<?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-5524323799219760169</id><updated>2011-12-30T00:23:11.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of our Lives</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-4276949724269917939</id><published>2010-08-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:14:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more</title><content type='html'>i added a bunch of Joshables in the previous post, but forgot some! &lt;br /&gt;2 more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh found a leather jacket of mine, put it on, went to the mirror and said, "Mom, look at me!  I'm like a teeny president!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Daddy, I have a four-pack, what do you have? (meaning abs)&lt;br /&gt;C:  Uh, a one pack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-4276949724269917939?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4276949724269917939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=4276949724269917939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4276949724269917939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4276949724269917939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-more.html' title='2 more'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-1354492813166049214</id><published>2010-08-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:22:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They just keep comin'</title><content type='html'>Newsflash: I am a horrible blogger!  But I need to keep track of my Joshables, so that's basically what my blog has turned into.  Sorry if you like pictures or want to know what else is going on in my life!  Here are a few Joshables from the past little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering in my ear, "Mommy, I want to take a smooth goosey."&lt;br /&gt;M: A what?&lt;br /&gt;J:  A smooth goosey.&lt;br /&gt;M:  What is that?&lt;br /&gt;J:  You know, it's grandma's big tub with all the bubbles?&lt;br /&gt;M:  Oh you mean a jacuzzi?&lt;br /&gt;J:  Oh right, a jacuzzi&lt;br /&gt;(it is now forever called a smooth goosey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching some surgery that was on TV&lt;br /&gt;M:  Josh don't watch that, it's gross&lt;br /&gt;J:  Mom, I was made to watch gross!  It's part of a man's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Mom, if everyone has talents, I know what Zac's would be...pooping.  And I am good at tooting.  I guess in our family we just have bathroom talents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Mom, I have been waiting tonsively for kindergarten.  Five whole years!  That's like, so tonsivish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Mom, have you ever seen a live mouse?&lt;br /&gt;M:  Yep&lt;br /&gt;J:  Ah man, no fair.  I've only seen dead ones.  Yep, dead.  Dead as a pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Mom, isn't it the BEST being an omnivore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  Wow Dad, Mommy must have worked really hard to get you.  You're like the greatest Dad ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-1354492813166049214?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1354492813166049214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=1354492813166049214' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1354492813166049214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1354492813166049214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-just-keep-comin.html' title='They just keep comin&apos;'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3886406696661701031</id><published>2010-05-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:56:11.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more...</title><content type='html'>Here is another round of Joshables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, do you think Sister Johnson is a carnivore?  I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom, I'm controlling my body temperature right now, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a similar note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in where Josh was taking a bath, and it looked like he was concentrating very intensely.&lt;br /&gt;M:  "Josh, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;J:  "I'm controlling my body temperature.  I LOVE being warm blooded!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom do you know what my one wish is?  I wish that when Jesus comes again, on the very first day, that I could ride on a dinosaur.  And then I would like, kick him in the face.....Hey Mom do you think kids will be able to smack grown ups when Jesus comes again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, once your dead, there go your nuts!"  (He had no clue what he was saying, he was just being silly.  But I got a good laugh at it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J:  "Mom, I don't think it's appropriate that you wear that."&lt;br /&gt;M:  "Why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;J:  "Um...because it's a little bit ugly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3886406696661701031?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3886406696661701031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3886406696661701031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3886406696661701031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3886406696661701031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-more.html' title='Some more...'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-147361589838859423</id><published>2010-05-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:36:33.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farewell to Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://holyhell.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/decisions-jack-bauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://holyhell.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/decisions-jack-bauer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To one Jack Bauer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe that after 8 years, well 8 very long days I should say, that it's all finally over. There have been good times, there have been bad times, but mostly there have been incredibly violent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jack, you have become like good friend over the years. A very, violent, scary kind of friend, who I actually would never really want to come in contact with for fear of being taken hostage, being shot or taken in the always effective sleeper hold, (which I know by now, Jack, one &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; fights the sleeper hold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've killed more people than I could ever count, Jack. And yet I always find myself hoping for your swift escape, your defensive kill or your enevitable Presidential pardon. Even this year when I found myself hating you as you embarked upon your killing spree of Russian operatives, much like a beauty contestant who has rambled on about the problem of the "youth in asia" during interview round, you make a touching statement about world peace and we're all eating out of the palm of your hand again. Well played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I'll miss. You've such a way about you. The unending supply of tight black t-shirts. Your duffle bag you always carry containing machines guns and oozies. The way you're always two steps ahead of any terrorist opponent. But I think what I'll miss most is the way you never, &lt;em&gt;never ever&lt;/em&gt;, spoke above a whisper. Those melodic grunts; so forceful and yet so gentle all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jack, we've had a good run. And now you are &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; the run. I can't believe that upon the sky droid as you said goodbye to Chloe (which I'll admit, did bring tears,) is the last time I'll see your scruffy face...and her somewhat strange face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've kepst us safe while killing hundreds. And for that we will be forever grateful. We are also grateful we weren't the poor security guard on duty at a warehouse or loading dock for one of your little terrorist fighting rendevous.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again Jack (and can I just say I hope President Palmer can be there too?)...here's to better days my friend. Better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just so you know this blog took place between 12am and 1 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-147361589838859423?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/147361589838859423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=147361589838859423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/147361589838859423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/147361589838859423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/05/farewell-to-jack.html' title='A Farewell to Jack'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-1282086204432002969</id><published>2010-04-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:39:37.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshables</title><content type='html'>It's time for some more! I have been feeling so sad lately that Josh is getting so old, and I've done such a bad job of documenting him. So I'm gonna try and be good from now on. So here are some Joshables from the past little while. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmm. This strawberry tastes like love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Grandma, it's like your house is giving me a nice warm hug!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining to Josh that everyone is special in their own way and Heavenly Father loves everyone, Josh said, (names are changed!) "Mommy, I don't think there is anything good about Billy and Jonny. Really mom. I promise. Well. I guess the only thing is that they chose to come to earth. But I still think they listen to Satan sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this over the baby moniter one night. Josh was going to bed and I had let him listen to the ipod:&lt;br /&gt;J: "Dad come here! You've gotta hear this!&lt;br /&gt;C: "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;J: It's &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; music!&lt;br /&gt;C: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;J: It's the one by Kelly Clark...you know the one about being safe on the street?&lt;br /&gt;C: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;J: You know the one that goes,(belting) "Because of you I stay too safe on the sidewalk. Because of you I learn to stay on the side of the safe sidewalk...(if you know that one you know he's close but not quite there. I love that he thinks it's about pedestrian safety.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other misunderstandings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I see your face, hope I give you help, hope I give you help" Very glad he didn't pick up on the real lyrics...I should probably start monitoring my listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard him playing The Wizard of Oz:&lt;br /&gt;"I am the great and powerful Oz!"&lt;br /&gt;in a high squeaky voice, "I am Dorothy, the small like meat!" (small and meek...but meat &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;pretty small sometimes. It makes sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, when Zac gets his helmet can we like roll him around everywhere and maybe throw things at him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up his friend from preschool:&lt;br /&gt;J:"Hey Billy, do you know what sound a cat makes when it's born?"&lt;br /&gt;B: Ummmm, no.&lt;br /&gt;J: Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;(Dwight Schrute anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twenty times or more a day I get:&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, your the bestest!" "Mom you're the best of my life!" "Mom, you're the best mommy I could have ever had!" "Mommy, I love you so much!" He is the sweetest and the craziest. And I am the luckiest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-1282086204432002969?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1282086204432002969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=1282086204432002969' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1282086204432002969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1282086204432002969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/04/joshables.html' title='Joshables'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-4603552151814673304</id><published>2010-03-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:19:57.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great quote</title><content type='html'>Recently I heard this quote by C.S. Lewis, and I seem to having it constantly floating around in my head. I don't know why, but it really struck a cord with me. I guess it's because sometimes I feel like a cottage; a decent little cottage. One of my greatest fears as a mom is that my kids won't recognize how amazing they are. I am afraid of mean little kids. I am dreading the day my little boy comes home from school crying and doubting that he is wonderful. I want everyone I love to know that they are a palace! And that means you! Anyway, just thought I'd share this quote for anyone who hasn't read it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first perhaps, you can understnd what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is he up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of- throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself."&lt;br /&gt;- C.S. Lewis, &lt;em&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-4603552151814673304?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4603552151814673304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=4603552151814673304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4603552151814673304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4603552151814673304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-quote.html' title='A great quote'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-1060999297964117796</id><published>2010-03-16T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:34:17.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's ipod shuffle it!</title><content type='html'>So I had a friend who "popcorned" me to do the ipod shuffle. You just turn on your ipod and list the first 5 songs that pop up. It actually can be pretty funny if you are honest. So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Celine Dion, "The Prayer"&lt;br /&gt;2. Britney Spears "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" (pretty sure she's launched herself into the woman category by now. Classic song, so glad it popped up!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Abba, "Dancing Queen" (the best song ever maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Dixie Chicks, "I'm not ready to make nice" (for when I am angry spice!...that rhymed)&lt;br /&gt;5. Jose Feliciano "Feliz Navidad" (what a festive way to end! Josh's absoute fav. We had to limit him to 10 times a day during Christmas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice little selection. Ok so I want anyone to leave theirs on a comment and I popcorn the following:  Bendrea, Bethy, Mary, Holly, Linds and Gina D.  Thanks for doing the ipod shuffle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-1060999297964117796?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1060999297964117796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=1060999297964117796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1060999297964117796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1060999297964117796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-ipod-shuffle-it.html' title='Let&apos;s ipod shuffle it!'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3901546932286429676</id><published>2010-03-08T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:39:11.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshables</title><content type='html'>Josh is quite possibly the funniest kid I've ever met, and he just happens to be mine. I think the perfect word for him is &lt;em&gt;delightful&lt;/em&gt;. He says things all the time that make me laugh, as well as question how his little mind works. Usually he is thinking about wild animals. As we speak he is in the other room watching "Big Cat Diary" after begging me to let him. Anyway, here are some latest quotables from Joshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car listening to the radio:&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, this girl sounds hot! You know, like kind of spicy. She sounds good to me. A little sassy. But Mom did you know that you are hot? I promise that's a good thing. Not like you are on fire, just really spicy." (Heaven help me. Where did he get any of this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh: "Hey Mom, is an avacado a fruit?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know. I think so."&lt;br /&gt;Josh: "I knew it! I knew a fruit bat would like one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok Josh you can watch some cartoons now. What do you want to watch?"&lt;br /&gt;Josh: "Hmmm. I don't know mom. Got anything violent?" (Great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dentist visit:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Dad! I get to get another silver tooth! And I didn't have any cavities!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After overhearing me say to Chad, "I'm just losing my patience."&lt;br /&gt;Josh: "Hey Mom, if you want to lose your patience more, just eat vegetables. They have no calories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ends with "lemon squeezy."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Josh, how are ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Great, great lemon squeezy!"&lt;br /&gt;"How is your dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yummy, yummy lemon squeezy."&lt;br /&gt;Really it goes with everything. Try it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I keep finding him while playing hide and go seek,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom, how do you keep finding me? Is Jesus telling you? Cause that's cheating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I think the Holy Ghost would be friends with Casper. He's nice. Not too spooky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sweeping off our front porch,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom, watcha doin? Is the Holy Ghost gonna live on our front porch now?" (after an FHE lesson on the spirit being in our home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom you better look out or I'm gonna poke you like a narwhale.  Really mom. I'm serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 times a day,&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I love you. You are the besties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3901546932286429676?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3901546932286429676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3901546932286429676' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3901546932286429676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3901546932286429676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/joshables.html' title='Joshables'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-9128649650466015800</id><published>2010-03-02T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:08:50.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>That's all I could keep saying watching the finale last night. Really? Vieanna? He chose the Spicy Sausage. Wow. Honestly I didn't really feel like he liked her that much. I thought she was the girl the producers told him to keep around because she was good TV. But apparently, as we heard last night, Vienna is "his baby." Gag. And let it be noted that Tenley is a princess with a heart of gold. I think &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;fell in love with her! She's a class act and I'm glad she's not with Jake!&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's recap, because there were some great moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He talks about choosing one of them like he's picking produce. And can he please stop saying he's in love with both of them? Seriously! Driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;-"My family came to help me fall in love." Apparently he is mentally challenged. Nice of them to come to St. Lutia for the day to help though.&lt;br /&gt;-Is his Dad crying? Oh Tenley you are the perfect little darling for this family. Oh now mom is crying! Vieanna is so toast.&lt;br /&gt;-Jake confessing he has't "played rough" with Tenley yet. But that was remedied when they went for a "spontaneous" jump in the pool. Oh and now everyone is jumping in. Shucks, if those Pavelkas don't beat all.&lt;br /&gt;-Vienna with her confident, "hi baby".&lt;br /&gt;-Oh things are not going well for Spicy Sausage. It's all bad Vienna. Did she tell his sister she looked kind of fat? Nice.&lt;br /&gt;-"So won't you be shocked if Jake doesn't pick you?" Love the sister.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh the playing in the mud. So bad. Please don't make me watch.&lt;br /&gt;-"So, what was it like being married for 3 weeks?" valid question Jake. I love that it's pertinent. Don't worry, you'll know soon enough. (too mean? Sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;-Jake and Tenley..another run to eachother reuunion. This one quite awkward.&lt;br /&gt;-Wow, Tenley is quite excited for her date. "Are we going on this boat!!!!! Oh I'm so excited!"&lt;br /&gt;-Did he just tell her he's not physically attracted to her? Nice. So clueless!!! He better be stop being such a jerk or all her little nomb friends are gonna coming calling for him.&lt;br /&gt;-Did he just say "I love it," when Tenley said I love you?&lt;br /&gt;-Producers: "Jake go ponder on the balcony. Please look pensive and slightly in pain. Then go put your feet in the pool and do it again."&lt;br /&gt;-Ok the moment if coming. Why am I nervous? I now what the spoilers say, but please don't pick Vienna. Please, please.&lt;br /&gt;-NOOOOOOOO! No way! Seriously? Vieanna? Oh Tenley you look so pretty. A pretty, pretty princess.&lt;br /&gt;-As Chad said, "He's a lame-wad." Fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;-"I love that we have the same morals,"....but I'm going the other way with Spicy Sausage. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;-Tenley stop being so nice. Stop saying he's amazing. Stop, stop, stop! I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;-Great, bring on Spicy Sausage. Let her have her moment.&lt;br /&gt;-Please, dump both of them, please dump both of them.&lt;br /&gt;-ahhhh, the fake out. Classic. Nicely done Jake.&lt;br /&gt;-all the previous contestants are crapping their pants. Especially Ali, our newest Bachelorette. (not excited).&lt;br /&gt;-Now the love montage. How special. I'm so mad. Mad, as Chad said, "that I ever watched this garbage." Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the final Rose:&lt;br /&gt;-Tenley is way too gracious. She really is above all this garbage.&lt;br /&gt;-Did he just call her precious? Ok she is, but it just sounds condescending. But hey, they are friends forever! It's a win win. Or in &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt; terms, a win, win, win.&lt;br /&gt;-"Pulled a Meznick." I love you Chris Harrison. Is it just me or is he getting funnier?&lt;br /&gt;"It's been blissful." Shucksy darn Jake.&lt;br /&gt;-Vienna, pick a focal point and keep your eyes glued to it.  I'm getting dizzy. (Mean again? Apologies.)&lt;br /&gt;-Wow, never thought I'd see "On the Wings of Love" performed &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;, let alone in this century.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh the dancing and the making out and the song. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end all I have to say is, whatever. Congrats to Goober and Spicy Sausage. Congrats to Tenley for being the sweetest little niblet ever. And at the end of my viewing, was I totally fine with hitting the "yes, delete" button on my tevo? Absolutely. I'm never watching this show again.&lt;br /&gt;ps-see you in May for the Bachelorette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-9128649650466015800?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/9128649650466015800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=9128649650466015800' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/9128649650466015800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/9128649650466015800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-5405480182054069951</id><published>2010-03-01T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:14:43.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/insidetv.aol.com/media/2009/11/jakebachelor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/insidetv.aol.com/media/2009/11/jakebachelor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will he choose sugar? Or will he choose spice?" Gag. Have you seen the promotional spots for tonights oh so juicy finale? It's hilarious. So apparently Vienna is spicy. Let her now be called Spicy Sausage! (Sounds like the next spice girl. Baby, Poche, Scary and Spicy Sausage). Anyway, can't wait for tonight and all the awkwardness that is Jake. Stay tuned for a re-cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related story:&lt;br /&gt;On the way to many of our hospital visits of late (rsv-not fun), we were playing the "humming game," aka- name that tune. First Joshy went, then mommy. When we came to Daddy, Joshy interjected, "Oh I know what song Daddy is gonna pick! Upon the wings of love!" Histerical laughter. Love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;ps- Hubby please don't stop singing "On the wings of love" every monday when you come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-5405480182054069951?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5405480182054069951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=5405480182054069951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5405480182054069951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5405480182054069951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming.....'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-5263926476179673060</id><published>2010-02-26T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:37:54.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Bethy</title><content type='html'>Bethy is the greatest. She's one in a million. I am lucky enough to have her as my older sister. This past week we had a big scare when she went to a chiropractor to help with a pinched nerve. While working on Bethy, she somehow damaged an artery in her neck and sent Bethy into a stroke. She couldn't feel the right side of her body and she couldn't stop throwing up. What scared her to death is that she couldn't control her throat and feared she was going to asperate. We are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; lucky that Bethy is fine! I am so grateful! She hasn't suffered any long lasting side effects, which is such a blessing. She will have to be on blood thinners for months wihile her artery is healing, but she will be ok. I've been thinking about the amazing person Bethy is and wanted to let her know some of my favorite memories of her and why she is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-always the first one to tell me that I'm great&lt;br /&gt;-let me hang out with her and her friends in high school when I was having a rough time with my own friends. IN fact through my whole life she let me hang out with her, even though I was younger and probably annoying&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;My Fair Lady-&lt;/em&gt; some of the greatest times!&lt;br /&gt;-Grasshopper legs- those femurs never end!&lt;br /&gt;-"Tall as a tree, only nicer."&lt;br /&gt;-You are my sausage!&lt;br /&gt;-No one could push my buttons like Bethy. I remember screaming once, with all the intesnsity I could muster up, "I HATE YOU!!!!!" (not such a loving memory, but it's funny to me now).&lt;br /&gt;-The 3/4 rule. If we shared a bed, Bethy enstated the "3/4" rule. Guess which part I got?....Remember those grasshopper legs.&lt;br /&gt;-Set a great example of commitment and love of the gospel when she served a mission to Slovenia.&lt;br /&gt;-Got missionaries in her mission to pray for "Pegs."&lt;br /&gt;-Tried to find me a husband on her mission.&lt;br /&gt;-Pegs and Pooki&lt;br /&gt;-Wanted to marry someone who served their mission in Eastern Europe...random. But she found him!&lt;br /&gt;-Went through some pretty heartbreaking times, but handled them like a trooper and we were all so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;-We got to be pregnant together and have our boys weeks apart.&lt;br /&gt;-"Do you like the way I walk? I learned when I was a baby. I've been walking for years!"&lt;br /&gt;-Bugs Bunny and Tom and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;-The scowl she gave in pictures when she was little&lt;br /&gt;-Barks when she coughs&lt;br /&gt;-After every meal, "I'm going to vomit."&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't care what others think of her; she is who she is. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;-My math tutor. "um Bethy, I have a Math test to today. Could you teach me everything we learned the last month in the next few hours?!" And she would. Saved me!&lt;br /&gt;-Loved &lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables, &lt;/em&gt;Jane Austen Books and &lt;em&gt;The Work and the Glory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Playing the flute. Especially &lt;em&gt;Flight of the Bumble Bee &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; As I Have Loved You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-W&lt;/em&gt;anted a latin lover. Got Justin instead. (ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;-"Let's do my make-up just in case I get married today!"&lt;br /&gt;-Her junior high pics. If only I had some to post! Awesome bangs.&lt;br /&gt;-Steal the flag, bishop's followers and I need a beckon.&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Stacy, a tree and a fancy ballroom dancer. Did I miss any?&lt;br /&gt;-Wore a formal to a band concert.&lt;br /&gt;-Hated the band. Mocked the band. Made a mortal enemy out of Dave ____. But made peace with Mari Louise!&lt;br /&gt;-The circle of life. (right?)&lt;br /&gt;-I was hanging upside down at recess in my skirt, showing the whole world my cute undies. She came over and told me that was unacceptable. (that's a nice way of putting it.) I was mad.&lt;br /&gt;-on a similar note, during the halloween parade, I decided at the last miniute I wanted to be a princess with an off the shoulder gown. When we walked into her classroom, she scoughed and came over and pulled my sleeves up. (I have her to thank for my modesty I guess.) I was so mad again. (kind of hussy?)&lt;br /&gt;-Making up dances. Let's here it for the boy, Shena Easton, the Jets and Pippen.&lt;br /&gt;-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;-Oldies 94.1&lt;br /&gt;-Everly Brothers, Hootie and the Blowfish, U2.&lt;br /&gt;-Quite Sassy.&lt;br /&gt;-Leading me around with her finger..or other way around.&lt;br /&gt;-Our weird skippy dance.&lt;br /&gt;-Even weirder pool games. What fruit am I? Drop a ring...OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;-Biking everyday to swim at BYU and then go the creamery. (that began my love affair with the creamery).&lt;br /&gt;-Mint&lt;br /&gt;-Carrot Cake&lt;br /&gt;-Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;-Bacon, bacon and more bacon. (she's like that dog from the commercial, Beggin Strips).&lt;br /&gt;-Domestic Diva. Sewing and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;-Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;-Incredible mommy, fabulous aunt.&lt;br /&gt;-"Eunice? There's a person named Eunice?"&lt;br /&gt;-Wanted to be a female Luger.&lt;br /&gt;-"You're lucky you got married when you were young and stupid."&lt;br /&gt;-Loved Transformers&lt;br /&gt;-Driving the loop, going on drive bys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethy is the greatest sister, (besides Emmy of course. I am very lucky. My brother is quite wonderful as well. Everyone covered? Good). She's been my biggest fan and helped me in so many ways. We have many hilarious memories. So, I'll say it again: there is &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; like Bethy. Even if she would take the last piece of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots. So glad you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;ps- when Joshy heard about Bethy, he got tears in his eyes and said, "Mommy, should we make her some soup?" We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of comments to me, click here and send her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bdurham.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bdurham.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-5263926476179673060?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5263926476179673060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=5263926476179673060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5263926476179673060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5263926476179673060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-ones-for-bethy.html' title='This one&apos;s for Bethy'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-8207715665814676626</id><published>2010-02-23T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:45:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If loving the bachelor is wrong, I don't ever want to be right</title><content type='html'>Wow. Wow, wow, wow. Has anyone bee watching the Bach this season? (If you are an avid Bach watcher, you've earned the right to use this nickname.) You probably watch and maybe don't admit it. Well this season has been AWESOME! You know, so bad it's great? But it perplexes me because of all the bachelors in past history, I think Jake is one of the worst. Ok Prince Lorenzo probably takes first prize, but Jake is a close second. In my opinion, he is a goober. I think he would have been king zoobie at BYU. I see him at a stake dance, with his incredible moves. For some reason, girls are going crazy for him, wanting to be his co-pilot and all that. (gag me please. How many puns can we use because Jake is a pilot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night's the women tell all was amazing! Usually the most boring episode of the season, this one was fantastic! So let me just point out some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love to see all the women he's sent home...don't recognize half of them&lt;br /&gt;-Jessie, who are you and why do you have a rose behind your ear?&lt;br /&gt;-Rozlyn, Rozlyn, Rozlyn. You are a LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;-Rozlyn your dress looks like someone is unwrapping a present.&lt;br /&gt;-She acts like she has no idea what anyone is talkilng about. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Harrison, I love you. Thank you for sticking it to Rozlyn.&lt;br /&gt;-Why do I feel upset that Rozlyn dissed Chris...I think I have been watching too long. We feel like old friends. He would never hit on someone elses wifey.&lt;br /&gt;-When did all these people with children pop up?&lt;br /&gt;-Gia, your gorgeous, no worries. Thank you for not wearing the hideous heart necklace around your wrist.&lt;br /&gt;-Alli, I liked you better last night. I laughed out loud when you said, "I want a super fart."&lt;br /&gt;-Why is Jake making them all cry? Poor Christine.&lt;br /&gt;-Embarrassed for Emily having to watch her teasing Jake about kissing her. "You wanna make out with my forehead all night?" Bad.&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle. Wow. Thank you ABC for casting her. She was the perfect blend of beautiful, pathetic and psycho.&lt;br /&gt;-Gia, stop talking about Michelle. She will kill you. No, seriously stop talking about her, I fear for your life.&lt;br /&gt;-Outake real makes me like everyone a little bit better. Love Jake in the shower running like a madman.&lt;br /&gt;-Love Chris Harrison singing "On the wings of Love" to Jake.&lt;br /&gt;-Can't get over seeing Sausages's founding father hairstyle again. (That's what we call Vienna...tell me you had those when you were little)&lt;br /&gt;-Surprised Jake didn't tell everyone there he was falling in love with them&lt;br /&gt;-Please don't make Alli the next bachelorette.&lt;br /&gt;-Love Tenley. Love that people think she poops rainbows and dreams in cartoons. Isn' t that the kind of person Jake needs to end up with? She was Arial people! In fact I could see Jake and Tenley living a very happy life as mermaid and merman. That way Jake could go around showing his abs off all day. (Please no more close ups or discussions about his abs. PLEASE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a brief recap. Can't wait for the finale. Pretty please pick Tenley. Stay away from Sausage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-8207715665814676626?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8207715665814676626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=8207715665814676626' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8207715665814676626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8207715665814676626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-loving-bachelor-is-wrong-i-dont-ever.html' title='If loving the bachelor is wrong, I don&apos;t ever want to be right'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-1708071815471542208</id><published>2010-02-21T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:41:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I'm gonna blog more often!&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I was cleaning out a drawer and found a card Chad got for his b-day. I thought I'd share, it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're turning 30 if:&lt;br /&gt;You ever had a mullet, "tail," or side ponytail (seriously, side pony tail was my hairstyle of choice for whenever I wanted to look "super cute.")&lt;br /&gt;-you have used a Commodare 64 (couldn't get enough- frogger anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;-you owned a trapper keeper (mine had sea shells on it)&lt;br /&gt;-you can name all the members of New Kids on the Block (Jordan was such a dreamboat)&lt;br /&gt;-you can remember when fast food burgers came in styrafoam containers (remember that one that came with parts of the burger in oppostie sides of the container and then you flipped them together to make your burger? random)&lt;br /&gt;-you had a crush on Zack Morris or Kelly Kapowski from saved by the Bell (um I was once considered a saved by the bell trivia guru. Yes embarrasing, but even now when this lovely little show is on at 3 in the morning, I can sometimes still tell which episode is coming on in the first minute or so. Ah memories...remember Hot Sundae? Or was it THE hot sundaeS? I am losing my mojo. I will love that show forever. Did anyone recently notice I named my son Zac......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share, that card made me smile!&lt;br /&gt;ps-weird. Chad is 30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-1708071815471542208?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1708071815471542208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=1708071815471542208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1708071815471542208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1708071815471542208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-what-im-gonna-blog-more-often-so.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-6315656276986829578</id><published>2010-02-16T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:12:55.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/S3sX3uc7QWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qD0scuvG7qo/s1600-h/zacswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438967221109604706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/S3sX3uc7QWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qD0scuvG7qo/s320/zacswing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is little Zac...well not so little. This last week he weighed in at 21 pounds. This was taken over christmas, so the rolls and pudginess have increased. Really, he has quite the physique. You may be asking, "Margaret, you never post,why don't you put up a more current photo?"  Well, let me tell you that I found this one in an October 2007 file! Where are all my photos?! Why am I computer retarded? Anyway, this is all I could take the time to find. Enjoy, he is delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-6315656276986829578?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6315656276986829578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=6315656276986829578' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6315656276986829578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6315656276986829578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-is-little-zac.html' title=''/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/S3sX3uc7QWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qD0scuvG7qo/s72-c/zacswing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3712220496619223501</id><published>2009-10-25T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:48:18.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I am the worst blogger ever!  Here is a whopping post of the happenings in our life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are our boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuU0jexG2CI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JruBzKgJVQs/s1600-h/257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396777512632506402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuU0jexG2CI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JruBzKgJVQs/s320/257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If you see this kid around, don't worry, it's just Josh in his Wolverine mask.  It's a wardrobe staple for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuU0M5vYXPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8jsrgKMkrmU/s1600-h/263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396777124736031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuU0M5vYXPI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8jsrgKMkrmU/s320/263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October was birthday month for the Olsons.  Both Chad and I blew out another round of candles.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUz5U06cYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A3OHdQ39zNM/s1600-h/258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776788409610626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUz5U06cYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A3OHdQ39zNM/s320/258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a visit from Bethy and little Colton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUzjoVvSSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/yAtKxvfhaFg/s1600-h/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396776415690443042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUzjoVvSSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/yAtKxvfhaFg/s320/259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They just happened to have the same church outfit.  We decided against putting them in the pants.  There really is nothing more flattering than a button shirt onesie.  I am fashioning one for Chad.  And don't be fooled by this picture.  Zac isn't that mush bigger than his older cousin Colton, Zac is just following the tradition of our boys and has a GINORMOUS head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUzHF6j4FI/AAAAAAAAAm4/uVorJ_F1mxw/s1600-h/260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396775925413306450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUzHF6j4FI/AAAAAAAAAm4/uVorJ_F1mxw/s320/260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUyx6IUbaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/op4Dy6rdmYg/s1600-h/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396775561472535970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUyx6IUbaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/op4Dy6rdmYg/s320/247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Chad's big 30ieth b-day bash, we entrusted Zac's care to Grandma Louise...unfortunately she dropped a cupcake on his face.  Perhaps she isn't as trustworthy as we thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUyboXnFXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/janZZlmCqDE/s1600-h/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396775178747712882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUyboXnFXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/janZZlmCqDE/s320/224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family at Chad's almost surprise party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUyJa6_GtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nb1yhdjYYUM/s1600-h/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396774865900346066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUyJa6_GtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nb1yhdjYYUM/s320/226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUxvs9Jp1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/IV7iq3tS8Rw/s1600-h/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396774424064665426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUxvs9Jp1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/IV7iq3tS8Rw/s320/225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUxYa4TZpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MHE5eDbJvh8/s1600-h/261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396774024075503250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUxYa4TZpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MHE5eDbJvh8/s320/261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, yet oh so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUw-6A6SbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/heDLDuYU01E/s1600-h/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396773585756506546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUw-6A6SbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/heDLDuYU01E/s320/223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves bath time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUwp2KAB9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/BkhRrxIFAi0/s1600-h/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396773223943636946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUwp2KAB9I/AAAAAAAAAmA/BkhRrxIFAi0/s320/219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;working that carseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUwOMIMz4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/p3SmcazILi8/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396772748805328770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUwOMIMz4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/p3SmcazILi8/s320/212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately Zac hates tummy time, heavenknows he needs it though.  I'm afraid we are going to have another helmeted child.  Once he finds his fist on tummy time, we have a few minutes of munching and drooling before the screming sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUv6T6_rtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4wlyFMuB3Xs/s1600-h/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396772407300042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUv6T6_rtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4wlyFMuB3Xs/s320/231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when he screams, we just plug him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUvhtXFWoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/aZWSAWuXFaQ/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396771984632011394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuUvhtXFWoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/aZWSAWuXFaQ/s320/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3712220496619223501?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3712220496619223501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3712220496619223501' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3712220496619223501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3712220496619223501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-know-i-am-worst-blogger-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SuU0jexG2CI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JruBzKgJVQs/s72-c/257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-7149559147083890182</id><published>2009-09-03T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:27:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach attack pictures</title><content type='html'>I need to post some new pictures of little Zach, and I will...I promise! For the mean time if you click on this link you'll go to &lt;a href="http://ashleytaylorphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ashleytaylorphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ,then you can see some of the pictures I just had taken of the little guy. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-7149559147083890182?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7149559147083890182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=7149559147083890182' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7149559147083890182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7149559147083890182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2009/09/zach-attack-pictures.html' title='Zach attack pictures'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-916345356107647566</id><published>2009-08-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:35:44.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our latest addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG4bn-rDDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rHhDXoLmUa0/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368775015530171442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG4bn-rDDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rHhDXoLmUa0/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG3_te-kGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QY0h6ADF1Ts/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368774535971508322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG3_te-kGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QY0h6ADF1Ts/s320/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG3lxXQcmI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xbj2_v-32qg/s1600-h/DSC01312_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368774090336268898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG3lxXQcmI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xbj2_v-32qg/s320/DSC01312_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG3Q7jPXhI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-z4C_GFOR7M/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773732293631506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG3Q7jPXhI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-z4C_GFOR7M/s320/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG28PpaBII/AAAAAAAAAlA/GLSiK6R973o/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368773376910951554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG28PpaBII/AAAAAAAAAlA/GLSiK6R973o/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG2g52ye5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/wvtxyllWZuI/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368772907205032850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG2g52ye5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/wvtxyllWZuI/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGzd7aZZlI/AAAAAAAAAko/FnQaG_jQwuc/s1600-h/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368769557548328530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGzd7aZZlI/AAAAAAAAAko/FnQaG_jQwuc/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGzF4gzI_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/n_siNCxlfPQ/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368769144453014514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGzF4gzI_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/n_siNCxlfPQ/s320/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGx7FgXezI/AAAAAAAAAkY/YInfM2eltI0/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368767859450673970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGx7FgXezI/AAAAAAAAAkY/YInfM2eltI0/s320/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGwywQruCI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IgOhhPts2PQ/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368766616797165602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGwywQruCI/AAAAAAAAAkI/IgOhhPts2PQ/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGwaAIWqPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ISdYQX6LUAo/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368766191560468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGwaAIWqPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ISdYQX6LUAo/s320/DSC01279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGwJe23g_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/GNhoPAwBEQI/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368765907750847474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoGwJe23g_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/GNhoPAwBEQI/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is here! Zachary Durham Olson was born August 5, 2009 at 5:30 pm, 7lbs 80z. I have to say everyone who told me the second delivery is easier was right on. I was induced in the morning, had my epidural an hour later, sat like a beached whale for most of the day and then pushed for maybe 10 minutes and he was here! He came out showing us what a great set of lungs he has and hasn't stopped. This kid is a screamer! He also amazed the doctors and nurses with all his hair. He came out with Chad's exact hair color, and more importantly his hair&lt;em&gt;style.&lt;/em&gt; He is a healthy and sweet little guy. Josh loves his lttle bro. He gives him kisses all the time and talks about how cute he is. He really wants to be nice and feed him treats...i'm a little worried he's gonna sneak him an m&amp;amp;m sometime. After going nine months with never considering the name Zach, somehow it just seemed to fit him. Now we can't imagine our little Zachy being called anything else.  We love having our &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-916345356107647566?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/916345356107647566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=916345356107647566' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/916345356107647566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/916345356107647566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-latest-addition.html' title='Our latest addition'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SoG4bn-rDDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rHhDXoLmUa0/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-5902558621280330960</id><published>2009-04-13T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:57:27.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming days</title><content type='html'>So, I don't have a working camera, and even if I did, who knows if I would really use it and then actually post.  I have fallen off the blogging wagon.  I'm sorry.  Anyway, I don't have any pics to share but I do have a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Chad and I can't think of any names for this baby.  It's actually driving me a little insane.  So, fairly often we have conversations about what to name him.  Well one night at dinner while we were having this conversation, Josh burst out, "Hey guys!  I have a great name!  The greatest name in the whole wide city!  We should name our little brother Tom Selleck!"  Chad and I both just started laughing.  Who is this kid and where in the world has he heard about Tom Selleck?  But of course Josh thought he really was on to something and felt sad when we laughed at his beautiful name selection.  So I reassured him, "Ok we'll name him Tom Selleck if he comes out with a big mustache ok?"  That did the trick.  He thought that was a great idea.  Tom Selleck...what the?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-5902558621280330960?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5902558621280330960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=5902558621280330960' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5902558621280330960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5902558621280330960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2009/04/naming-days.html' title='Naming days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-619080789966162862</id><published>2009-03-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:45:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue</title><content type='html'>I'm back!  It has been such a long time since I have blogged, so I decided to make it all up to you by making this an extra good blog entry.  Not only am I overdue... but I am due!!  Yes folks I would like to announce to all of you that baby Olson #2 is coming August 3rd.  But wait!  That's not all!  Not only can I tell you we're having a baby but I can tell you it's a baby boy!  I have to admit I was totally thrown when we found out.  We both thought it was a girl.  But there is no denying it!  We have clear photographic proof!  Josh is absolutely ecstatic to get a brother and we are very excited as well.  Also, our bank account has been saved by this news.  I don't think I have the discipline yet to handle a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-619080789966162862?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/619080789966162862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=619080789966162862' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/619080789966162862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/619080789966162862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2009/03/overdue.html' title='Overdue'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-6789949448528691042</id><published>2008-11-10T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:46:01.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two</title><content type='html'>So I am having computer and camera problems, and problems sitting down trying to figure them out.  Therefore, I have not blogged in two months!  But I decided to do another installment of quotes from Joshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Josh a Happy Meal one day, he told me he wanted to be healthy and get apple dippers instead of french fries.  He then proceeded to dip his apples in caramel and then his sweet and sour sauce.  "MMMM, mommy that was yummy!  Here try it."&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks Joshy, I don't want any."&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, you just have to try one bite of it, and if you don't like it then I won't make you eat anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Dang it!  Don't you hate it when parenting backfires?  And ps, yes it was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma received a new package of pots and pans and was unloading all of them when Josh happened upon her and exclaimed, "Oh Grandma are these all for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes Joshy"&lt;br /&gt;"My goodness Grandma you're a spoiled brat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mom, I'm thinking about jaguars.  Are you thinking about jaguars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while cleaning up I said, "Josh can you put your shoes in the shoe basket for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah mom, it's no fair.  You always use me as your slave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a prayer given in primary:&lt;br /&gt;"Please bless that I can always be nice to my puppies and not hit them and especially not kick them...when Daddy's around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Josh a few candy corns to eat.  Keep in mind that the soon to be mentioned Jane, Sam and Colin (aka Colly-wog) are my sister Emily's kids.&lt;br /&gt; We were in the car and I heard Josh say, "Goodbye Jane."  He then swallowed a candy corn.  He picked up his next one, looked at and said "goodbye Sam."  Gulp.  Got the next one, "and goodbye Colly-wog."  Hmmmm...not quite sure what to make of that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um Daddy, do you think you could not breathe anymore while you read to me?  Your breaf smells like stinky cheese."  (In Chad's defense he had just eaten a handful of fishy crackers,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading Josh his picture scriptures we were learning about a "mean king"  Ammonihah.  Josh stopped me and said, "Mommy, I think that king needs a smack in the face!"  Now whenever we read about wicked people in the scriptures, he makes a fist and punches the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating dinner together Josh said something and I couldn't quite here what he said.  so I said, "What that's buddy?"  To which he replied,&lt;br /&gt;"You heard me lady.  I like your dinner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mom, have you made your hair yet today?"&lt;br /&gt;"No not yet Joshy."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good, cause I think it looks like a scurvy pirate!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-6789949448528691042?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6789949448528691042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=6789949448528691042' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6789949448528691042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6789949448528691042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-two.html' title='Part Two'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-8331105906622470423</id><published>2008-09-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T03:44:14.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotables by Joshy</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks, it's one of those posts without pictures. But before you ditch me and click on someone's else blog, you should know that you have a treat coming. My camera is busted and I have no new photos, but I do have quotes from Joshy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car, out of the blue Josh says, "You know Mom, if I were any kind of suger (pronounced suga), I would be a suga in a juicebox." Ok, son...you weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning i set a timer and told Josh to tell me when it went off. He ran in screaming, "Mommy your beefer is ringing! Your beefer is ringing!" I say, "No honey, it's beePER," to which he replied, "right, BEEEEEEEfer. I said that mom." Oh duh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a real classic. Josh says to my mom, "Grandma, my friends all want to call you bum lady, but I won't let them." Grandma asks, "Well, which friends Joshy? Who wants to call me bum lady?" Josh thinks for a moment and then answers, "you know, all my friends who live far far away...in Mexico." Oh, &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; friends. His mexican gang! Love those guys. They need to watch their mouths though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear that Josh was singing in a room down the hall from where I was.  So, I slowly snuck closer to his room, knowing if he heard me he'd stop...and I really wanted to hear this!  Finally, I heard him sing over and over, "If you realize, if you realize, we're perfect for eachotha, we're perfect for eachotha.  Realize what I realize....."  (All you Colbie Cailat fans know that one.  The kid already likes the soft jams!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a dialogue we had one day. Again, it came out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;JOsh: Mommy, will I get married one day?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I think you will Joshy.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: Well when I'm married I'm not gonna live with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh you're not?"&lt;br /&gt;Josh: No I'm gonna live with you forever (prounounced foreva)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well where is your wife going to live?&lt;br /&gt;Long pause&lt;br /&gt;Josh: She'll live in....oh....maybe the ocean. You know, like Ariel (pronounced, A-yo.)&lt;br /&gt;Whew, those land/under-the sea relationships are hard to make work. I'm sure they'll find a way though. I mean if A-yo and Eric can do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some great prayers he's offered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless that Mommy won't say no and no and no and no all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless Mommy that she'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless Daddy that he will have fun at work, like at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless that Gavin (his cousin) won't call me smackface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless that everyone will bring me lots of presents, and lots of treats. (Hey, you can't blame a kid for trying right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, Josh makes life quite delightful. We laugh at loud daily at things he says and does. Hope some of these gave you a little chuckle as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-8331105906622470423?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8331105906622470423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=8331105906622470423' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8331105906622470423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8331105906622470423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotables-by-joshy.html' title='Quotables by Joshy'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3792062257518963833</id><published>2008-08-25T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:36:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-school Days</title><content type='html'>After much anticipation, counting down and answering the question, "when do I go to my fun new school?" Josh started pre-school today! He has been so excited, and I have to say that I have been too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMiDIEQ7dI/AAAAAAAAAag/cKSspCVyI5E/s1600-h/DSC05551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238568228662341074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMiDIEQ7dI/AAAAAAAAAag/cKSspCVyI5E/s320/DSC05551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside his school, with his Incredible Hulk backpack. (He picked it out, and I was shocked when he passed right by the Barbie back packs-- although Hello Kitty did get a pause. Eventually the "big strong guy" won out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMhmRaK4cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ulTdq4OQSME/s1600-h/DSC05552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238567732953932226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMhmRaK4cI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ulTdq4OQSME/s320/DSC05552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Josh's favorite part of the classroom. It's a bunk you can climb up to with blankets and a tent. Perfect for some snuggly reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMhE3exMTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/c-ye1G9LoVg/s1600-h/DSC05553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238567159058215218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMhE3exMTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/c-ye1G9LoVg/s320/DSC05553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMgzZ7Yi8I/AAAAAAAAAaI/0HmM_YIy48c/s1600-h/DSC05554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238566859067395010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMgzZ7Yi8I/AAAAAAAAAaI/0HmM_YIy48c/s320/DSC05554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Josh with his teacher Mrs. Beach. Despite the look on his face, he really likes her. This is a CLASSIC Josh look though. He gives us this one whenever we are making him do something he doesn't want to....like take &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMgWXmb3cI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dfXekNBafGc/s1600-h/DSC05555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238566360226454978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMgWXmb3cI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dfXekNBafGc/s320/DSC05555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another reason Josh loves his school is the huge stuffed animals in the lobby. Even if he didn't like his class, I think he would still love his school just because they have these animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMe9Sq8N8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/H-jLcLID3a4/s1600-h/DSC05556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238564829894817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMe9Sq8N8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/H-jLcLID3a4/s320/DSC05556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had a great time, and got to tell mommy all about it while sharing some "welcome home" cookies! (I know, I was very June Cleaver today.) But the verdict is in: Pre-school is great! And what did mommy do while Joshy was away? Grocery shopping without a 3 year old!! What a treat!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3792062257518963833?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3792062257518963833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3792062257518963833' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3792062257518963833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3792062257518963833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/08/pre-school-days.html' title='Pre-school Days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SLMiDIEQ7dI/AAAAAAAAAag/cKSspCVyI5E/s72-c/DSC05551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-5734936982909749318</id><published>2008-07-20T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:57:41.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary and Montana Days!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, it's been so long...again. Sorry! We've been having a great summer. Chad and I celebrated our sixth anniversary and then a few days later headed up to our annual trip to Flathead lake in Montana. So let's begin with June 28, that magical day of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQNXlRbL5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1blAbKv66Qc/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225316166449966994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQNXlRbL5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1blAbKv66Qc/s320/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are having just left The cheesecake Factory. I forgot to take a picture inside, but afterwords in the car is just as good right? PS- Yes Chad was happy to be celebrating our anniversary despite his look of death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQNCnj_OdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WE6Ldq9kbEU/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225315806287444434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQNCnj_OdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WE6Ldq9kbEU/s320/DSC01375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed up in Salt Lake at Little America. Here's to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQM6jyZubI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qai3dxRvU_A/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225315667835206066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQM6jyZubI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Qai3dxRvU_A/s320/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And because we were too stuffed to order at cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory, later on room service was able to help us out. Chad got a little but not much...don't mess with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQMlhqsRVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/motqFg_RVbE/s1600-h/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225315306488743250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQMlhqsRVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/motqFg_RVbE/s320/DSC01371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And although we got an entire night without a child, we still weren't completely alone. It wouldn't be an anniversary without your huge dog right? Casey ended up coming with us and sleeping in the truck. I'm sure he had a very romantic evening under the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next pictures were taken on our Montana trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few were taken at Chad's cousin's wedding, which we were able to go to on the 4th of July. Sorry there are no pictures of the happy couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQLSZNMxXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/I_D8Ej9C0IE/s1600-h/DSC01428_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225313878288418162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQLSZNMxXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/I_D8Ej9C0IE/s320/DSC01428_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chad's sister's Moo-Moo (Kristina) and Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQLB0S6caI/AAAAAAAAAY8/18Cc9hGQIdw/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225313593502364066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQLB0S6caI/AAAAAAAAAY8/18Cc9hGQIdw/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all Josh wanted for dinner....shocking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQKeWdURHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4VyJKvYbbfA/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225312984197514354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQKeWdURHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4VyJKvYbbfA/s320/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy and an intensely happy Joshy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQKCd1qqEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py49LAZaPuE/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225312505142356034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQKCd1qqEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/py49LAZaPuE/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQJlS15gQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A-QSnxUNyvs/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225312003974332674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQJlS15gQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A-QSnxUNyvs/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we move to lake pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQJEph6FMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NVfNvERkhXc/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225311443128816834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQJEph6FMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NVfNvERkhXc/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, he's so happy it almost hurts! If you look closely you can even see his "pirate tooth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQIjV0DClI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ReqNwVcJ2xw/s1600-h/DSC01415_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225310870900509266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQIjV0DClI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ReqNwVcJ2xw/s320/DSC01415_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Row, row, row your boat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQIGRCWDEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fLi2zE7Zd6I/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225310371402091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQIGRCWDEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fLi2zE7Zd6I/s320/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching fireworks on the dock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQHdlJvytI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gMRYrZgWgH8/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309672427211474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQHdlJvytI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gMRYrZgWgH8/s320/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh missed most of the fireworks and festivites, but before he was out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQHFf2CIGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xCb81HaSPEw/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225309258685489250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQHFf2CIGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xCb81HaSPEw/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....we were having lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQGUmQ41SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7WhLyLnK4DQ/s1600-h/DSC01406_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225308418595149090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQGUmQ41SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7WhLyLnK4DQ/s320/DSC01406_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite pictures! Chad sporting his "toe wedgie." It seems every year, Chad decides at the begining of the trip to let his oh -so -fair skin completely fry! This year the worst spot was on his feet. So for most of the trip Chad was walking around looking pretty sweet in his $5 walmart sandals and ankle socks. Chad is so studly though, he can pull anything off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQF2JCFB_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/UES2K5xieC8/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307895352330226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQF2JCFB_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/UES2K5xieC8/s320/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joshy enjoying a smore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQFboA89PI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ATwgq15obME/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307439812637938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQFboA89PI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ATwgq15obME/s320/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasting marshmellows for the afore mentioned smore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQFM0u9GZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jUtV-IUBfTw/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225307185528773010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQFM0u9GZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jUtV-IUBfTw/s320/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how the boys felt about their life jackets. Josh couldn't figure out why his jacket kept attacking him when he sat down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQEAAXPVBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Sb5Xnv1qrGU/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305865800602642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQEAAXPVBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Sb5Xnv1qrGU/s320/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's darling Hannah. Chad lovingly has nicknamed her "the Hannimal!" Her mom just loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305259648444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQDcuRTakI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PKOP3ZGI7Oo/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Gavin and Joshy in the lawn chairs that caused so many fights!! (Apparently it's unacceptable to sit in a purple chair.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQC2hY5u6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/MrWCvqwUHsI/s1600-h/DSC01441_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225304603355626402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQC2hY5u6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/MrWCvqwUHsI/s320/DSC01441_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh called this his lillypad! We had so much fun tubing, it's my favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQCoRVuI0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/007oY__-aEE/s1600-h/DSC01440_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225304358529147714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQCoRVuI0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/007oY__-aEE/s320/DSC01440_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Josh with his new best friend Aunt Amy, technically Great Aunt Amy. Josh absolutely loved her. He insisted on riding only with her in the back of the truck! He later took almost as well to her daughters. He would bo up to them and say, "I want to go up to house and eat candy with &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;" Who could resist such an invitation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-5734936982909749318?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/5734936982909749318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=5734936982909749318' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5734936982909749318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/5734936982909749318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/07/anniversary-and-montana-days.html' title='Anniversary and Montana Days!'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SIQNXlRbL5I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1blAbKv66Qc/s72-c/DSC01369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-6539665243018309489</id><published>2008-06-12T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:04:14.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen days in paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Aloha!! First of all, I cannot seem to get my computer to stop underlining my text, so this post will seem like your reading it on perfectly ruled paper! Wow, we just got back from Hawaii and had such a fabulous time! We went over with my parents to see Emily and Dan and their FOUR kids. Em just had their fourth, sweet little Charlie, in April. It just so happens they live in probably the best place in the world to visit! The only thing missing was our own dear daddy. Chad had to stay and hold down the fort, bring home the bacon...and so on. It actually turned out to be a good thing he couldn't come, because in the end if he had been with us, I would have never wanted to leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHKEx4SaAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IeO1Gfy6yDU/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168427302086658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHKEx4SaAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IeO1Gfy6yDU/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em and I at the Temple, their next door neigbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHJy2XyAzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jCFANXOMJZs/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211168119270277938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHJy2XyAzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jCFANXOMJZs/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was towards the end of the trip, and a dinner away from the kids was just as welcome as the beautiful view from our table. (Charlie was very obliging at the adult dinner, and barely made a peep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHJXPpEgOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fhRz4OvsfgM/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211167645017342178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHJXPpEgOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fhRz4OvsfgM/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that in Hawaii a spiderman slip-n-slide can be a backyard staple all year through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHJHhnKkVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WMIuHToBOic/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211167374963282258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHJHhnKkVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WMIuHToBOic/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here comes Colin (or Collywog as we call him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHI3nftt5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/rbUqOah_1bw/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211167101664737170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHI3nftt5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/rbUqOah_1bw/s320/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we found some horses for Josh. It wouldn't be a vacation, or any worth while activity without horses- or at least that how Josh sees it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHIqvR-gOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-ekgYb_xuTM/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211166880416301282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHIqvR-gOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-ekgYb_xuTM/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely Hawaiian prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHIXNM7GaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hLjCRpLulmw/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211166544850786722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHIXNM7GaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hLjCRpLulmw/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; According to Josh, there is no place that isn't made better with a sommersault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHIHK0rWpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TQc3gVQTUtA/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211166269334313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHIHK0rWpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TQc3gVQTUtA/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Jane! The cutest little beach babe there is! What a trooper. Josh is obsessed with her and wanted to play with her every minute of the day. I think I only heard her say "JOsh, I have been playing with you all day," once. Love ya Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHHo4h6UmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BCaI95jjX3o/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211165749027689058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHHo4h6UmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BCaI95jjX3o/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Hukeilau Beach, where my parents and I stayed. It's a nice backyard huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHHaIXeMzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WUOOWE4EDiU/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211165495580832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHHaIXeMzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WUOOWE4EDiU/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colin, Jane, Sam and Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHHAom0wAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4VX5GuZ4g7w/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211165057558560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHHAom0wAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4VX5GuZ4g7w/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's little Charlie. He's cute as he can be. I think once again, Dan has dominated- he is definitely a Bradshaw. Yet, I can't call them the Weasley's anymore because it looks like Charlie is breaking the mold and going with a shade of hair other than red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHGw5fEewI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aOyXBd9siCY/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211164787211533058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHGw5fEewI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aOyXBd9siCY/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this picture, and LOVE the thumbsucker, Sam. This boy is just the best. We had many a ggreat game of enchanted forest. Love ya Sam, fist it for me bud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHGYdfwcLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FjEfv4X7du8/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211164367381360818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHGYdfwcLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FjEfv4X7du8/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh, Jane and Sam, sitting outside as Dan worked tirelessly opening a coconut Josh found on a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHF1nck4ZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UPgEs__EjyY/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211163768756953490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHF1nck4ZI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UPgEs__EjyY/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, these next few pictures are of what Josh REALLY enjoyed in Hawaii. Fortunately for Josh, and unfortunately for Chad, Emily has a great assortment of dress ups...with many beautiful dresses and wigs. These are a FEW of the get-ups Josh put on! Here he is as Tinkerbell, or Bella as he wanted to be called. (Sorry for showing the world these pics Chad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHFduyS1JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-533Ln57h7c/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211163358410232978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHFduyS1JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-533Ln57h7c/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the more masculine outfits, here is Josh in a form fitting Mr. Smee costume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHEKFJ1B-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/m-UygOcp1_s/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211161921305511906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHEKFJ1B-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/m-UygOcp1_s/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also not such a bad one, although Colin does look like he's wearing something beauty pageant contesta nts wear in their opening number (Iwish you could see the whole thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHD0GnBbqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4mYle6E2IuA/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211161543739272866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHD0GnBbqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4mYle6E2IuA/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now it's Colin's turn to be Tinkerbell. Josh is sporting a lovely sequined cheerleader uniform and channeling Cher with the wig. Emily told me that Jane lovingly calls that their "Margaret" wig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHDgj7-aSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/b_FVzmn-F-U/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211161208014399778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHDgj7-aSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/b_FVzmn-F-U/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I laughed so hard when I found him this way. Why is my son so crazy?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHDLmw6bYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7LAI4qVivbk/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160847996054914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHDLmw6bYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7LAI4qVivbk/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perhaps my favorite, Josh arrived at Emily's house the first day and within minutes he was Aerial! This wig was also a real favorite for him. He felt it went with everything, and I mean, look at it, it's lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHCz9MyelI/AAAAAAAAAUI/42pE371FraY/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160441701694034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHCz9MyelI/AAAAAAAAAUI/42pE371FraY/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, one of the better ones of the group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHCHL8YkpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AaxiFSKjQoU/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211159672565306002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHCHL8YkpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AaxiFSKjQoU/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHBxVDx8rI/AAAAAAAAATw/THmzQ-lXKRw/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211159297055126194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHBxVDx8rI/AAAAAAAAATw/THmzQ-lXKRw/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh LOVED holding baby Charlie. Without fail he would start singing "Go to sleep, go to sleep..." in a beautifully high angelic voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHBd9OG5EI/AAAAAAAAATo/g5MV0drQN34/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211158964238476354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHBd9OG5EI/AAAAAAAAATo/g5MV0drQN34/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHBH8uJbMI/AAAAAAAAATg/AlyhvB-coh4/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211158586147302594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHBH8uJbMI/AAAAAAAAATg/AlyhvB-coh4/s320/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had never been to this temple at night before, and it is so beautiful! Josh thought it was beautiful too, and then he just wanted to play in the fountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's a little look at our trip. Sorry it was so long. Thanks Em and Dan for such a fabulous time! And thanks to Utah for not being humid, my hair surely appreciates it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5524323799219760169-6539665243018309489?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6539665243018309489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=6539665243018309489' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6539665243018309489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6539665243018309489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/06/thirteen-days-in-paradise.html' title='Thirteen days in paradise'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/SFHKEx4SaAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IeO1Gfy6yDU/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-633821597526859208</id><published>2008-06-01T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:23:23.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days to look forward to....</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody!  I know it's frustrating when you keep checking someone's blog and it's NEVER updated, so I wanted to let you all know that I'm in Hawaii right now and will post when I get back.  I felt like I needed to put a new post up so people didn't feel like they needed to keep commenting on the look of my blog!  Talk to you all soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-633821597526859208?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/633821597526859208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=633821597526859208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/633821597526859208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/633821597526859208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-to-look-forward-too.html' title='Days to look forward to....'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-6450650189630953280</id><published>2008-05-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:21:03.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamping Days</title><content type='html'>So if you haven't noticed, I redid my blog!  I have to give a HUGE shout out to the fabulous Britnee Fullmer, because without her I wouldn't have had a clue what I was doing.  She is so great, she even makes house calls!!  The downside of this new venture into photoshop and digital scrapbooking is that I am becoming obsessed.  Guess how much Josh wants to let me sit down and play around on the computer?  Right. So now my new bedtime is about 2am. I'm sure it will die down....right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-6450650189630953280?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/6450650189630953280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=6450650189630953280' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6450650189630953280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/6450650189630953280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/05/revamping-days.html' title='Revamping Days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3299799806188345905</id><published>2008-04-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:15:14.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_qNfbJpI/AAAAAAAAATI/8mkMOKHBspM/s1600-h/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_qNfbJpI/AAAAAAAAATI/8mkMOKHBspM/s320/144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184346484209559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_c9fbJoI/AAAAAAAAATA/NuMVWnTC_QM/s1600-h/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_c9fbJoI/AAAAAAAAATA/NuMVWnTC_QM/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184346256576292482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_Q9fbJnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KgO16-Mj2ac/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_Q9fbJnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KgO16-Mj2ac/s320/143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184346050417862258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_FNfbJmI/AAAAAAAAASw/PoTgtpk6GGA/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J6E9fbJWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ltk-eZJ1pbE/s320/178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184340346701292898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J5fdfbJVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vksTwRkLKQw/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J5fdfbJVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vksTwRkLKQw/s320/184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184339702456198482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J5TtfbJUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DX29Jlvj-4s/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J5TtfbJUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DX29Jlvj-4s/s320/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184339500592735554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am always apologizing for being such a bad blogger!  Sorry it's been awhile, but this way you get a lot more pictures to look at right?&lt;br /&gt;We'll begin with Chef Joshy.  He loves to cook, and sometimes I indulge him and let him use real food.  In this case he made delicious goldfish and pepper soup.  He loves to play "chef" with Daddy in which Josh's name is "Pizza guy" and Chad's name is "Chef."  When I am invited to play, I am "Gusteau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the big event of the past few months, Bethy's wedding!  Yep, Bethy and Justin tied the knot!  She was such a beautiful bride and it was a great day.  I think the highlight of the wedding dinner was when Josh, during a poignant pause in someone's speech, screamed "Oh no!  I peed in my pants!!!"  The whole place just errupted with laughter.  It was pretty embarrasing and then funny.  Josh then ended the evening by finding a trash can and lying down in it.  Am I a bad mom when the first thing I do is reach for the camera instaed of pulling my son out of the random trash can?!&lt;br /&gt;During the wedding it was so fun to have all my family here.  The next pictures are ones with cousins.  They had a lot of fun playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes St. Patricks day.  Josh made this little hat at the gym, and that's about all the celebrating we did of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes Easter.  We had a fun little Easter egg hunt with some friends, where Josh was racing around trying to beat his friend to all the eggs.  He had so much fun.  Then on Easter morning the Easter bunny brought him his new best friend, "Girl Duck."  That is what he named the big chick he got.  He then decided she was big enough to ride, and that's just what he did.  The other day when some of his little friends came and knocked on our door asking if Josh could ride bikes and scooters, Josh got really sad and said, "Oh I don't have a bike!  But that's ok because I have Girl Duck."  So he took Girl Duck outside and rode around on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is Josh's new obsession with dressing up and playing pretend.  I decided to post the more masculine version.  Much to Chad's dismay he loves to find my clothes and shoes and play "princess."  My favorite game he plays is with his Grandma and Grandpa called "baby."  Josh is the baby named "Nala", my mom is his mommy named "Grace" and Grandpa is the Daddy named "Maggie."  Unfortunately Maggie spends most of his time on time out as Nala loves to send him there.  The other day Chad and I got in on the action and we were named "Uncle Felix" and "Aunt Shirley," yet the twist is that I was Uncle Felix and Chad was Aunt Shirley!  We also found out that Nala had a sister named "Uncle Rusty."  We told Mommy Grace that she sure shose some interesting names for her children; a son named Nala and a daughter named Uncle Rusty!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post, thanks for reading...(if you did!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3299799806188345905?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3299799806188345905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3299799806188345905' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3299799806188345905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3299799806188345905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Spring Days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R_J_qNfbJpI/AAAAAAAAATI/8mkMOKHBspM/s72-c/144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3109301913280833255</id><published>2008-03-05T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:23:15.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking anyone?</title><content type='html'>So I'm not a scrapbooker by any means.  It just overwhelms me.  I do recap of the year pages for my mother in law and mom for Christmas every year and that's about it.  Anyway, I found out about this digital scrapbooking retreat up in Park City at the end of April, and I'm a little bit interested.  I think I could handle digital scrapbooking.  There's no mess, no going to the store or gluing and cutting.  So they have a lot of beginners classes in the beginning of the weekend and then more advanced later.  It would be helpful because I think they work through photoshop and that would be handy to know.  Anyway, it's only like $100 and that includes your stay at the Park City Marriot. I think it would be fun!  IF anyone out there is interesed let me know and I'll give you more info.  It could be a really fun girls weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3109301913280833255?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3109301913280833255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3109301913280833255' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3109301913280833255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3109301913280833255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/03/scrapbooking-anyone.html' title='Scrapbooking anyone?'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-701474323139803277</id><published>2008-02-14T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:43:33.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days O' Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R7QNO-21r7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/WohhUg893bo/s1600-h/Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R7QNO-21r7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/WohhUg893bo/s320/Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166769223543140274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the time this was posted, you'll note that I can't sleep tonight!  So let me be the first to wish you all a very happy valentines day.  I love you all!  I've been thinking about stuff I need to do tomorrow, and that took me down a stroll down memory lane...valentine lane if you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your best, or even better, worst valentines day?  I have to laugh as I think about Chad and my, shall we say, least succesful valentines day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad had made reservations for us up at The Roof.  Cheesy you say?  Well, I'm all for gazing off into the eternities while dining on a lovely buffet!  Anyway, I got off work late and therefore we were unable to make the reservation.  So where do you go on valentines night without a reservation?  Well that was the dilemma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chad had a great idea.  He had heard about this great new place that he wanted to try.  It was called Wallabys.  Yes, Wallabys.  Do you all know what Wallabys is?  If you don't, let's just say it wouldn't be your dream valentines meal.  So we're thinking it's a really nice steak house.  Chad said they did catering for really nice events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chad calls for directions and for some odd reason he asked what the dress was like there.  This is so not a Chad thing to do, and it's not like we ever dress up for dinner anyway.  Well, the reply was, "uh, I guess dressy to dressy casual."  And the best part about this fabulous new place was that they could get us in right away!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we really scored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set off for our fine dining experience and as we pull up, we knew something was amiss!  We enter expecting to give the hostess our name, but instead are shuffled immediatley in line to order our food.  Someone had seriously misrepresented this place.  After we order our hunk of barbecued meat, they hand us our paper plate and paper utensils.  And it's not even Chinet, it's the really thin, flimsy kind with the fluted edges.&lt;br /&gt;We just sat down and laughed.  The best part was  that the dress for this place was "dressy to dressy casual!"  It's still something we sit and laugh about.  So in that way, it was actually one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best one had to be our first one together before we were married.  Chad took me up to see figure skating during the Olympics.  It was so amazing!! (There, that was a much shorter story!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So share your best V-day stories with me and please have a wonderful day of love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-701474323139803277?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/701474323139803277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=701474323139803277' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/701474323139803277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/701474323139803277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/02/days-o-love.html' title='Days O&apos; Love'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R7QNO-21r7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/WohhUg893bo/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-1216682330260196195</id><published>2008-01-23T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:04:21.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump up the jams!</title><content type='html'>So the past few months, well just 2007 actually, was not a great one for my physique!  Therefore, in an unprecidented move, I have decided to get in better shape for the new year.  2008 here I come!  So I need all your help.  Tell me your favorite songs for working out.  You know the ones that come on and gives you that push to work harder?  I need some new ones.  And if there are any blog hoppers out there, please contribute as well!  I want all I can get.  So everyone think so you can help me bust a move while I'm slimming down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-1216682330260196195?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1216682330260196195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=1216682330260196195' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1216682330260196195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1216682330260196195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/01/pump-up-jams.html' title='Pump up the jams!'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-4076009557264385125</id><published>2008-01-22T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:20:16.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R5ZhDmpPLjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NsV5tmnVFnE/s1600-h/DSCN1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R5ZhDmpPLjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NsV5tmnVFnE/s320/DSCN1181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158417137740492338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Josh and his teddy modeling the latest addition to his wardrobe...BIG BOY UNDERWEAR!  I have to say I truly never thought this day would come.  After Christmas I decided enough was enough and it was time to potty train this kid.  He would say, "Mommy, is it time to ride the potty train?"  I think he was a little disapointed when the potty train turned out to be the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;   So I camped out with him in the bathroom for a day, pumping him full of fluids so that he'd have to go.  I have to say, this was a pretty frustrating day!  He just wasn't getting it and he was having accidents.  I was thinking maybe he wasn't ready, but then by the end of the day he was telling me when he had to go!  &lt;br /&gt;So he had the pee thing pretty much down by day 2, but the much larger battle was ahead of me....that's right, poop!  &lt;br /&gt;   If I thought day one was frustrating then I had no idea.  Josh pretty much had been holding his poop in for a day because he was scared to do it.  I was doing all I could as far as bribing him, but then he starting screaming at me, "No, I don't want treats!  I don't want treats!"  So then I pulled out the big guns.  I found a toy horse catalog that came with one of the horses he got for Christmas and told him to come sit on the potty, poop and pick out the horse he wanted for his prize.  This got him pretty excited, but shockingly, not enough to go through with it.  Finally, it got so bad, and so comical actually, that he was running around in circles holding his bottom, jumping up and down and hopping from one foot to the other because he had to go so badly.  He screamed, "Mom, if I poop I won't have a body!" Well no wonder he was scared!  This literally seemed like a life or death decision for him!  Anyway, in the end he sat on the potty and picked out the horse he wanted (which just arrived today, Bayberry is his name!), and finally went #2!&lt;br /&gt;   I wish I could say that was the end of the drama, but everytime it was time to poop we were faced with a lot of screaming and a lot of running around and hopping on one foot.  But one week later, I am happy to say that it looks like Josh is pretty much potty trained!  HOORAY!!!  Oh and let me tell you I have been peed on more times then anyone should and in an unfortunate turn of events, I knelt in poop!  Other than that, it wasn't too bad.  So I am officially done with diapers!  (For now I guess...that's kind of depressing!)&lt;br /&gt;ps- This Hellogoodbye song is in tribute to Joshy, he loves to get crazy and dance to this one.  Great job buddy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-4076009557264385125?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4076009557264385125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=4076009557264385125' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4076009557264385125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4076009557264385125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2008/01/potty-days.html' title='Potty Days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/R5ZhDmpPLjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NsV5tmnVFnE/s72-c/DSCN1181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-1499702203995608339</id><published>2007-10-31T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:52:11.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk9DqFGggI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5iX1zAysVSc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk9DqFGggI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5iX1zAysVSc/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127696783782609410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8yKFGgfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zUOS0KedI6I/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8yKFGgfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zUOS0KedI6I/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127696483134898674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8kKFGgeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xmw5YA_l3HU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8kKFGgeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xmw5YA_l3HU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127696242616730082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8U6FGgdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RscUycKHfAY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8U6FGgdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RscUycKHfAY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127695980623725010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8H6FGgcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/v4mwxi387IY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk8H6FGgcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/v4mwxi387IY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127695757285425602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk73KFGgbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BLsBwUL3hTk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk73KFGgbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BLsBwUL3hTk/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127695469522616754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk7oKFGgaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/woZ1muVzGI4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk7oKFGgaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/woZ1muVzGI4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127695211824578978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! Today was a fun day filled with candy, candy and lots more candy!  Currently we are enjoying Josh on his sugar high!  We let him come home and eat tons of his candy.  You can see above how he layed down on the ground to study his candy, deciding which would be the right selection for his next munching pleasure (you can also see in one of the pictures the amount of candy he took at each house!) We went over to grandmas Louise's for some trick or treating in Provo, then finished the night in Springville where Josh was scared to death by someone's house with a smoke machine and a decapitated monster.  He put his hands over his eyes and tried to run away!  Joshy loved being a cowboy riding his horse named Bullseye. Anyway I wanted to get these pics out fast for grandparents and family.  Hope you all had a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-1499702203995608339?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/1499702203995608339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=1499702203995608339' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1499702203995608339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/1499702203995608339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-days.html' title='Halloween Days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Ryk9DqFGggI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5iX1zAysVSc/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3858120183130389771</id><published>2007-10-28T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:01:11.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Days</title><content type='html'>Wow, I know another post...I'm really cookin! So here is our little rendezvous to the pumpkin patch.  My new calling in our ward is midweek activities leader and this was my first activity to plan.  I had never been to a pumpkin patch before and it was really fun.  Josh was looking for horses everywhere, of course, and also insisting that the squashes we saw were giant bananas for the horses to eat.  Sure Joshy, whatever you say!  Then we headed back to the church and painted the pumpkins.  As you can imagine when I asked Josh what he was painting on his he said, "horsies and maybe a little baby zebra".  Do I have a crazy child....yes!  But I love it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLbKFGgZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IdLkojjNQcU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLbKFGgZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IdLkojjNQcU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586680765481362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLQ6FGgYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rBVFoMRJl2I/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLQ6FGgYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rBVFoMRJl2I/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586504671822210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLCKFGgXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_iZl0MIAo-0/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLCKFGgXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_iZl0MIAo-0/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586251268751730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVK0qFGgWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zMSAPkOe7YU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVK0qFGgWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/zMSAPkOe7YU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586019340517730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVKUaFGgVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xD-uFLYSxyM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVKUaFGgVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xD-uFLYSxyM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126585465289736530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3858120183130389771?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3858120183130389771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3858120183130389771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3858120183130389771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3858120183130389771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-days.html' title='Pumpkin Days'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RyVLbKFGgZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IdLkojjNQcU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-3937762056178643561</id><published>2007-10-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:37:26.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1n9nCv9OI/AAAAAAAAANA/iLfQsN9zf1s/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1jd3Cv9CI/AAAAAAAAALg/QAVi0X4tUz4/s320/DSCN1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124361315660330018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1jHXCv9BI/AAAAAAAAALY/CBztNMS6kak/s1600-h/DSCN1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1jHXCv9BI/AAAAAAAAALY/CBztNMS6kak/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124360929113273362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1is3Cv9AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ncwHY9c9h_k/s1600-h/DSCN1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1is3Cv9AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ncwHY9c9h_k/s320/DSCN1155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124360473846739970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1iKHCv8_I/AAAAAAAAALI/uzTyMD7aQu0/s1600-h/DSCN1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1iKHCv8_I/AAAAAAAAALI/uzTyMD7aQu0/s320/DSCN1143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124359876846285810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1hynCv8-I/AAAAAAAAALA/s2EyfQO5dVE/s1600-h/DSCN1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1hynCv8-I/AAAAAAAAALA/s2EyfQO5dVE/s320/DSCN1134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124359473119359970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1hg3Cv89I/AAAAAAAAAK4/-jUTokdwIsc/s1600-h/RSCN1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1hg3Cv89I/AAAAAAAAAK4/-jUTokdwIsc/s320/RSCN1131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124359168176681938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1hCnCv88I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3IY50ZbusCs/s1600-h/DSCN1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1hCnCv88I/AAAAAAAAAKw/3IY50ZbusCs/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124358648485639106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1gYnCv86I/AAAAAAAAAKg/MECPYBFQ6Rc/s1600-h/DSCN1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1gYnCv86I/AAAAAAAAAKg/MECPYBFQ6Rc/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124357926931133346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back!! Sorry it's been so long but we are having computer difficulties.  It is still doing weird things which is why I couldn't write captions under the pictures.  I have a feeling there is an easy way to fix the problem, but Chad and I are a little technologically challenged!&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you what these pictures are of!  They start most recent back to Labor Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The first are of FHE tonight when we carved a pumpkin.  Chad and JOsh are making scary faces like the pumpkin.  &lt;br /&gt;Then the Children's museum in SLC where the famous life flight picture was taken.  NO there was no family emergency, they had a life sized helicopter the kids can play in.&lt;br /&gt;Next Josh and Chad with their fly swatters.  There were a few weeks when it seemed that we had a zillion flies in our house and Josh loved trying to kill them!  They are making tough faces.&lt;br /&gt;Then on to the UCLA Utah game, actually a pretty rotten experience but we got some cute pictures before the game! I'm with Chad's mom Annie and sister Holly in our #7 jersys.&lt;br /&gt;Then Josh's latest obsession (along with horses) putting any sort of material on his head and pretending it's hair.  Sometimes he brushes it, the other day he asked my to blow dry it.&lt;br /&gt;Next Chad and Joshy playing football on a picnic we had one night.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly comes labor day weekend.  We went to the zoo- heaven for Josh and Chad actually!  He is holding his lion he named Alex from the giftshop.  Then we went to the first BYU game with Grandpa Cole.  Josh was yelling "Go bruins!" the whole time- he thinks every football game is UCLA and uncle Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a little whirlwind tour of what we have been up to the past few months.  We also had some family pictures taken.  Go to Heathergeorgephotography.com, click on clients then type in Olson and you can see them.  If you do, give me some imput on which you like.  My wonderful cousin Hether took them for us and I think we got some keepers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-3937762056178643561?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/3937762056178643561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=3937762056178643561' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3937762056178643561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/3937762056178643561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-im-back-sorry-its-been-so-long-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rx1n9nCv9OI/AAAAAAAAANA/iLfQsN9zf1s/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-7306947047157299886</id><published>2007-10-03T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:07:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RwP2anCv8pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IzQsFQqbmow/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RwP2anCv8pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IzQsFQqbmow/s320/274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117204538640560786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-7306947047157299886?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7306947047157299886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=7306947047157299886' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7306947047157299886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7306947047157299886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RwP2anCv8pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IzQsFQqbmow/s72-c/274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-4713985188965522440</id><published>2007-09-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:17:36.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why UCLA?</title><content type='html'>I've had some people ask me why we are such crazy UCLA fans, so for those of you who don't know- Chad grew up in southern Cali and was a fan but the real reason is that his brother Ben is the quarterback for the team... so now we are crazy freakshow fans!! &lt;br /&gt;Now for another announcement...I'm preg...wait no that wasn't it.  Oh yeah I wanted to tell you all that we are having computer issues so I won't be able to do any interesting posts with pictures for awhile.  I knew you would all be dying to know! (and to clarify I am NOT pregnant!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-4713985188965522440?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4713985188965522440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=4713985188965522440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4713985188965522440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4713985188965522440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-ucla.html' title='Why UCLA?'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-246741561942464646</id><published>2007-09-09T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:59:23.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days for the Bruins!!!</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick little shout out for the good ol' Bruins of UCLA.  27- 17 baby!! I have to say that football season is a little too nerve-wracking for my taste.  This game had us going crazy, Chad even had to leave the house and go for a drive during the middle of it!  In the end the Bruins pulled it out and we were very relieved. Next it's on to kill the Utes (and I know all you haters and BYU cougs will not object to that!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-246741561942464646?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/246741561942464646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=246741561942464646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/246741561942464646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/246741561942464646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-days-for-bruins.html' title='Good days for the Bruins!!!'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-7137963085705230121</id><published>2007-08-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:56:41.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in Rome (I wish!)</title><content type='html'>My cute friend Kelli had this test on her blog and I thought it was kind of fun- by the way Kel, it looks like we need to plan a trip to Rome!  so click on the link below and take the test.  Let me know if you are coming on our Roman holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Rome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/rome.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big city soul with a small town heart&lt;br /&gt;Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand&lt;br /&gt;And gorgeous Italian people - could life get any better?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&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/5524323799219760169-7137963085705230121?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7137963085705230121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=7137963085705230121' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7137963085705230121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7137963085705230121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-belong-in-rome-youre-big-city-soul.html' title='Days in Rome (I wish!)'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-8418263742174832287</id><published>2007-08-20T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:32:16.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days with my great little helper</title><content type='html'>I am going to blow everyone's mind and do another post within days of my last one!  Lately Josh has been making me laugh and smile at every moment.  My mom told me the other day that I am a truly lucky lady with an enthusiastic and &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; little boy.  I was reminded of that again when today as I started doing the dishes, Joshy grabbed a chair and pushed it over to the sink and said "I'm gonna clean up too Mommy!"  He was so excited.  Even though his help should really be typed as "help," as it gets in my way and adds extra clean up for me, I am so grateful for his enthusiasm to help me that it's worth it.  I mean how long will helping me clean up be his favorite thing to do?  So here's to you my little helper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspk6N2FlpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IDxaiB_piBA/s1600-h/olson+526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101000479262217874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspk6N2FlpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IDxaiB_piBA/s320/olson+526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspklt2FloI/AAAAAAAAAII/cbUPqLjW_yg/s1600-h/olson+527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101000127074899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspklt2FloI/AAAAAAAAAII/cbUPqLjW_yg/s320/olson+527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell that he is in a horse phase (more like obsession) right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RspkOd2FlnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l7PKyxMlWZs/s1600-h/olson+521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100999727642941042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RspkOd2FlnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l7PKyxMlWZs/s320/olson+521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspjv92FlmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sLet2ORSP4M/s1600-h/olson+524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100999203656930914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspjv92FlmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sLet2ORSP4M/s320/olson+524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Joshy loaded the dishwasher, he was so proud of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100998829994776146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RspjaN2FllI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uSMun1S4yGc/s320/olson+525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wasn't really Josh helping me, but I thought it was funny.  He came and got me, so excited that he couldn't spit his words out.  Finally he told me that he had made movies for Spirit to watch, and this is what I found.  (Spirit is the wonderful horse movie on the TV- it has been Joshy's favorite for most of his life, but lately has made a comeback...again with the horse craze!)  He also got very upset when I called Spirit a boy- he thinks any horse with such beautiful hair must be a girl- maybe that's why he gave Spirit &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; to watch?&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/5524323799219760169-8418263742174832287?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8418263742174832287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=8418263742174832287' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8418263742174832287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8418263742174832287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/08/days-with-my-great-little-helper.html' title='Days with my great little helper'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rspk6N2FlpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IDxaiB_piBA/s72-c/olson+526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-8265341871519832000</id><published>2007-08-18T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:03:29.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days at Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I haven't updated &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;...sorry!  We went on a trip to Montana and I wanted to get those pics up before I did any others, but unfortunatley we didn't have a working camera up there (ahhhh- frustrating!) so we need to get pics from other people in order to have any.  So I decided those will come later. &lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we took Joshy to his paradise...a farm!  We headed up to the farm at Thanksgiving Point and he loved it.  He didn't want to leave, even in the 100 degree heat (notice his bright red face in the pics).  He got to pet a number of animals and the highlight was his two pony rides. Sometimes I wonder if we are born with certain characteristics or if they are learned- like, Chad enjoyed the farm probably as much as Josh did and kept telling him one day he'd have his own horse. Hmmmm.  Those two are peas in a pod! &lt;br /&gt;The next Monday I went with some friends back up to Thanksgiving Point to the children's Discovery Garden.  I had never been before and it was a cute place with lots of fun stuff for the kids.  The highlight was the Noah's Arc swimming area (again it was sooooo hot!  Why do I do this to myself?!) Joshy also enjoyed the bear, but he kept getting mad because he wanted to pet a real bear.  All in all Thanksgiving Point gave us some good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdnyt2FlkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dayroQsdFis/s1600-h/olson+511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100159224017950274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdnyt2FlkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dayroQsdFis/s320/olson+511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RsdnXd2FljI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ka-8jx1eRP8/s1600-h/olson+514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100158755866514994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RsdnXd2FljI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ka-8jx1eRP8/s320/olson+514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100158523938280994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RsdnJ92FliI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f2IVfay9ogE/s320/olson+513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100158339254687250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdm_N2FlhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zmUEsnFPv38/s320/olson+512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100158051491878402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdmud2FlgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vfX6pUq3dLw/s320/olson+515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100157750844167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdmc92FlfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ch_eWZ3uCFc/s320/olson+516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100157368592078306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RsdmGt2FleI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Nes1xgrkV4k/s320/olson+504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100156982045021650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RsdlwN2FldI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OrD0CUphgDE/s320/olson+496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100156694282212802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdlfd2FlcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qq9zIOM7DgQ/s320/olson+507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100155689259865506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdkk92FlaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/n9-Qj3EO2Kk/s320/olson+510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100155367137318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="322" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RsdkSN2FlZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A-xUd028zCo/s320/olson+509.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-8265341871519832000?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/8265341871519832000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=8265341871519832000' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8265341871519832000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/8265341871519832000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/08/days-at-thanksgiving-point.html' title='Days at Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/Rsdnyt2FlkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dayroQsdFis/s72-c/olson+511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-7179272859077230740</id><published>2007-07-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:47:16.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days to remember....more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today while cleaning up I found our other camera (maybe I should clean more often?!) and there were a few more pics I wanted to post. Most of these are of Ben and Andrea's wedding in St. George. The one's from the previous post were all from the Cali reception. I know mostly family will want to see them, so sorry if you are tired of seeing me in the same pink dress! The rest of the pics are from last fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqWA0HgL19I/AAAAAAAAAF0/z8-a5kZ_i3c/s1600-h/olson+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090616586667808722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqWA0HgL19I/AAAAAAAAAF0/z8-a5kZ_i3c/s320/olson+454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are 5 generations of Olsons...how cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090615847933433778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqWAJHgL17I/AAAAAAAAAFk/oWYrgzapfds/s320/olson+468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At one of Ben's games in the Rose Bowl with Holly and Joe. (I guess cause we know the QB we got to meet one of the cheerleaders...she even sat on Joe's lap!) Go Bruins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090615392666900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV_ungL16I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0TVVJaukT-I/s320/olson+438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;October 13, 2006...even though it was my birthday, we were celebrating little Ryan Reichman's entrance into the world the day before. Joshy was really excited to meet his new little buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Andrea's wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090614993234941842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV_XXgL15I/AAAAAAAAAFU/q-AyzybdJoo/s320/olson+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090613185053710162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV9uHgL11I/AAAAAAAAAE0/sVBfY6ZJHrY/s320/olson+429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090612248750839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV83ngL10I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BHJucCUchBI/s320/olson+424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of hunky brothers....uh-uh ladies they are all now officially taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090613580190701410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV-FHgL12I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7PvY7vRpoF8/s320/olson+435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here are two of the foxy wives now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception at The Entrada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090611772009469746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV8b3gL1zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZBCdBuptmJ8/s320/olson+392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090611333922805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV8CXgL1yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M7TT4lbAq40/s320/olson+379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here are Gavin and Josh in their GQ training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090611024685160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV7wXgL1xI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4Yk7iY7V7sQ/s320/olson+408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090610702562612994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqV7dngL1wI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Qq1jYBeOwoo/s320/olson+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Go Joshy go! Josh was bustin a move on the dance floor when he wasn't throwing rocks in the pond or playing in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the last of the re-cap pictures, I promise all postings will now be new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-7179272859077230740?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/7179272859077230740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=7179272859077230740' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7179272859077230740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/7179272859077230740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-to-remembermore.html' title='Days to remember....more!'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqWA0HgL19I/AAAAAAAAAF0/z8-a5kZ_i3c/s72-c/olson+454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524323799219760169.post-4557563014605363356</id><published>2007-07-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:53:19.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello! Welcome to the Olson family blog! I feel so behind the times just joining the blogging world, but I am excited to finally get started. I decided to put some pictures up to highlight what has been going on in our lives the past year, so enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089870885855941890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLamngL1QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xFjVzlSwGIg/s320/olson+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Josh on Halloween showing what he does when you ask him to give you a big smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089872492173710610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLcEHgL1RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LbOAoRbdFaY/s320/olson+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh turned two in November and it was all about Elmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to visit Emily in Hawaii for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090227509875430882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQe83gL1eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ieZ6SsVW1KY/s320/olson+359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090241494288946850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQrq3gL1qI/AAAAAAAAADc/lSORdKiPMQ8/s320/olson+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Josh and Mommy as wisemen in the nativity on Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089874046951871794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLdengL1TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6fhX8DT6vVU/s320/olson+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089875915262645586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLfLXgL1VI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kJDojxEDP9s/s320/olson+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the glass bottom boat, looking for sea turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089877250997474658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLgZHgL1WI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SwDUhhQNl7A/s320/olson+365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sisters in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089877925307340146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLhAXgL1XI/AAAAAAAAABE/3gNPIub9vKQ/s320/olson+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090240652475356818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQq53gL1pI/AAAAAAAAADU/gFt07E7uZek/s320/olson+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben (Chad's bro) and Andrea's wedding in May:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089878822955505026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLh0ngL1YI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xlrt-SLwrkA/s320/olson+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089879454315697554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLiZXgL1ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/FVflD-Jwc-Q/s320/olson+362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089879926762100130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLi03gL1aI/AAAAAAAAABc/Or4p4_UhYwA/s320/olson+364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089880605366932914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLjcXgL1bI/AAAAAAAAABk/qPjK3o402p0/s320/olson+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089880996208956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLjzHgL1cI/AAAAAAAAABs/OAHcDlpB-es/s320/olson+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Josh stayed clean for about 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090226809795761618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQeUHgL1dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YI09oyZmE1c/s320/olson+360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some of the flowers we did for the reception...we were so proud of ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090228089696015858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQfengL1fI/AAAAAAAAACE/I4LARpkM1YQ/s320/olson+370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229004524049922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQgT3gL1gI/AAAAAAAAACM/M00fWya0TjU/s320/olson+350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Josh and cousin Sam at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229476970452498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQgvXgL1hI/AAAAAAAAACU/N1-u_zYOgd8/s320/olson+366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the 4th of July parade (J0sh really did have a good time despite the look in this picture!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090229979481626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQhMngL1iI/AAAAAAAAACc/i6JHOVBi2-E/s320/olson+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A treat while watching fireworks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090249100676028082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQylngL1rI/AAAAAAAAADk/cslD2KnLzTY/s320/olson+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090230374618617394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQhjngL1jI/AAAAAAAAACk/5w4JNjiCifs/s320/olson+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yikes! This is one of myfavorite looks for Chad, I think he can really pull it off. We met Bethany's boyfriend on the 4th, so Chad put on my extensions to make a good impression. Any votes on a good name for his alter ego? I like Kenny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090231985231353410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQjBXgL1kI/AAAAAAAAACs/MR7tns6N5Mk/s320/olson+368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The little gang: Jane, Sam and Josh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090232745440564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQjtngL1lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xJpv5Vt0aVY/s320/olson+371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Grandma and Martha's 60th B0day Bash. Because they were born in '47, we crowned the Days of 47 queens&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090233527124612706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQkbHgL1mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CrN4JQV-1TM/s320/olson+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Grandmas B-day (with two little snitchers!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090249628957005506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQzEXgL1sI/AAAAAAAAADs/DC9g8zs6wL0/s320/olson+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Josh went to see Daddy get a haircut and then begged to get one too (even though he has no hair to cut!) He was so mesmerized with what was going on, he could't take his eyes off the mirror to look at the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090234377528137330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqQlMngL1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/Amn-YisDjtw/s320/olson+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I figured Chad would be mad if I didn't include any pictures of another "member of the family" (some of us wouldn't really use that term!) This is Casey, our beloved dog. He's been with us for about two years. (If you would like to see more photos, just ask- Chad does a comprehensive photo shoot quite frequently! We have some great shots of Casey from every angle and in different settings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed the little re-cap, see you soon with more updates!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5524323799219760169-4557563014605363356?l=3olsons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/feeds/4557563014605363356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5524323799219760169&amp;postID=4557563014605363356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4557563014605363356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524323799219760169/posts/default/4557563014605363356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3olsons.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-to-remember.html' title='Days to remember'/><author><name>Chad and Margaret Olson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13239685883471648259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dyi8Z6ewyhI/RqLamngL1QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xFjVzlSwGIg/s72-c/olson+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
