was delicious and the company delightful. Bryan and Princess spent the day out on the go cart having fun. The morning after was filled with shopping. I couldn't bring myself to leave the bed before the sun was up, but I still got everything I went out to get. I guess nobody was beating down the door at Wal Mart to get a 3 dollar princess towel- so I was in luck. I also managed to get Bryan a really nice watch for our big 5th anniversary coming up. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I let it slip. oops. In addition to this first thanksgiving, we decided to have a second one. So last night I cooked up a turkey and all the fixin's. I don't think the food is quite as good when you do it all yourself-but I didn't burn anything down and it was all done on time so I consider it a success. Anyways..this is pretty boring stuff-but I had to write something. Hopefully I'll add some pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-3550267232179617730?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3550267232179617730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-underway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/3550267232179617730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/3550267232179617730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-underway.html' title='Holidays underway'/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128841841613373141.post-3206749373155737977</id><published>2008-10-29T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:28:42.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life right now'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SQjRUxbIWyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2HWX4m9YSxg/s1600-h/me+and+LL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262686319377144610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SQjRUxbIWyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2HWX4m9YSxg/s320/me+and+LL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally decided to make somewhat productive use of my web time and set up a blog for my family. It has been a year and a half since I graduated from school and year since Bryan finished up and we left the great LC. Immediately after school we packed up and moved to Alexandria VA just outside of DC, where Bryan began working as an auditor for KPMG (an accounting firm). While we enjoyed the diversity and cultural attractions of the area we felt like it was not the place for our family. This could be because despite the fun we were stuck living in a roach motel in the ghetto, which cost 1200 dollars a month. I still have nightmares. So our intial plan to live there for a few years quickly deteriorated. I saw the name Roanoke and it just felt like a good place to live. So I googled KPMG Roanoke and found Bryan a job. Wham bam six months after moving to DC we said hasta la vista and moved to Roanoke. So here we are. It is a medium size town nestled in a the Shenandoah Valley. Southern hospitality is prevelant and we have never felt out of place. Our ward is fantastic, it is in full swing missionary mode and we are lucky to have families baptized left and right. We enjoy the spirit that this brings. Bryan is serving as 11 year old boy scout leader. This is a fun calling. Princess especially loves the boys-they're her first crushes and she won't stop talking about Josh and Ammon. I just recently received a calling as a personal progress specialist. Oh boy, I'm excited for the opportunity but really nervous too. I love staying home with Leilani. She has become someone I can really pal around with. She lets me do her hair in cute styles and dress her up in tutus. Her vocabulary is amazing and continues to grow. I am currently preggo with baby keele number two. This little boy is due to meet the world February 2nd 2009. I am a little worried about caring for a little boy, as I had no brothers, nor any boyish traits, yada yada etc. I know I'll miss the cute dresses and bows, but I great this new experience with an open mind. Anyways, this is just a little synposis of what is going on with our lives nowadays. I want everyone to know that I miss them and that my heart is in the land of enchantment. However, we are confident that we as a family are where the Lord needs us to be in order to grow as an eternal unit and serve in His kingdom. So with that, we are filled with hope for the future and can't wait to see everyone again. Until we meet again, I'll keep this updated to stay in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5128841841613373141-3206749373155737977?l=akeelerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3206749373155737977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-finally-decided-to-make-somewhat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/3206749373155737977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128841841613373141/posts/default/3206749373155737977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akeelerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-finally-decided-to-make-somewhat.html' title=''/><author><name>keele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01935820630769003940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SZ8GtftAkJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9Y6_wi080uU/S220/040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfCXAEH9wdg/SQjRUxbIWyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2HWX4m9YSxg/s72-c/me+and+LL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
