<?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-1864526437759194384</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:31:57.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aLeX, cHeLsEa, TeSsA, &amp; SuLLiVaN OsBoRnE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4503510648332696313</id><published>2012-01-09T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:02:57.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex called me this morning to tell me I've been slacking in blogging. Thanks boo. So anyway, since I don't really have anything to blog about except Christmas, that's the subject!! I know it was basically a month ago, but we had a great Christmas this year, so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas Eve we go to my parent's house for a huge dinner and presents. And huge might be an understatement. Seriously, we had to have 3 separate tables of food...it was ridic you guys. But of course, we have no pictures of that. What I did manage to get was a picture of my lil family. I also tried something out with Tessa's hair, on account of me not really having any. And I think I nailed it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695777829693132194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8hvm28qbJo/Twt3wjJnjaI/AAAAAAAAB58/EUUvaotwgiw/s320/20120101_15.JPG" /&gt;My cute lil family. Sullivan isn't bruised, Alex gave him a highlighter to play with. And that doesn't come off.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695777839079488354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9k3iM15fDY/Twt3xGHf-2I/AAAAAAAAB6M/AGXjlg1vfBQ/s320/20120101_22.JPG" /&gt;This wasn't a great picture of her hair, but it was all pin curled and then she has a super cute bump thing on the front. She was very vintage. And tattooed up, like her daddy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695782580498590722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTXEBBp-3nQ/Twt8FFR57AI/AAAAAAAAB68/BOBAqc-bR-4/s320/20120101_23.JPG" /&gt;Better picture of her hair. And their LeapPad's they all got. And Sophie-that girl can do some photos.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next morning we had our little Christmas celebration. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695777865056053714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nP_Ozh1QxXc/Twt3ym4y6dI/AAAAAAAAB6g/6jdTHe3QE1g/s320/20120101_28.JPG" /&gt;Tessa had been asking and asking for this little storytelling Belle. She talks to all of her little friends and reads stories and sings to you. She played with her for a little bit, then asked if we could text Santa to return her so she could buy more games for her LeapPad that my parents gave her. He said it was cool. (That thing costs way more than it should.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695777862822848370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaQgt52XkCM/Twt3yekW53I/AAAAAAAAB6U/-A3G9Fboc3c/s320/20120101_24.JPG" /&gt;Sully was super excited for all of his toys, that he ran into the kitchen and found this old candy in the drawer. This is what he carried around for most of the day. Successful Christmas.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695782586984404898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DERZ7j9wWWA/Twt8FdcPl6I/AAAAAAAAB7I/P2wd09lxd9Y/s320/20120101_36.JPG" /&gt;So all Alex wanted for Christmas/his birthday was an iPad. He researched them and found the best deal, and pretty much just bought it for himself. I even made him go pick it up from the store when it was delivered (I know, but have you tried taking two kids to Wal Mart alone? Better yet, have you tried taking Sullivan anywhere?!) I at least wrapped it. So he had no surprises at all.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695777875487454626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aa0W6HCJkk/Twt3zNv1daI/AAAAAAAAB6s/1L5gJVpUX10/s320/20120101_37.JPG" /&gt;I, on the other hand, was shocked. He got me an iPad too!! It's like the Gift of the Magi. (JK, it's not at all like that.)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Osborne's for their celebration. They make a big breakfast and we all get to exchange presents with each other, which is always fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695782607482348690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6th2-ffRtYU/Twt8GpzVZJI/AAAAAAAAB7U/AuToYkuNtJM/s320/20120101_41.JPG" /&gt; This is the first picture (I think) with all the cousins on the Osborne side. I realize my family outweighs this 2-1, but oh man aren't they all so cute. Molly is almost 3 months old and has more hair than Sullivan.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695782609247160178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qt4det5vyPw/Twt8GwYGR3I/AAAAAAAAB7g/2XJoo0V3j8k/s320/20120101_45.JPG" /&gt;Molly with her most fave aunt. I know I look like I'm in pain, but this was seriously the 5th picture Alex took. So I kinda was.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695782855953871122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joqPH-3IjUk/Twt8VHbj8RI/AAAAAAAAB74/xI1uou_abG0/s320/20120101_60.JPG" /&gt;Jordy had me this year and did not disappoint (I think he had help from Alex). I have been asking for Romy and Michele's High School Reunion since Alex and I got married. So 7 years later, I finally got it. From his little brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway-this was a super long post, but our Christmas was awesome, obvi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4503510648332696313?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4503510648332696313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4503510648332696313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4503510648332696313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4503510648332696313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8hvm28qbJo/Twt3wjJnjaI/AAAAAAAAB58/EUUvaotwgiw/s72-c/20120101_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-9099215940408201487</id><published>2011-12-10T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:23:02.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They so get me...</title><content type='html'>So this morning when I logged into my emails, I got a lovely message from Amazon with their recommendations for me. I believe this is based on previous purchases, but as I read them I thought, "Oh Amazon, you get me..." But then when I read them to Alex, his response was "huh. That's funny. That's pretty sad." So here they are-if you know me, you'll totally get this. I just copied the email, so don't try to READ MORE like it says. But I do have more to this blog on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea Osborne,&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com has new recommendations for you based on items you purchased or told us you own. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684564562593214978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXCPkEkERYk/TuOhWgAkcgI/AAAAAAAAB4c/5HuO8UESuYQ/s320/the%2Bbig%2Bgreen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Green DVD ~ Steve Guttenberg&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $14.99 Price: $12.49 You Save: $2.50 (17%)&lt;br /&gt;The biggest game in the world comes to the smallest town in America in this action-packed comedy about a group of bored misfits who become local soccer heroes. A winning family film from the people who brought you ANGELS IN... Read more&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684564566925825186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-988QQ38MHEI/TuOhWwJi1KI/AAAAAAAAB4s/iEtVh8-GMFk/s320/dr%2Bhorr%2Bstory.jpg" /&gt; Dr. Horrible and Other Horrible Stories by Zack Whedon, Joelle Jones, Jim Rugg, Farel Dalrymple, Eric Canete&lt;br /&gt;Price: $9.99&lt;br /&gt;Based on the Emmy Award-winning web series Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, this collection of stories written by Zack Whedon (Deadwood, Fringe) chronicles some of the earliest adventures in the lives of archenemies Captain... Read more &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684564572287426610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYcFEfr6NNA/TuOhXEH2YDI/AAAAAAAAB40/CXX8jzpicQE/s320/rainboot.jpg" /&gt;Joy Fish Commercial Grade Fishing/Rain Boots (White) by JOY FISH&lt;br /&gt;$18.95 Sold by: Lee Fisher International, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Commercial Grade Boots: Made of High Quality PVC Material. Soft, Strong, and Comfortable. &lt;strong&gt;Resistant to Many Chemicals and Acids&lt;/strong&gt;. Not individually packaged... Read more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684564575803907602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QkFX0DuZixE/TuOhXROPnhI/AAAAAAAAB48/8qUK5foScPA/s320/blank%2Bcheck.jpg" /&gt;Blank Check DVD ~ Brian Bonsall&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $19.99 Price: $11.99 You Save: $8.00 (40%)&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a little quick thinking and 11-year-old Preston Waters' life becomes a million-dollar adventure! When a crook runs over Preston's bike, he thinks it's his unlucky day. But when a quick settlement puts a blank... Read more &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684565199567682850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7cFmqybtR-A/TuOh7k7HfSI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/jGOkniF0T1M/s320/troop%2Bbeverly%2Bhills.jpg" /&gt;Troop Beverly Hills DVD ~ Shelley Long&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $9.99 Price: $4.99 You Save: $5.00 (50%)&lt;br /&gt;Shelley Long discovers that when the going gets tough, the tough go camping in Troop Beverly Hills, a comedy about lifestyles of the rich and outrageous. Flamboyantly wealthy Phyllis Nefler (Long) has everything money can... Read more &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684565198337282306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcc2599Kt0A/TuOh7gVxEQI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ITmv1ULcAls/s320/mad%2Bscien.jpg" /&gt;Mad Scientist Adult Costume by Charades&lt;br /&gt;$25.84 - $39.99&lt;br /&gt;Drive the party to the point of insanity in our Mad Scientist Adult Costume. As a brilliant genius gone mad, you can utterly lose sight of reality and go crazy! Our men's Mad Scientist Costume includes a deluxe white lab coat... Read more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684564578679930626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-EUyLOlfK4/TuOhXb78PwI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/80DdMvrx0VQ/s320/cool%2Brunnings.jpg" /&gt;Cool Runnings DVD ~ John Candy&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $14.99 Price: $10.99 You Save: $4.00 (27%)&lt;br /&gt;Based on an improbable but true story, Cool Runnings concerns the Jamaican bobsled team that competed in the 1988 Winter Olympics. Director Jon Turteltaub (Phenomenon) does a fine job with both the absurdity of the situation... Read more &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684565202696439010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57eZ7VCxwIo/TuOh7wlEhOI/AAAAAAAAB5w/P7QWDekBgiQ/s320/dr%2Bhorr%2Bbook.jpg" /&gt;Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog Book by Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $19.95 Price: $13.57 You Save: $6.38 (32%)&lt;br /&gt;Joss Whedon’s Emmy award-winning musical tragicomedy tells the story of Billy, aka Dr Horrible, a budding supervillain who wants to beat superhero Captain Hammer and take over the world... and pluck up the courage to... Read more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I totally get all of the Dr. Horrible stuff and even the Mad Scientist stuff, for obvious reasons. But Amazon missed the mark with Cool Runnings...I don't feel the rhythm and I don't feel the rhyme. I only feel Joss Whedon creations. My favorite part is that the rain boots are resistant to MOST chemicals...so probably a pretty solid purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who doesn't love The Big Green. I bet most people get that in their recommendations.&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/1864526437759194384-9099215940408201487?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/9099215940408201487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=9099215940408201487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/9099215940408201487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/9099215940408201487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/12/they-so-get-me.html' title='They so get me...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXCPkEkERYk/TuOhWgAkcgI/AAAAAAAAB4c/5HuO8UESuYQ/s72-c/the%2Bbig%2Bgreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7199974692796828504</id><published>2011-11-29T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:14:46.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year from today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex will be 30! How gross is that!? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680497831570298002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNooYK6MFdM/TtUurmYf1JI/AAAAAAAAB4U/JcvxiSklS5U/s320/20111127_125.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Golden Birthday boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex is 29 today, as you may have guessed. I just wanted to shout out to this guy...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680497822442189650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7s0mYzRMM/TtUurEYL81I/AAAAAAAAB4E/uuCvOuKGq_8/s320/Osborne%2B116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't miss an opportunity to post these pictures.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680497819029522850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y5lCd204gc/TtUuq3qiyaI/AAAAAAAAB34/z3P5mB7_EdA/s320/Osborne%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I love these more than the actual person in them...jk babe, I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7199974692796828504?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7199974692796828504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7199974692796828504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7199974692796828504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7199974692796828504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-year-from-today.html' title='One year from today...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNooYK6MFdM/TtUurmYf1JI/AAAAAAAAB4U/JcvxiSklS5U/s72-c/20111127_125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4466951710547261621</id><published>2011-11-28T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:15:54.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So even though I'm almost a month behind, I felt the need to blog! Tessa's birthday was the beginning of this month and since she was turning 5 I decided she should have an awesome birthday party. But holy crap, this is the last party she's ever having. She's finally at an age where she has a bunch of little friends, so she wanted all of them to come. Then, she has a bunch of cousins who she loves, so they all came too. So 17 kids under 5 later, I was spent. BUT, I nailed it. I totally almost Taylor-ed her birthday party and just had an awesome luncheon for my friends, but then I realized I only have like 2 friends that aren't my sisters/sister in laws and one lives out of state, so yeah... She had a bakery themed birthday party, so we converted our garage into a little bake shop thing...we had to line it with plastic from floor to ceiling. Alex then told me that we make an excellent kill room (Dexter fans will get this) and I said, "you wouldn't know, you don't even watch Dexter.." but I totally agree. We rocked it. Here are pictures...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151646273695746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WLxIwU3t54/TtPz09p-cAI/AAAAAAAAB2M/_7loNIR9ULo/s320/20111127_30.JPG" /&gt; Tessa in her newly decorated apron. And she was dumping sprinkles on her cookie.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151653028193906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUV1F40tB-A/TtPz1W0X5nI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/LP9CO0t7dfw/s320/20111127_24.JPG" /&gt;One half of the party room. This is where my family mostly sat with the twins that live by us. When they sat down they said to Stone, "yeah, we're twins." It was fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151660461555170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNodABdIo70/TtPz1ygn_eI/AAAAAAAAB2k/zw18dsOp83U/s320/20111127_27.JPG" /&gt;The other half. I didn't get a picture of the food table, but it was cute. I put cookie cutters in jars and everything.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151669646482530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-idMQupLB4/TtPz2Uue3GI/AAAAAAAAB2w/Ld-Tl6XPzMY/s320/20111127_48.JPG" /&gt;This is the picture I got of the food table. Dexter kept stealing oreos, taking a bite, then putting them back. He just didn't want anyone else to have them. But Sebs didn't care, he ate 3.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680153684882214722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtOCy408aPE/TtP1roEHz0I/AAAAAAAAB3I/0NyQPuPa-VI/s320/20111127_46.JPG" /&gt;See? Look how happy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680151685277031282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1xr4Uv1nzY/TtPz3O9GG3I/AAAAAAAAB28/0MRpBFNK2mk/s320/20111127_49.JPG" /&gt;This is Tessa opening presents. She was super excited for everything, as seen here.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680153687931199026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mA_jAwFLqT4/TtP1rzbDnjI/AAAAAAAAB3U/R7nwlyTqA8A/s320/20111127_56.JPG" /&gt;Gift of the year for her would be this outfit-way to go Stone and Seb...or your parents. She seriously lived in it for a week until I finally had to wash it. Look at that form...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680153699756208802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FX5BialvOz8/TtP1sfeW8qI/AAAAAAAAB3g/KodwluygGgc/s320/20111127_60.JPG" /&gt;Then she got to be a special person at school, so she made a poster and took cupcakes. Last year she had just gotten her shots, which I like to do to my children right around their birthdays, so she was sick on her day. Not this year-she was crazy fine.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680153706798253954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgsqCzs1ypk/TtP1s5tUB4I/AAAAAAAAB3s/2wKQ9UP1cTM/s320/20111127_62.JPG" /&gt;And can't forget this lil guy. Little do you guys know that right before this he stole a cupcake from her...then right after he pulled her hair. He's a sweetie. And spare me the comments about how red his hair looks...I know, and I'm fine with it. It's fine. It's fine. I'm fine. It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;We had a little party with my family and Alex's family, but I don't have those pictures on the computer yet, so sorry families...you guys were all there, so you know what it was like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4466951710547261621?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4466951710547261621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4466951710547261621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4466951710547261621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4466951710547261621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/11/tessas-birthday.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WLxIwU3t54/TtPz09p-cAI/AAAAAAAAB2M/_7loNIR9ULo/s72-c/20111127_30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-203049066664210714</id><published>2011-11-14T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:50:41.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So August-December is huge for birthdays for the Madsen/Osborne family. That's why I have a billion birthday posts for people. Even though they don't read my blog, I like to give shout outs whenever possible. Me and TRL. So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674909272631839298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTtPmE-kqk4/TsFT6p_KikI/AAAAAAAAB1o/KdyzoqZHrW0/s320/20111101_18.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my dad, Red Masen. Or Ted Madsen depending on who is sending him mail. He is 58 years old today...you could probably tell by his awesome spectacles he is wearing in this picture, which you may have seen on Instagram already. We were playing Horror Movie Trivie on Halloween, and he had to borrow my mom's glasses.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674909279998674722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Xv-lRpZMQ/TsFT7FbjhyI/AAAAAAAAB1w/tMDlLE5QGug/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Obviously Sully and my dad. I have this picture in our house, and Sullivan finally figured out that the guy in the picture and his grandpa are the same person. He still has no idea who that baby is though...bless his heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674909285490014162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaCFmzWoAfM/TsFT7Z4yt9I/AAAAAAAAB2E/n8b0Cco7TAI/s320/DSC_0576.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad is super cool, guys. I know everyone thinks that, but you probably haven't met my dad. Plus he's totally in the mob. We think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-203049066664210714?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/203049066664210714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=203049066664210714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/203049066664210714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/203049066664210714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTtPmE-kqk4/TsFT6p_KikI/AAAAAAAAB1o/KdyzoqZHrW0/s72-c/20111101_18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7032599942872144250</id><published>2011-11-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:50:04.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Birthday Tessa Dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2gsxzgdl6s/TrgX4aOWb4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/ncoJNFgWM18/s1600/20111030_3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672309988552765314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2gsxzgdl6s/TrgX4aOWb4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/ncoJNFgWM18/s320/20111030_3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG right guys? Tessa is 5 years old today. I can't believe I have a 5 year old...I'm still so young, so it's crayzay. She woke up today in the best of moods, as she always does, and told me 'not to touch her because she has to wake up to being 5 years old'...Bless her lil heart. I then asked her if she felt older and wiser, and she said "No, stop looking at me." So five years old is off to a great start! Feels about the same as when she was four...but you've got to love her little attitude. She perked up when she was finally awake enough, so she doesn't always talk like that...she's not a morning person, like her mother. Anyway, I'll post more about all her birthday celebratory events when I get the pictures up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESSA! WE LOVE YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7032599942872144250?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7032599942872144250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7032599942872144250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7032599942872144250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7032599942872144250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-happy-birthday-tessa-dear.html' title='Happy, Happy Birthday Tessa Dear!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2gsxzgdl6s/TrgX4aOWb4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/ncoJNFgWM18/s72-c/20111030_3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6026975767079681722</id><published>2011-10-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:39:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm the worst. I realized that I totally forgot to give a shout out for my nephew Stone's b-day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY STONEY!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdP7WTWCMWk/TqY7WhpMZaI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6ovIpRSFDDg/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667282439266657698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdP7WTWCMWk/TqY7WhpMZaI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6ovIpRSFDDg/s320/DSC_0578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know-cutest picture ever. Stone is Tessa's best friend. They fight like brother and sister, but absolutely love each other. This lil guy turned 5 the other day! I remember the day he was born...for realsies, it will forever be burned into my brain-I walked into the delivery moments after he was delivered...no one told me it would be so terrifying. But I can't believe he's 5. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND-on another birthday note-Alex's little sister Leslie had her baby girl (finally, right Les?). I'll let her blog all about the new addition, but I figured I'd share the pictures of my family with her. This is Molly Sue! And we're totally jealous of her full head of hair...well, Sully is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ6QxPK1_P0/TqY7WDJnFQI/AAAAAAAAB1A/WmDeKOQKNNc/s1600/Tess%2Band%2BMolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667282431081125122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ6QxPK1_P0/TqY7WDJnFQI/AAAAAAAAB1A/WmDeKOQKNNc/s320/Tess%2Band%2BMolly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tessa predicted she'd have a full head of hair-and I was shocked when she was right...but Tess has always been pretty clairvoyant. If you can't see, it's in a curled mohawk. Like full on curled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dXJcst5zWg/TqY7VtenDrI/AAAAAAAAB00/c2n68kftDEg/s1600/Sully%2Band%2BMolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667282425263623858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dXJcst5zWg/TqY7VtenDrI/AAAAAAAAB00/c2n68kftDEg/s320/Sully%2Band%2BMolly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the closest he's allowed to be to her. Because I'm terrified he'll hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rk44JOkIznM/TqY7VeufWpI/AAAAAAAAB0k/xFlEhhfsKr0/s1600/Chels%2Band%2BMolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667282421303696018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rk44JOkIznM/TqY7VeufWpI/AAAAAAAAB0k/xFlEhhfsKr0/s320/Chels%2Band%2BMolly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why I'm a huge dork in pictures...but I am. I love her sooo much. (said while crying. Raising Arizona.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffLrQXBPSlM/TqY7VAxyxkI/AAAAAAAAB0c/6zmCdBTapJI/s1600/Alex%2Band%2BMolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667282413264488002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffLrQXBPSlM/TqY7VAxyxkI/AAAAAAAAB0c/6zmCdBTapJI/s320/Alex%2Band%2BMolly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't get over how adorable this picture is. Alex was seriously so excited for this baby. Even though we have to share grandparents now, look how cute he is looking at her. Baby hungry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not. I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6026975767079681722?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6026975767079681722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6026975767079681722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6026975767079681722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6026975767079681722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdP7WTWCMWk/TqY7WhpMZaI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6ovIpRSFDDg/s72-c/DSC_0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-758230960622908506</id><published>2011-09-27T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:17:20.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow-blog much Chels? I know I do. So Tessa started preschool again this year, which she was super excited for because apparently they are learning to read. And in her own words "someone needs to teach me to read, because you (as in me, her loving mother) aren't doing a thing around here." So naturally I decided to focus on what was most important as she started school-her outfit. And we nailed it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657196857721182338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBWAwsKgRmA/ToJmkajtWII/AAAAAAAAB0E/6XcFY752gGY/s320/20110917_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First day of school pose. Yep. It's a denim mini skirt and knee high riding boots...I remember having one of these every year on our front porch. One year I swear I was wearing a windbreaker...it was during my fat stage.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657196865277863650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIcqUMd5Mpk/ToJmk2tXJuI/AAAAAAAAB0M/6rA46Lq1BzU/s320/20110917_8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tessa on the cute bench outside of her class. She got so embarrassed that I made her sit there so I could take her picture. I mean it was a full on eye roll and "MOM-MY!" Bless her heart.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657196867218072786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCoreM5Fd9Y/ToJmk978ZNI/AAAAAAAAB0U/abXjZy3vRB8/s320/20110917_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tessa and her BFF, Gracie. We totally carpool with her. I'll keep you all posted on her reading progress-so far she can read Cat. But I think she actually memorized what it looks like, so we'll see.&lt;/span&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/1864526437759194384-758230960622908506?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/758230960622908506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=758230960622908506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/758230960622908506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/758230960622908506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/09/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBWAwsKgRmA/ToJmkajtWII/AAAAAAAAB0E/6XcFY752gGY/s72-c/20110917_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3201092100429496743</id><published>2011-09-27T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:08:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So a few days before Tessa started preschool, which is highlighted later, we decided she needed to get a haircut...and feather extensions. So we went on down to Cookie Cutters...where there was a 3 hour wait. So we went back 3 hours later! And it was seriously shocking how much hair they cut. This girl had a lot of hair.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657194826748192114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqhy_8wSrcI/ToJkuMmA5XI/AAAAAAAABzs/W_RmEQgUZtk/s320/20110917_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before-she was trying her hardest not to pose...but it got her hand.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657194835321339458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5oD8nNAbCM/ToJkusiAvkI/AAAAAAAABz8/xwjaX51W1jg/s320/20110917_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657194830787504386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPQX8PO7bRc/ToJkubpD6QI/AAAAAAAABz0/1DszE9Td0kY/s320/20110917_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-ugh I love her.&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/1864526437759194384-3201092100429496743?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3201092100429496743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3201092100429496743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3201092100429496743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3201092100429496743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/09/tessas-transformation.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Transformation'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqhy_8wSrcI/ToJkuMmA5XI/AAAAAAAABzs/W_RmEQgUZtk/s72-c/20110917_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2560820342609124002</id><published>2011-09-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:02:09.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In Alex's massive effort to get Tessa to become a lesbian, we signed her up for soccer...again. JK, it was my idea this time. I didn't want her to be the only one of her friends not on the team...it would be like Rudy, except she doesn't want to play. So here are her pictures! And for the record, I don't think soccer players are lesbians. They are just headed in the right direction...ha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657193501846742722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIgufi0WMBw/ToJjhE85JsI/AAAAAAAABzU/Ovw08QMDkCc/s320/20110917_14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Tessa, lil number 10. Look at that form...you would never think, "hey, this girl is more worried about her lip gloss" but she is...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657193513358084722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jU7vp7rR6g/ToJjhv1aSnI/AAAAAAAABzk/FNF2Gy72ycs/s320/20110917_50.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her team pictures. This was the best one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657193505180094258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdCrSOeXc-E/ToJjhRXoDzI/AAAAAAAABzc/3jVznH5dwNM/s320/20110917_65.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Tessa-she's like Hope Solo (that's the one on Dancing with the Stars).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2560820342609124002?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2560820342609124002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2560820342609124002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2560820342609124002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2560820342609124002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/09/try-2.html' title='Try #2'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIgufi0WMBw/ToJjhE85JsI/AAAAAAAABzU/Ovw08QMDkCc/s72-c/20110917_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-9078116199947690690</id><published>2011-08-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:49:13.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birtthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To this lil guy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647047190866102834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHlYwRgyCGM/Tl5XgDFxCjI/AAAAAAAABzM/_IzkFYA8JmI/s320/DSC_0160_086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebs is 3 today!!!! Your Aunt Chi-Chi loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND-Monday was this kid's b-day&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647047184331006546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RH_gKfUArpY/Tl5XfqvrYlI/AAAAAAAABzE/4RLFc77bEsk/s320/DSC_0310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Carter!!! You can still call me Chelsea...I feel like you might be too old for Chi-Chi...and I know neither of these kids will read this, but oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-9078116199947690690?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/9078116199947690690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=9078116199947690690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/9078116199947690690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/9078116199947690690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birtthday.html' title='Happy Birtthday!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHlYwRgyCGM/Tl5XgDFxCjI/AAAAAAAABzM/_IzkFYA8JmI/s72-c/DSC_0160_086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8517844882915293289</id><published>2011-08-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:43:02.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California-this is super long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I don't really have a clever introduction for this post...I'm feeling under the weather. But be warned this may be the longest post I've ever done. So I'll just dive right in. We went to California with Alex's family a little bit ago and it was super fun! It is so nice to be able to go on a vacay and just hang with the fam. PLUS, Sullivan was glued to Alex's dad the entire time, and Tessa doesn't really care for us, so we basically didn't even have to watch our kids the whole time. JK, we watched them...while other people held them and fed them. Alex took like 500 pictures, so I'll just get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy's sister and her kids all live in Cali, so when we go we get to spend time with them. Alex's cousin's in laws (are you following me) are building a house in an area that has access to a private beach, so on the first day we were there we got to hang out all day. It is seriously the best. I mean, when I go to the beach I don't usually get in the water or get up to walk on the sand, but it is really nice to be able to sit and watch everyone else when it's just your family to watch. I just really hate strangers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640579309585274674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jfgf2msjoYg/Tkdc_zs_lzI/AAAAAAAABvk/hb8MS-oAGPU/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" /&gt;Our family picture. Sullivan was dying to get away from me and eat sand...so was Alex.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640576841435123762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9nREKR8T5o/TkdawJIJEDI/AAAAAAAABtE/nZWjmGV_ILU/s320/16.jpg" /&gt; Tessa and Ella-and a starfish. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640578693113917506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CU1BixHWIfg/Tkdcb7KxMEI/AAAAAAAABvU/ociFdlvHrnA/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" /&gt;Obviously, this is Alex and me. It's just a cute picture.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640578684227377698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1eKlvylXxPQ/TkdcbaEDWiI/AAAAAAAABvE/9YzntJYG6pc/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" /&gt;There is a little cove with a bunch of sea urchins and starfish stuck to these rocks, so Sullivan had the time of his life just poking them. They would squirt water as they closed up, so it kept him entertained for a long time...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640578678402550450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz7evB5CAzI/TkdcbEXTirI/AAAAAAAABu8/1pGvuXVRKp8/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" /&gt;Until he inevitably tried to eat them.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640578674502127298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOyAFT_TeDA/Tkdca11XzsI/AAAAAAAABu0/e43H53Ae5Og/s320/DSC_0114-1.jpg" /&gt;Jordy and Sully. The kids LOVE Jordy...and he's single ladies...I think.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577937373638370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rERrR3lSuQ/Tkdbv70PruI/AAAAAAAABus/al1lE9pc95s/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" /&gt;Tessa made Jordy bury her, but she wouldn't put her head in the sand, so she used her kickboard.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577931011598034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DD8MsI9wws0/TkdbvkHaptI/AAAAAAAABuk/r7W1FmanRRU/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" /&gt;Am I overloading people with pictures of this kid? I don't care...he's just so darn adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577929118168418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uiIXFNXQlI/TkdbvdD_NWI/AAAAAAAABuc/K_4spWwpi3Y/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" /&gt;There is a swing set there that is high enough for adults...so I jumped from it. Sorry about the cleavage shot...this was be preparing to jump. There isn't a picture after I jumped because I was rolling down the hill in the sand. I totally nailed it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640576844521161586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeVr2iOQI78/TkdawUn6Q3I/AAAAAAAABtM/O38fc0UxHJU/s320/21.jpg" /&gt;The kids with the grandparents.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577921563837954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikZSbGOehrg/TkdbvA65RgI/AAAAAAAABuU/R0_OyeO-aYA/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what is going on with his face in the picture, but it is funny. That shovel is really freaking him out.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577408180319874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3C1CPhsebZE/TkdbRIaudoI/AAAAAAAABt8/rns6VMfPApI/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;Me and Sully on the swings. I never wear waterproof mascara, but I figured I'd do it on this trip...so glad I did, or these pictures would be horrifying.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577408032314914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lS4sE61k2U/TkdbRH3cFiI/AAAAAAAABt0/FcGBBJ3ZAw0/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;Again on the swing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640577405233492514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvYJBKUSPU4/TkdbQ9cJciI/AAAAAAAABts/pLEOyoPHPbU/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;Alex, Sullivan, and his cousin Parker. Parker is going to film school right now, so he's probably going to be famous one day...and I know him. But I call him Porker, because it's funnier that way. So TMZ, come find me when you need a cute anecdote about him.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640584015267108578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DF5EmZ29Ikw/TkdhRtu-FuI/AAAAAAAAByU/0_34EL37seE/s320/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all the cousins/in laws. Me (in a hat...weird, but you should have seen my hair. It was nasty) Alex, Bill and Shawni (they are my faves), Leslie and Doug, then Parker, Lance, and Jordy. I seriously love these cousins-I told Alex that the only place I'd ever move outside of Utah is Southern California just because I'd be able to hang out with these guys...plus their kids are the cutest. They rival my own kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to Disneyland while we were there. I think we all figured it would be fun for the kiddos, but Lance put it well-in theory, amusement parks should be fun, but when you get there, the reality of it is that it's so hot, you wait in line forever, naps are thrown off, you have to walk a long time, it's so crowded, and everything is expensive. So Tessa had an off day. She was actually ok, but she had more than a few freak out moments. And you better believe she got to buy anything she wanted. Except a Sleeping Beauty dress, because it was $65 dollars. I checked Disney.com when we came home, and on there it is only $35, so I'm glad we didn't give in on that one...plus Alex would have flipped if he'd bought it then found out we could have saved $30...that was a random tangent...onto the pics: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580145135962178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QyJim-Ax9M/TkddwcXzSEI/AAAAAAAABwU/GJksMvpz4FU/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" /&gt; Jungle Safari-Sully loved it, except the piranhas-they freaked him out a little. I should have prepped him by renting Piranha 3D before we left. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580139805578770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQnm3laen_o/TkddwIg8FhI/AAAAAAAABwM/R2L5z4nw8Co/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" /&gt; This was when Tessa was good-we went on a lot of the smaller rides like Mr. Toad and Snow White, and she loved them. Plus she didn't have to walk at all since the boys all took turns doing this.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580137483567570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvTyoxHarhs/Tkddv_3VAdI/AAAAAAAABwE/9rR87HePHF0/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" /&gt; Sleeping Beauty's castle. This was Tessa's favorite part, because all she wanted to see was Sleeping Beauty. And she did! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIuCNNWK9sQ/TkddAroMVdI/AAAAAAAABv8/Ew9ZWG-KW4o/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640579324597523922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIuCNNWK9sQ/TkddAroMVdI/AAAAAAAABv8/Ew9ZWG-KW4o/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tessa on the Bug's Life 3D ride. She still is talking about how the grasshopper spit in her face. She loved it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYNxLV1qplA/TkddAYZn2mI/AAAAAAAABv0/hGr4k3mWxxA/s1600/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640579319436139106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYNxLV1qplA/TkddAYZn2mI/AAAAAAAABv0/hGr4k3mWxxA/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't have a hat for Sully, so we bought this one...money well spent, wouldn't you agree? It definitely brings out the red in his hair. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1KnSlzfmrE/Tkdc_sSp7_I/AAAAAAAABvc/oyN6rccd6HA/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640579307595755506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c1KnSlzfmrE/Tkdc_sSp7_I/AAAAAAAABvc/oyN6rccd6HA/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmULdqvZDhk/TkdcbsqZxuI/AAAAAAAABvM/_7IjdjklydA/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our method of transportation. Tessa hated it though, she wanted someone to carry Sullivan the whole time. So Trace pretty much did. We have other pictures, but Alex hasn't gone through and edited them yet, so I can't find them. One thing that we did that was amazing was the World of Colors show. If you are going to Disneyland anytime soon, it's at California Adventure, and it is seriously the most amazing thing. I almost cried about 7 times while watching it. It's like the Bellagio fountains on crack. And they show snippets of Disney movies in the mist of the water, which is so cute. It was my favorite part of the whole day. That and when a stilt walker winked at me...he was dressed as a monkey, so it was a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;One night we walked down to the pier to eat at Ruby's. It's always fun to see all the fishermen and surfers at night, and the kids actually really liked it. Except there was one point that Tessa gagged because of the strong fish smell...she doesn't do smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640576848834760626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WarIKm0iUtU/TkdawksWj7I/AAAAAAAABtc/Ys2aBHjaVxY/s320/CSC_0442.JPG" /&gt;The family-Alex said that I'm definitely the weak link in this picture, but I think someone must have said something funny right then, because I'm obviously laughing at something...&lt;br /&gt;Sully and Jordy again. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580823561412226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajZ13caZZjI/TkdeX7tCHoI/AAAAAAAABwk/vdRptRFPbDg/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" /&gt;Our little family on the pier. Sullivan was probably about to cry because he saw Trace. It was seriously amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to San Diego one of the days. We visited Old Town, which also held the Mormon Battalion Museum thing (I'm not exactly sure what it's called, but they had free parking! JK. It was cool). So we went on a little tour. It was cute because it had this thing where the pictures actually come to life and tell the stories, and you walk around an old building and then outside you can do things like pan for gold or pump water or brick lay. It was actually super cute and fun. But I did realize that I need to probably brush up on some church history, because I had no idea what it was or anything about it when we got there. So I felt out of the loop!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580827779874530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ATERihpGLTA/TkdeYLayvuI/AAAAAAAABws/Mv0oscyDqfk/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" /&gt;They had this little wagon out front that was perfect for photo ops. Obviously.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582233126294578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qRU4xfG1MF4/Tkdfp-vfVDI/AAAAAAAABxE/wbJvJtl8RdA/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" /&gt;Me and Jordy outside in the area where you could do stuff. So this is what we were doing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580836951981474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ci3YrtsU-HQ/TkdeYtll_aI/AAAAAAAABw8/OQDowQo-lIQ/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" /&gt;Tessa and the boys bricklaying. Then they would knock it down.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640580832943268354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEAhqLr5DEQ/TkdeYep14gI/AAAAAAAABw0/eqRliGwDKak/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" /&gt;Sullivan loved this water pump. It would have kept him entertained for hours.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582247812081058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sFX1OlNlGg/Tkdfq1c2paI/AAAAAAAABxk/4Oi4TYePBEQ/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" /&gt;Tessa and her ice cream. Just chocolate.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582238689108546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G697kBHT46g/TkdfqTdxIkI/AAAAAAAABxU/umU6BAQvOPo/s320/DSC_0325.JPG" /&gt;I let Sully share mine, which he loved and I thought was so cute...until this happened...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582243424100850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn_1p2z1igA/TkdfqlGrYfI/AAAAAAAABxc/gwAJmgJMqZU/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" /&gt;He also bit my lip. Multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dl_ddwE_2jE/TkhcOXvhA0I/AAAAAAAABys/ZWecBxCsKt0/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640859935242781506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dl_ddwE_2jE/TkhcOXvhA0I/AAAAAAAABys/ZWecBxCsKt0/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proof that Doug and Leslie were there too! This is just a cute picture of the two of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot more beach time and pool time and eating time and shopping time, but we didn't get those pictures, or they are awaiting the editing process. But we did manage to do some family pictures, half of which are not edited, so I actually only have a few of them, but here they are.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582768874482034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ODiwf_KPyA/TkdgJKjz6XI/AAAAAAAABxs/1KAKBSHXxCM/s320/DSC_0331.JPG" /&gt;Not this one, this is just Sullivan with sunglasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640598519857160018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHoTe_SCkTw/Tkdud_iuH1I/AAAAAAAAByc/AeY8dSxJtvg/s320/DSC_0351.JPG" /&gt;Cute, right?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 56px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640598519826217074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdkHDWdBm90/Tkdud_bV-HI/AAAAAAAAByk/QpzT9zP7TrQ/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" /&gt;Trace is obviously telling Sully something really important. And this is what Sullivan's reaction is.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582770428933234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_BRKGsT1o8/TkdgJQWa9HI/AAAAAAAABx0/8Qz4bGKuEwk/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" /&gt;When Alex was going through the pictures, he made me explain to him what was going on in this one. So I was telling Jordy that sometimes when Alex sets up the camera and tries to find where everyone should stand, I know that he takes pictures just in case there is a candid moment that's super cute. So I always try to pose while he is doing it and I make sure that I always do different faces. Jordy obviously was impressed with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640582786812048466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFO0fw34LS4/TkdgKNYddFI/AAAAAAAAByM/8rg7txw-Z-4/s320/DSC_0346-1.jpg" /&gt;This is just one of many cute ones. But I think this one turned out awesome. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgreKE9ABsc/TkhcOqSntVI/AAAAAAAABy0/bkVB8nrWBPg/s1600/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640859940221859154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgreKE9ABsc/TkhcOqSntVI/AAAAAAAABy0/bkVB8nrWBPg/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute family, right!? It was seriously so much fun. I have an awesome in-law family. I'm not just saying that because they read my blog, I really do love that I married a non-crazy, non-annoying family. And even when they do fight on family trips it's the best. That's probably what I love the most! 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Sorry Alex, not all of us can work full time, go to school full time, and take care of YOUR kids so blogging wasn't my priority...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;, I love blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYv5NQ8cmMI/TiXAzCNZd5I/AAAAAAAABsM/PjbirVtNid8/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631118892095600530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the morning of his birthday.  Luckily he had Tessa to open every single present.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWnn8VxSbzg/TiXAy-_IwsI/AAAAAAAABsE/xBx0IBjXQUE/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631118891230479042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean every one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for Sullivan's birthday party I decided to make it a monster theme, mainly because I found a super cute cake on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/span&gt;, and a bunch of monster stuff at Oriental Trading...and Sully loves monsters-he doesn't know it yet, but he does.  Our whole family had been sick the entire week, so it was super lucky that everything turned out well...especially this adorable cake that I made...not to toot my own horn, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; isn't it cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duk_ajbGHIs/TiXAyg1KeII/AAAAAAAABr8/zU8HWWwhch8/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631118883135584386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may or may not have started melting shortly after this picture was taken, so it spent most of the party in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a bunch of pictures of the actual party, but now blogger is telling me my requests are bad...so picture everyone having fun.  That's what it looks like in my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJHL990tcsk/TiXAzilx5QI/AAAAAAAABsU/lypfPc02bHM/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631118900787799298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sully with his first taste of his cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IkLvLDbhTc/TiXAz0CssnI/AAAAAAAABsc/BE5pp29TRWQ/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631118905472496242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And the last taste...this is what he looks like after every meal.  No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So that was his party-too bad all the other pictures were badly requested!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Anyway, just in case you were all wondering if my baby is huge or not...he's not!  We took him to the doctor and he is AVERAGE.  Weird right?  He is 50% for his height and 24% for his weight!!  I would never have thought one of my babies would be below the 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for anything, but he is.  It's really weird, because he just looks so fat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1016780820459194102?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1016780820459194102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1016780820459194102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1016780820459194102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1016780820459194102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/07/sullivans-birthday.html' title='Sullivan&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYv5NQ8cmMI/TiXAzCNZd5I/AAAAAAAABsM/PjbirVtNid8/s72-c/DSC_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7660507555580301462</id><published>2011-07-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:00:03.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What my days look like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey. So as most of you may or may not know, I work from home most days.  Tessa is usually playing outside or with her little friend across the street, so my main concern while working is Sullivan.   And seriously, that kid is concerning.  When Tessa was little, she was not interested in the stairs.  Or the spaces behind the couches.  Or electrical outlets.  But Sullivan cannot stop exploring those things.  He seriously doesn't sit still, unless he's asleep.  I've heard that boys are like that, but I seriously had no idea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WWeN6SDWgco/TiXQOBZLyNI/AAAAAAAABss/nnuQ2aFJi5M/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631135848407484626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is after he's crawled out from behind the couch.  I thought I had a picture where you can only see his head under the couch cushions, but I guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzAfPYv2QBE/TiXQNwJzoHI/AAAAAAAABsk/aM6vSeSXl1c/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631135843779584114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;That is his trail of destruction...and him being adorable and watching Gnomeo and Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631114171062650146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3PVq0jyfs4/TiW8gO_bhSI/AAAAAAAABr0/9XmrdJS0k_c/s320/sully2.jpg" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is usually where he is at-trying to find a way to escape our family room.  He hasn't found one yet, but he is learning to climb pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631114164961904994" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjXqPpoX8og/TiW8f4Q5iWI/AAAAAAAABrs/X5kgcx37_2U/s320/sully1.jpg" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is him after he's given up.  That trail of books is from him too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pbzhS1QT8A/TiXQOeJsxvI/AAAAAAAABs0/r71be7xUMk8/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631135856127166194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ugh-he's so cute.  And I'm sure everyone can notice the wave of destruction behind him...that wasn't me that did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he starts walking, I'm going to have to quit my job...I know that when that happens he'll figure out how to open doors and hot wire cars...terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7660507555580301462?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7660507555580301462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7660507555580301462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7660507555580301462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7660507555580301462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-my-days-look-like.html' title='What my days look like...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WWeN6SDWgco/TiXQOBZLyNI/AAAAAAAABss/nnuQ2aFJi5M/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3522350267700332560</id><published>2011-07-11T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:36:10.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all. So I'm sure people have heard about the Up house out in Herriman, but if you haven't....they built the Up house in Herriman. Filled in?! I thought you'd enjoy that...so on Saturday we were having our bathroom tiled/demolished, so we had to get out of our house to have Sullivan fall asleep (which he didn't, don't worry) so we took the kiddos out to see the Up house. It was adorable. Alex thought it was ugly, but that's because he has no positive outlook on life...no big deal. And when we were pulling out of the driveway, I said "did you grab the camera?" and Alex said "nope" and then kept on a-rollin. So these were taken with his phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628303013717420082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBiA2ZfPe7w/Thu_xVzjKDI/AAAAAAAABrU/rIwY9RYZ6ZU/s320/uphouse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tessa and Gracie (our neighbor across the street-and her bestie...) they both had to bring dollies. And wear skirts...it was a pretty big deal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628303018083927682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJs5w0KUc-s/Thu_xmEmxoI/AAAAAAAABrc/L06aQ_gK4SE/s320/uphouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pretty much the same picture as before, just farther away...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628303018455823090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-inpRCtRuo-g/Thu_xndRcvI/AAAAAAAABrk/rsqF33bqMSw/s320/uphouse3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It even has this mailbox-so cute. Apparently Alex didn't care that Tessa couldn't keep her eyes open. Bless his heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I swear Sullivan was there too, he was just in my arms the whole time. ANYWHO...that's it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3522350267700332560?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3522350267700332560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3522350267700332560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3522350267700332560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3522350267700332560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/07/up.html' title='Up!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBiA2ZfPe7w/Thu_xVzjKDI/AAAAAAAABrU/rIwY9RYZ6ZU/s72-c/uphouse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4525204827177131747</id><published>2011-07-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:41:57.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP_QVZ0MTvE/Tg4wDiC8M2I/AAAAAAAABrM/t8WRxS8HgOo/s1600/sully%2Bmyrtle%2Bbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624485821869208418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP_QVZ0MTvE/Tg4wDiC8M2I/AAAAAAAABrM/t8WRxS8HgOo/s320/sully%2Bmyrtle%2Bbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the best baby boy on earth!! And no, I'm not speaking of Tyrese Gibson, although fun fact, the movie Baby Boy was released on July 1, 2001...happy 10 year anniversary...anyway, happy FIRST birthday to Sullivan! Sorry mommy is lying on the couch almost dead...but thanks for giving me the flu. I bought him a musical tool bench and all I got was this stinking virus...JK, sort of. Here are a few lil pictures of him in case y'all forgot what he looks like...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624485802418287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJn-Ss_lv7g/Tg4wCZlesnI/AAAAAAAABqs/IaANxf5PwDc/s320/2010%2Bpics%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;UGH-eat him up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624485816973832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIx3LlW0LEI/Tg4wDPzysbI/AAAAAAAABq8/frnj5FEQjn0/s320/2010%2Bpics%2B028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just bundled up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624485821092581058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7-va0bHzXE/Tg4wDfJxzsI/AAAAAAAABrE/QFQFkGniK9w/s320/2010%2Bpics%2B089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was that time we decided to ship him to Alaska...JK.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624485807532218594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NhSe2_Nyn7s/Tg4wCsovGOI/AAAAAAAABq0/ixf0jUB07J8/s320/DSC_0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wha...how'd that get in there...I love these pictures!&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/1864526437759194384-4525204827177131747?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4525204827177131747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4525204827177131747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4525204827177131747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4525204827177131747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP_QVZ0MTvE/Tg4wDiC8M2I/AAAAAAAABrM/t8WRxS8HgOo/s72-c/sully%2Bmyrtle%2Bbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8795539306549629417</id><published>2011-06-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:06:36.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So both of my kids decided last night to start puking...a lot. And not just once every few hours. Every half hour. For a while, they were alternating every 15 minutes, so Tessa would get done, then as soon as we got it all cleaned up, Sullivan would go. It's terrible. But they both fell asleep, and I think I have about 20 minutes before one of them (or both of them) starts puking again...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623689039394879362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_xDeToGnvQ/TgtbYsBjt4I/AAAAAAAABqk/eK9Bi8dmKOk/s320/tessa%2Bsick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at this poor kid...she has her bowl, her sprite, her water, her toast, and her towel...I can't even show how gross Sully looks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-8795539306549629417?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8795539306549629417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8795539306549629417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8795539306549629417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8795539306549629417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/06/poor-kids.html' title='Poor Kids'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_xDeToGnvQ/TgtbYsBjt4I/AAAAAAAABqk/eK9Bi8dmKOk/s72-c/tessa%2Bsick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6381018216612391193</id><published>2011-06-28T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:43:18.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe It?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, it has been a while, right?  I bet you were missing me.  For some reason our pictures wouldn't update on blogger, so I didn't feel motivated to figure out what was wrong, so blogging was put on the back burner.  Turns out I just had to turn off my computer...crazy technology, right?  And since I thought everyone is wondering what's happened to me, I figured today was the day!  So I figured I'd neglect the children for a bit and update!  Sullivan has already pulled the gate that blocks our stairs down on him about 7 times this week, so I figure he's fine to roam the house. If he gets hurt, he'll learn, right? And Tessa isn't talking to me anyway. I won't let her watch Pretty Little Liars, so she's a bit upset. Bless her heart. Anyway, not much has gone on in the lives of us, except we have a new neice! Scarlett Jean is here, and I wish I had proof, but I don't. I didn't have my camera to take any cute pictures of her, but she's great. Just check out my sister's blog.  It was also the Utah Art's Festival, which I also don't have any pictures of...I'm terrible at picture taking lately.  But don't worry, it was fun.  I just realized I don't really have a lot of things to talk about.  SO...you guys know my baby?  You know, Sullivan?  Well, he's turning one on Friday.  ONE.  Who would've thunk it.  And we totally didn't screw him up!  And even though he's not one for 3 more days, I would like to officially give him a shout out, since I probably won't blog again for another month...JK.  I know y'all can't live without me.  But here are some super cute pictures of my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMnCI33TU7Q/TgoZfFC82zI/AAAAAAAABqM/ZCL9PeQs9j8/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623335106446678834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;This is Sullivan's new face.  It's adorable.  It really takes the focus off his ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJi0kWMxDQs/TgoZeh690eI/AAAAAAAABqE/DuMo1foJUX0/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623335097017946594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gosh.  He's so cute.  Notice the spit on the side of his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivnhOkL7hh8/TgoZeXZY3nI/AAAAAAAABp8/TuC_7ZKiSQE/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623335094192758386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Something hilarious obviously just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Isn't he the cutest?  I know, right.  He is.  And just so we don't let this little lady be forgotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9hnxRM-Gj8/TgoZf0caNXI/AAAAAAAABqc/8znQdjjuJBg/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9hnxRM-Gj8/TgoZf0caNXI/AAAAAAAABqc/8znQdjjuJBg/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623335119169926514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She picked out a lot of her own outfit.  Obviously, she had to pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flJ0MPLxIkc/TgoZfXNNNnI/AAAAAAAABqU/0t7AjYSKMAI/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flJ0MPLxIkc/TgoZfXNNNnI/AAAAAAAABqU/0t7AjYSKMAI/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623335111321532018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was when she was waiting for Alex to finish her playset outside.  She's pretending to help...like mother like daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6381018216612391193?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6381018216612391193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6381018216612391193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6381018216612391193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6381018216612391193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can You Believe It?!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMnCI33TU7Q/TgoZfFC82zI/AAAAAAAABqM/ZCL9PeQs9j8/s72-c/DSC_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7734320931631641899</id><published>2011-05-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:04:30.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just start out by saying this is quite a task to take on at 11:30 at night.  I told Alex I needed to run on the treadmill, but instead I'm doing this.  Silly Alex...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;.  I already ran a whole mile, so I'm good for the week.  Anyway, this year the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madsen family&lt;/span&gt; went back to Myrtle Beach aka Murder Beach aka Heaven.  It did not disappoint.  Last year I was 12 months pregnant, so I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I could have.  And I realize now that it is way better when you are only semi fat instead of super fat.  And when you can fit shoes on your feet.  I can't even sort through all the pictures we have, but I'm gonna try since I know most of you have been all, "I miss Chelsea-where has she been?"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Travelin&lt;/span&gt;, that's where.  So here you are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were many events that we got to experience this year-the first day we were there was Easter, so we decided to go to church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFyZPGIRo9U/TdII9ubdeJI/AAAAAAAABoA/5HkjTMGVL6c/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607554342557939858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little family in our Easter blacks.  It's totally the new pastel.  And yes, every person in my family commented on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unspringy&lt;/span&gt; we all looked.  But there was an emergency-I look really good in black.  And this was the cutest picture I could get of Sully's face...he's usually much more attractive.  When we got to the church, we were informed that it had been Stake Conference.  I don't have a copy of the picture of all of us overjoyed that we didn't have to actually sit through sacrament with all the kids.  It's a good one though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was also the first time ever that Sully has swam.  He absolutely loved it.  He was amazing-he loved the pool, he loved the ocean, he loves baths-anything with water really.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I41QNUsW8O4/TdII9-ruf3I/AAAAAAAABoI/Tb7QItAZHdI/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607554346921131890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;See the joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6np4o3T4_0/TdIKOT73iPI/AAAAAAAABoo/87V7fGcJOdI/s320/DSC_0260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607555727015512306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Again with the faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd28tP0tmR8/TdII-_cYspI/AAAAAAAABog/1O2EhAlYOLc/s320/DSC_0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607554364305093266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;He's so cute when he's in the nude.  Most babies are.  (I know he technically has on a swimsuit, but his upper portion is nude, so...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tessa also loved swimming and apparently knows how to now.  Seriously, one day she couldn't swim, and now she can.  And I didn't teach her, so I'm thinking it is because she's a genius.  That's probably the only explanation.  But of course I have no pictures to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ksMkhjMZz0/TdII-CH26YI/AAAAAAAABoQ/uS_aNN9giqo/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607554347844430210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Except for this-which was prior to her learning to swim.  Sophie was going for a Sports Illustrated pose.  She nailed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We also got to be there for my birthday.  And of course Alex took pretty much no pictures of that.  Apparently me aging is no big deal.  We hung out with my family for the most part, but then we went to this cute little place called Broadway at the Boardwalk (I think?).  It has a ton of restaurants and shops and movie theaters, so we went to eat and then walked around whilst being blown about by a hurricane.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdqctPqGQtE/TdII-YzNjqI/AAAAAAAABoY/r5C1RDQqH80/s320/DSC_0226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607554353931849378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Feeding the fish.  I know you may think my hair naturally looks this amazing, but it doesn't.  I hadn't washed it for three days and it was windy.  That's my picture of the day I became 26 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We spent most of our time by the pool/ocean, and the boys golfed twice, so if you want to see a million pictures of me in a swimsuit, then I could post them.  But you'd be grossed out.  Or amazed, on account of I was brave enough to wear a two piece.  I'm still pissed no one told me I looked ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Every family trip we take family pictures because it seems like there's always a new addition to our family what with all the love making that goes on.  My mom always gives us matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;, so we take pictures in those, and then we take more dressed up pictures.  I don't have any of the ones in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;, which is too bad, because they were dang cute.  So here are the others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1TZ5EHMrBHE/TdIKO1uXRKI/AAAAAAAABow/92bXXOIv0JY/s320/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607555736085677218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;My cute family.  We made a book of pictures for my mom and dad to say thank you (and by we, I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cessy&lt;/span&gt;-the rest of us just provided some pictures) but on one of the pages she wrote "thank you for making pretty offspring, so we could marry pretty people and make pretty children, because these pictures would suck if they were of ugly people."  All I can say to you readers is you're welcome for having an attractive family...jealous much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxlZkgtrkyw/TdILMONAVdI/AAAAAAAABpY/q50doWhv1tk/s320/DSC_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607556790628668882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Holy crap don't you love him?  I do.  Even if he's bald...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CzOu6IsleeM/TdIKPDS7DcI/AAAAAAAABo4/P1VdCpOVkdc/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607555739728678338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Classic Tessa.  No one told her to pose, this just happened, just like it always does.  At soccer the other day as Tessa was applying some lip gloss, someone asked who brought the beauty queen-that would be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAII5X55xS0/TdILMMTBmrI/AAAAAAAABpQ/e4m1S_qIPwQ/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607556790117046962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I rarely say nice things about Alex, but I'm so glad he's not ugly.  That would make this so awkward.  And that's Sully's Magnum look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoWXVDh3rag/TdIKPefr4PI/AAAAAAAABpA/IenBopRTreY/s320/DSC_0476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607555747029967090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My siblings and parents.  Oldest to youngest-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;-Cam, Cole, mom and dad, Cecily (Scarlett), Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cailey&lt;/span&gt;.  We nailed this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCF8ihCE_II/TdIKPg-TtDI/AAAAAAAABpI/8pYnPNEWKLg/s320/DSC_0527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607555747695277106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This cute picture.  It's cute.  It was nice this year because Tessa didn't have to wear sunglasses in every picture.  If you don't know what I mean, it's too long to explain.  Last year she had to wear glasses all the time because she has some disease in her eyes.  I guess it was a short story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hswQAsVRl48/TdILMaJH17I/AAAAAAAABpg/0haCbPHAeWI/s320/DSC_0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607556793833609138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Best buddies.  It'll be a shame the day we have to tell them that they are related and can't actually get married.  Tessa will freak.  He may be trying to strangle her...it was a long week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m4bzJVw3O4/TdILMnnX5uI/AAAAAAAABpo/Yr8R_waEHUo/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607556797450151650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My mom loves candid shots because they always turn out so cute.  This one did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Anyway, those are the pictures that I felt like uploading, but there are seriously about 500 more.  It was such a fun trip and I love my family so much-they are pretty awesome.  I'm sure you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U77JkXTdU1g/TdILNJvWUlI/AAAAAAAABpw/nsJ03tquMBo/s320/DSC_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607556806610408018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7734320931631641899?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7734320931631641899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7734320931631641899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7734320931631641899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7734320931631641899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/05/myrtle-beach-2011.html' title='Myrtle Beach 2011'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFyZPGIRo9U/TdII9ubdeJI/AAAAAAAABoA/5HkjTMGVL6c/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-793347240335523688</id><published>2011-04-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:21:06.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't I Just Pose?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have lots to blog about.  Lots.  But instead, I'm going to post my pictures I just got about 2 minutes ago.  Tessa has been dying to wear this little dress I got her for when we go to Myrtle Beach since I bought it for her like 3 months ago.  Problem is, it's sleeveless and short, so obviously being the awesome mom I am, I'm not going to let her wear it when it's cold out.  Plus, I don't want her to get it dirty.  Anyway, so today she asks if she can please wear it again, and she promises to wear leggins (tights) and a cute sweater with it.  Let me point out here, she said cute, not me.  Obviously, I'm not going to let her wear an ugly sweater, but she felt the need to say that to convince me to let her wear it.  So color me convinced.  She picked out her whole outfit, and she actually didn't do too bad.  So this is why I thought it was funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyna1crNNP0/TaiYSpfI2rI/AAAAAAAABnY/Ly68tmS0qOA/s320/DSC03119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595889983149365938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3d3iHvT3lKQ/TaiYTA8ceoI/AAAAAAAABno/rXGHeSvo89E/s320/DSC03121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595889989446302338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcKkXbTdmdU/TaiZZ1p_UZI/AAAAAAAABn4/1pOWOjLAb88/s320/DSC03120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595891206186815890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I asked her to take a picture, and this is what she did everytime.  When I said, "Tess, just stand normal so I can get a picture of your outfit!"  She said, "UGH, can't I just pose?!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;That's my girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aHlXzRsKE0/TaiYTaiNauI/AAAAAAAABnw/Usie_O77TPI/s320/DSC03122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595889996315585250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This was her standing normal.  She just couldn't do it...had to get that hand out there and have a slight turn of the leg.  She's been looking at too many fashion blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;On another note, Sullivan is crawling now, so he constantly wants to be down on the ground and moving, which is totally cool, except he's already choked on Barbie shoes twice, plus he found a bunch of Tessa's candy she had stashed under the couch, so that was fun.  And he figured out stairs the other day, which in turn made Tessa how to figure out how to pick him up and throw him down the stairs.  Another fun time.  But I did manage to get him to sit still for a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXF3l3hELLE/TaiYSabqV_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/ZYLOUHkWVXc/s320/DSC03118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595889979108251634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;He just couldn't take his eyes off of Pregnant in Heels.  Stupidest show ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-793347240335523688?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/793347240335523688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=793347240335523688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/793347240335523688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/793347240335523688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant-i-just-pose.html' title='Can&apos;t I Just Pose?!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyna1crNNP0/TaiYSpfI2rI/AAAAAAAABnY/Ly68tmS0qOA/s72-c/DSC03119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6425516519858116151</id><published>2011-03-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:49:14.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've abandoned the 30 day challenge.  This is how I figure-if you don't already know what makes me so amazing, or where I've been, or who my celebrity crush is, then you may have no business reading up on my blog.  Oh, but still read it.  I'll let slide a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; secret every once in a while.  SO-like forever ago we got to go to New York.  With kids.  It was actually really fun, but definitely different.  New York does not take kindly to double strollers.  But it was really fun because we got to do things that we've never done to keep the kids interested.  Alex was already in Albany working, so the kids and I flew out with my parents because I never travel without an entourage.  Here's what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the Natural History Museum-you know, the one where Night at the Museum was supposedly filmed.  I say supposedly because it is nothing like the movie.  I mean, no way did they film any of it there.  They don't even have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diorama&lt;/span&gt; rooms.  But it was still fun to see-and Tessa loved it for about 20 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkJ93bW-PqA/TZVe0ULYHEI/AAAAAAAABlo/lPla9s4nVGM/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590478765312973890" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is where they put all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dinos&lt;/span&gt;.  Stone would have freaked.  Fun fact: if you watched Top Chef All Stars this season (go Richard Blaze) This is where they filmed the one challenge that they did Carnivores v Omnivores.  And this is literally, the only picture of the whole trip with Alex in it.  Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWZZJaCSHU/TZVezzC6FGI/AAAAAAAABlY/nAQKTi4VFBA/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590478756419081314" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Sully and Grandpa Ted.  Or as I call him-My dad, Ted.  Cutest hat, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd6kUXlHZqE/TZVe0Jj1KzI/AAAAAAAABlg/TFfA_9tYQyo/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590478762462751538" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Tessa with Grandma Linda.  This may have been the one time Tessa was actually nice to my mom.  Seriously-we had to have several talks after about how we treat the people we love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEI7czRrU_c/TZVft45LVdI/AAAAAAAABl4/xpvJHhSj4RI/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479754421294546" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This was in the Hall of Africa.  It was more of a wing.  But I have no clue why Tessa is so pissed off about the ostriches.  She's just cannot believe her eyes in this picture.  I totally knocked over a 2 year old in here too.  Fun Fact.  And Sully loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QN3Grjax9EY/TZVe0t2vrFI/AAAAAAAABlw/IufJv795TSA/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590478772205759570" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My mom loves taking pictures like these.  There was one other one, but I can't remember what it said, and it was with her camera.  But the funny part about this is that this was our third attempt to get my dad to do something funny....bless his heart, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24ll9X4_8yE/TZVezleub9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/DuOYeY8d3YY/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590478752777662418" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tessa looks super awesome in this.  So I added it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLL7RXOJKwY/TZVfuDambcI/AAAAAAAABmA/K7WitABRaBA/s320/DSC_0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479757245836738" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;On one of the floors they have a whole observatory area that looks onto Central Park, which was cool.  But I hate taking pictures of scenery without having a subject in it, so I don't let Alex take those kinds of pictures.  So this is what we got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC4xG7nYGvg/TZVfuXKjO-I/AAAAAAAABmI/xMveChapEQQ/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479762547227618" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is that guy from Night at the Museum.  Tessa kept calling him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt;.  But I think that's what he called Ben Stiller.  She was happy to find it, because it took forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1xbk1Vcgc/TZVhhUOdTgI/AAAAAAAABmY/85IRrXF7fWs/s320/IMG_0651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481737443266050" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their first ride on a Subway.  I'm not sure what my face is, but it's probably something to do with something Tessa said or did...she's a character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after that we went to the American Girl store.  I've never been to one of them, so I had no idea what to expect.  We got zero pictures, so let me just paint one for you.  Imagine if you will, a 3 story building.  The first floor, the walls are lined with dolls-dolls with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair, dolls with red hair.  Some have freckles, some have buck teeth (no joke).  Hundreds of dolls.  Then, they have walls just for the clothes.  Soccer uniforms, wedding dresses, ski outfits-you name it, they had it.  Then you take the escalator to the second floor, where you can pick from American Girls Throughout History-those are the ones that have books with them.  But they have full on giant display cases full of at least 20 of the same doll in different outfits.  THEN, on the third floor is the hair salon-for dolls.  And an ear piercing station.  And the pet center.  Oh, and in the bathrooms, there was a little shelf in every stall to place your doll while you do your thing.  And one by the sinks, while you wash your hands.  It was every father's worst nightmare.  Especially Alex, who can't say no to Tessa even if his life depended on it.  So, hundreds of dollars later, we left.  And wanna know where that American Girl doll is now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKwb1vASul0/TZVfugZTEII/AAAAAAAABmQ/pD6mQ8GliPI/s320/DSC_0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479765025001602" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tessa with Julie.  Or Katie.  Her name changed a few times.  She had to have her-she seriously had a tantrum and a half to get it.  And of course, she got it.  I blame myself.  I was once an owner of an American Girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also went to Time Square to get tickets for a Broadway show-we ended up seeing Addams Family with Nathan Lane.  It was awesome to see Nathan Lane, but the show was not the best.  It had some good stuff, but I don't need to see it again.  We don't have any pictures, but I do have some commemorative cups if you want to come over and see those.  We also visited the M&amp;amp;M Factory for the kiddos.  Tessa was indifferent to it until she saw all of the pink ones.  Then we spent more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLLcJl83Geg/TZVhiDWZcvI/AAAAAAAABmo/BUw7zpUfMS8/s320/DSC_0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481750093034226" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tessa and her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;.  We met up with some friends there, so we got to hang out with them most of the time-I didn't want people to be confused as to why I have a picture of Tessa with a friend, so that was my explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XoY363ZHmwM/TZVhhuXshLI/AAAAAAAABmg/BTLYVKHkoDM/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481744461333682" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tessa in Time Square.  I have one of Sullivan too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xhNc13Lap74/TZVlKN_Qw8I/AAAAAAAABnA/h8quYrYfHLc/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590485738678436802" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is.  He's bundled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;We spent some time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SoHo&lt;/span&gt; where there is an awesome Scholastic book store-like seriously awesome.  The only bad thing was it was pouring rain that day-like downpour, so that was the only place we ended up going all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngksSA_mk0M/TZVhib0MLVI/AAAAAAAABmw/A8ILRCc6zRY/s320/IMG_0652.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481756660444498" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Tessa reading on the dinosaur tail.  Again, Stone would have flipped.  (Explanation: My nephew loves dinosaurs.  Seriously, he can tell you the name of any dinosaur.  And not just the easy ones.  He knows what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dipthiomologist&lt;/span&gt; is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;My brother flew in one of the nights and we got to go to dinner with him, but again, no pictures.  He knows he was there.  It was a super fun trip, especially since everything we did was new to us.  And my parents were there, which always makes traveling with the kids easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHuWHE6lFbY/TZVhiqGxTII/AAAAAAAABm4/KwhOQy6Aw94/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481760496471170" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ugh, too cute to leave out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6425516519858116151?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6425516519858116151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6425516519858116151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6425516519858116151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6425516519858116151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XkJ93bW-PqA/TZVe0ULYHEI/AAAAAAAABlo/lPla9s4nVGM/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7273964002444006509</id><published>2011-03-28T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:58:26.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 16 and 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, this is taking way longer than 30 days, huh?  Well I'm gonna keep at it....I'm half way through.  I have so much more stuff to blog about after this.  I went to New York, Lady Gaga, and St. George, but you can't know about any of that because of this stupid blog challenge thing.  So as soon as day 30 is done, expect a hurricane.  It'll probably be sometime in May at the rate I'm going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 16-Something You Are Looking Forward To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um. Day 30 of this blog challenge, anyone?  JK.  I'm looking forward to April 7, which is only 1 week away sort of!  Why, you might ask?  Well because April 7, 2005, this magical thing happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHZNmqnHMIw/TZE5asi3QrI/AAAAAAAABlA/T4PYRUboPvQ/s320/DSC_0310_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589311743340266162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My First Kiss.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha.  Just kidding.  You all have to know I was pretty slutty in my younger days, so this was most definitely not my first kiss.  BUT, April 7th is my 6 year anniversary.  And I'm looking forward to it for sure.  Since our first anniversary Alex always tells me we aren't going to do anything big, because he doesn't want to set any precedent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year 2 we went to New York.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year 3 we went to a scary movie. (awesome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year 4 we went to Washington DC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year 5 we went to NYC-again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So doing good on the no precedent thing.  So this year Alex was all hush hush about what we were going to do, then he decided he would tell me after I had a melt down about not being skinny...seriously, that's the truth.  I'm really vain.  Anyway, Alex planned an awesome anniversary.  We are going to Park City to stay at the Waldorf Astoria-check it out, it's incredible.  There are some perks to only having a weekend husband...it means he gets points that pay for hotels that we would never ever ever be able to afford.  We are also going to eat at some awesome restaurant up there.  I can't remember what it's called, and Alex isn't here right now so I can't ask him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm pretty sure he's getting me a karaoke machine.  Or he'd better be, since I've asked for one every day for the past 3 months.  Literally, every day.  And I don't just ask, I sing for it.  And then I say, "see, if I could get a karaoke machine, I wouldn't have to sing random things, I could sing actual songs."  I'm pretty sure he loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 17-Favorite Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YUh3yse7kQM/TZE8C5hwSUI/AAAAAAAABlI/53RA7wAbBT0/s320/to-kill-a-mockingbird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589314633043298626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee.  I love this book-it makes me cry every time I read it, which I try to do every so often.  AND, if Sullivan had been a girl, his name would have been Harper.  So next girl we have, that's her name.  Bet on it.  Read this book.  I've never heard of a person that doesn't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7273964002444006509?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7273964002444006509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7273964002444006509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7273964002444006509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7273964002444006509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/days-16-and-17.html' title='Days 16 and 17'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHZNmqnHMIw/TZE5asi3QrI/AAAAAAAABlA/T4PYRUboPvQ/s72-c/DSC_0310_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6056256329943551677</id><published>2011-03-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:26:23.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Skipping Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm skipping day 14 because I don't wear any make up...ha ha-you think this look just happens?!  Well it doesn't.  I just don't want to take a picture of my make up bag.  It's pretty full, trust me.  It takes a lot to look this good.  Onto the next day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 15- My Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG.  Have you ever heard of my family?  Well if you know me, you should know I have the most awesome family in the world.  Not even kidding.  And I'm not just talking about The Madsen half.  I'm talking about the Osborne half as well.  I seriously have the most awesome in-law family ever.  Whenever I have friends talk to me about their crazy mother in law or their crazy siblings in law, I just smile and nod since I don't have any crazies.  Sorry if you are jealous...  But you should be.  Alex most likely also feels the same way since my family is amazing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is the Madsen Family.  My mom always makes us dress up the same for family pictures.  It is always a blast.  Don't you want to be part of this family?  We're delightful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-U91_z3WhU/TYke093BNVI/AAAAAAAABkw/MxgcfWi-CcI/s320/madsen%2Bjammies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587030708037170514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And the Osborne Family.  The only downfall of these guys is that they like outdoorsy things...it's really opened me up to a lot of dirt and water...Just Kidding.  I'm still not open to any of those things.  Don't mind the picture-we were hiking.  And my baby was only like 3 months old, so I look horrific still.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MU-u4qwM78/TYke1OKsfQI/AAAAAAAABk4/yQgQW_UjGSg/s320/osborne%2527s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587030712414665986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;But really-I have the best family.  And they can probably beat up your family...unless you are in my family.  Then it could get awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6056256329943551677?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6056256329943551677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6056256329943551677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6056256329943551677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6056256329943551677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-skipping-day-14.html' title='I&apos;m Skipping Day 14'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-U91_z3WhU/TYke093BNVI/AAAAAAAABkw/MxgcfWi-CcI/s72-c/madsen%2Bjammies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4575037753360649492</id><published>2011-03-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:02:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 12 and 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 12- A photo of you taken 10 years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_hHc86J7Ks/TYT75sTfcdI/AAAAAAAABko/ZeyRos_VISU/s320/Picture%2B%2528509%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585866406410285522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually don't have any pictures of me taken ten years ago-so this one was taken 7 years ago.  All my older pictures are at my mom's house, and I don't know how to scan things.  This was when Alex and I were dating and we went to a football game where his little sister was dancing.  I used to get my nails done...then I realized I'm not a real housewife...or from Jersey.  JK.  Nails are fun, I just stopped biting mine so I don't have to get fake ones anymore.  Can't you tell how in love we are?  What happened?  JK-we're still in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 13-Something You're Afraid Of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So before I had my children it was spiders.  Then Tessa decided she wasn't afraid of them, so she just stomps the crap out of them when she sees them.  So really I have no fear.  Jealous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No but for reals, watching little kids swim freaks me out-thanks to my nephew-he was in a floaty thing in Myrtle Beach last year and flipped over in the pool and couldn't flip back over, which caused an 8 months pregnant Chelsea to sprint through the pool to flip him over, then immediately I started sobbing...I still can't think about it without crying a little.  I just feel tense the whole time because something might happen to them!  Alex once told me to calm down.  That was about 2 minutes before Tessa fell into the pool and my sister in law had to jump in and save her since Tessa couldn't swim yet.  So you calm down, Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4575037753360649492?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4575037753360649492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4575037753360649492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4575037753360649492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4575037753360649492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/days-12-and-13.html' title='Days 12 and 13'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_hHc86J7Ks/TYT75sTfcdI/AAAAAAAABko/ZeyRos_VISU/s72-c/Picture%2B%2528509%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2773920701822829045</id><published>2011-03-15T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:16:36.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 10 and 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 10-People I Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well. If you know me, then you know I love me some people. JK. I really tend to not like a lot of people, but it's cool. It's part of my charm. So this is a small list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584399688794787154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEfzOR0iUDs/TX_F7fZqTVI/AAAAAAAABjQ/aLWJw4fi7oI/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ugh-who doesn't love these two? I know I do. They are the best-seriously, even though Tessa has major attitude most of the time, I love her. She says some funny crap. And I love this little boy. Even if he's going to have red hair...jk, the red hair genes in Alex's family are really pretty, so it's totally cool. I love these kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584399690374067890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8_GvWPY9FM/TX_F7lSMNrI/AAAAAAAABjY/Btq9qO_vzUI/s320/Osborne%2B037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. You all know I love this picture. Maybe even more than this guy. Seriously, Alex is the best. We both have been feeling super sick this week on account of my diseased baby gave us colds, and even though he feels like crap he's been taking care of the kids and the house and everything while I sit here. Seriously. He's the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584399705000677666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXgTkXUt19A/TX_F8bxckSI/AAAAAAAABjg/70D-qupxMUA/s320/Sully_722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I love me some sisters. We're totally like the Kardashians. Except I'm not Rob. Or Armenian. This picture was when I gave birth to Sullivan, and they both dressed really cute-they were just trying to compete with me in my hospital gown...better luck next time, ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 11-Favorite TV Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do we have a year to talk about this? Because I have a ton of TV shows that I love. You all read my hobbies post, right? I just love television. But if I had to pick some favorites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584455243123890274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIYlg3TV8YY/TX_4dLZ3mGI/AAAAAAAABkg/eE3RWv3s4go/s320/degrassi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Degrassi. It's Canadian, and it's the best. Alex calls it smut, but I call it real life. And you know the awesome rapper Drake? Well look closely at the kid in the wheelchair. Yep. I knew him before he was a rapper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584455235751639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfPtr6zB4Es/TX_4cv8L-bI/AAAAAAAABkI/ECevDW0aJT0/s320/parks%2Band%2Brec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smartest show on television. It's seriously so funny. I love Amy Poehler. And Rob Lowe. And Chris Pratt. Oh and Aziz Ansari. And everyone in this show. Someone once told me that I reminded them of April and it was the best compliment ever. I still don't see why, but I'm cool with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584455237726268642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osJEzbFrYSk/TX_4c3S-bOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/rGGSYRA58d8/s320/modern%2Bfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Modern Family-There are so many awesome lines in this show, it's ridiculous. I seriously can re-watch episodes for hours. I love it. Sometimes I try to find ways to make instructions into song form like Phil. The computer and the printer must talk talk talk, control print makes the image walk walk walk...you would know the tune if you watched this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584455243932985618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhv6_vfd05A/TX_4dOaxaRI/AAAAAAAABkY/xWGG-6kTNJQ/s320/dexter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dexter-This show is the best. Seriously, I love it. I hate when I have to describe it to people who have never seen it, because I think it makes me sound like a weirdo, but I know a ton of people love it. And I am one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And basically I love anything with Bret Michaels, or with the word love in it. Like Rock of Love, Flavor of Love, I Love New York...you know, those shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JK, I don't love those anymore. They stopped showing them, so I don't love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2773920701822829045?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2773920701822829045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2773920701822829045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2773920701822829045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2773920701822829045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/days-10-and-11.html' title='Days 10 and 11'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEfzOR0iUDs/TX_F7fZqTVI/AAAAAAAABjQ/aLWJw4fi7oI/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8457240546955875144</id><published>2011-03-10T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:10:40.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 and 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've been missing, huh?  Well I was actually in NYC with the family.  So not really missing-but I bet y'all were missing me.  Anyway, I'm about a week behind, so I'll just start where I left off, and do a twosie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 8-A hobby of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well.  One day my sister had me come over to eat dinner at her house with some of her friends.  She was actually setting me up with a guncle (I've always wanted one), and so she had been talking about me before I got there.  The story is as follows:  She has a piano in her front room, and she is an amazing pianist.  So he was talking to her about people's talents/hobbies in our family.  She is the pianist and Cailey used to dance.  So then he asked what my thing was.  And she said-quote-watching television.  And she's right.  It just comes so naturally to me...if you can consider television watching a hobby, then it's my top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously, I love to sing.  I don't know if that's a hobby, but I love it.  I think Alex gets super sick of it, but he has to love me no matter what, so I don't stop.  I've been trying to get him to buy me a karaoke machine, so if your reading this Alex-our anniversary is in a month.  My little sister sometimes starts to sing songs just because she knows I'll finish them.  I can't not sing along to things.  But don't ask me to sing for you.  Because I won't.  OR I will, but never look you in the eye and be super nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 9-A Place You Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myrtle Beach.  We've only been once, but it was great.  Except I was 8 months pregnant.  And Tessa couldn't see the whole time.  And I was 8 months pregnant.  BUT, we're going back in a month and I'm super excited.  I feel like I'll be much more pleasant this time around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pUa4yJ84ss/TXmDqu11zPI/AAAAAAAABjA/L8-tuAuHpAw/s320/DSC_0131_075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582637983254039794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this the cutest picture?  Ugh.  I love that little bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLSeRr5QjDg/TXmDreFU_HI/AAAAAAAABjI/xy-l-l2xWRI/s320/SPRING%2B2010%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582637995935464562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is outside the awesome Marriott Villas.   See-pregnant and Tessa is blind.  Alex looks alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-8457240546955875144?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8457240546955875144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8457240546955875144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8457240546955875144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8457240546955875144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-and-9.html' title='Day 8 and 9'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8pUa4yJ84ss/TXmDqu11zPI/AAAAAAAABjA/L8-tuAuHpAw/s72-c/DSC_0131_075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6986595696685578335</id><published>2011-03-02T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:49:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pets I would have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a fish and I'm shocked it's still alive, because I rarely feed it. My kids are lucky they eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6986595696685578335?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6986595696685578335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6986595696685578335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6986595696685578335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6986595696685578335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6959302862416237640</id><published>2011-03-01T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:56:51.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-Celebrity Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just preface this by saying I loved him way before he was sexiest man alive.  Dreamy dreamy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://8B09A691-8B12-49E4-9D50-FA03293948EF/ryan_reynolds.jpg" alt="ryan_reynolds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He just is so darn cute.  Plus he's funny.  AND Canadian!  Doesn't it seem like everyone who is worth anything is Canadian these days?  It's like they are taking over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6959302862416237640?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6959302862416237640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6959302862416237640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6959302862416237640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6959302862416237640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-celebrity-crush.html' title='Day 6-Celebrity Crush'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3919985305355038418</id><published>2011-02-28T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:15:03.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5-The Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest and Darlingest Momsie and Popsicle....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2NXsh6gmgU/TWyMGIbFG5I/AAAAAAAABi4/Xjf03DoM3yI/s320/DSC_0377_253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578988075373370258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my parents-Ted and Linda Madsen.  I hate when people say they have the best parents ever...because they are liars.  Unless you are one of my siblings-don't we have the best parents ever?  I seriously love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clDOYttx4T4/TWyLdvnc_aI/AAAAAAAABio/lNhKVj1m0aQ/s320/DSC_0398_274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578987381519613346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We used to tell people that my dad was in the mob...and it was believable.  Especially because one day he came home from work and pulled out a bunch of rubber gloves from his pockets...without saying anything.  Turns out he just stole them from the dentist's office, but it was funny.  My dad is hilarious-he's especially funny when he isn't trying to be funny.  Pretty much every time he calls me, our conversations go like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad: Chelsea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Hey dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad: It's your dad, Ted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He makes sure to tell me it's him, just in case my other dad is calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2dBfWISUi4/TWyLd1I3AvI/AAAAAAAABiw/A8okVt73_2s/s320/P8060865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578987383001907954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my mom.  This was when I asked her to try on a swimsuit for me...pulling it off.  My mom is the best.  She is super fun and funny and just amazing in general.  I'm glad that I got a cool mom and not a regular mom.  I can't even put into words how much I love my mom.  She is the smartest person I know, and I know a lot of people.  All of my siblings have been able to live with my parents while they've been married, and every one of them has bragged about how awesome it was.  I keep trying to convince Alex to sell our house just so we can hang out with my parents all the time.  I might win...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3919985305355038418?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3919985305355038418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3919985305355038418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3919985305355038418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3919985305355038418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-parents.html' title='Day 5-The Parents'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2NXsh6gmgU/TWyMGIbFG5I/AAAAAAAABi4/Xjf03DoM3yI/s72-c/DSC_0377_253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8070442142302160802</id><published>2011-02-27T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:29:34.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW0pZQtqFA/TWqJsUTQmwI/AAAAAAAABig/oj8NZRNYxtA/s1600/DSC_0222_129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW0pZQtqFA/TWqJsUTQmwI/AAAAAAAABig/oj8NZRNYxtA/s320/DSC_0222_129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578422482908519170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqHVf2_OTr8/TWqH_Xu35JI/AAAAAAAABiY/uwbe6sShYOQ/s1600/DSC_0505_373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is a day late-but Happy Birthday Sophie Kate!  My niece Sophie turned 7 yesterday.  Can you believe she is 7 already?  OMG I can't.  This lil gal is so funny-have you guys met her?  Seriously, Cole and Ashlii have some funny girls-I'm sure I've blogged about Sophie in the past, so refer to previous posts.  But you can see how A-dorable she is...and for reals, Tessa loves her.  She talks about her all the time!  So Happy Birthday Sophie!!!  We Love You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-8070442142302160802?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8070442142302160802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8070442142302160802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8070442142302160802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8070442142302160802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/sophie.html' title='Sophie'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW0pZQtqFA/TWqJsUTQmwI/AAAAAAAABig/oj8NZRNYxtA/s72-c/DSC_0222_129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8810380468168777183</id><published>2011-02-27T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:17:38.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>So I didn't blog yesterday-I was busy cookin.  So day 3 was pet peeves.  I'm generally not annoyed at anything...ha.  That doesn't sound like me... one of my pet peeves is when people clip their nails in public.  Like at work or church.  Gross.  I hate sitting at my desk at work and hearing that little clip clip clip...then its funny because my bro-in-law Devon hates it too, and he sits right next to me, so we sit and talk about how disgusting it is.  Ugh.  Gross.  Save it for home people.  Second, I hate when boys have long nails...especially Alex.  It creeps me out.  That's all I can think of, so maybe I don't have that many.  Weird.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4-Blog Name.  Um, my blog name is my family.  So yeah....nothing funny about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-8810380468168777183?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8810380468168777183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8810380468168777183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8810380468168777183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8810380468168777183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-and-4.html' title='Day 3 and 4'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1712085413138699789</id><published>2011-02-25T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:20:57.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 2-Fave Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh boy, have you opened a can of worms on this one...my family loves movies...seriously, loves. Our favorite past time is getting those 501 Must See Movies books and quizzing each other to see how many movies we can guess out of it. It's a-mazing. I actually suck at it, because of my love for Martin Lawrence-isn't it crazy that none of the Big Momma's House's are in those books?! And really, did you guys see Blue Streak? Classic Martin. Oh, and what about Martin!!! I know it's not a movie, but if I could get the series on DVD I would freak the freak out.  Anyway, here are my favorite movies. I dwindled them down to these select few... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577705828613146562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVPpLjZ4fLg/TWf95jAcx8I/AAAAAAAABho/E96ypcfSrI8/s320/just%2Bfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 1: &lt;u&gt;Just Friends&lt;/u&gt;, starring Ryan Reynolds and those other people... I love me that Ryan Reynolds. AND I love Anna Faris. Especially in this movie. I watch it once a month, just because I love everything that they say in it. I mean everything. I find that I quote it often. I met someone named Clark a few years ago (we're still friends, so if you are reading this...) and I almost died I was so excited to say "Your name's are Clark and Darla?" Except his wife isn't name Darla. Ruined my life.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577705833069822354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxcxSFvozJw/TWf95znAQZI/AAAAAAAABhw/__hx-bmp1Bs/s320/nightmare%2Bon%2Belm%2Bstreet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2: &lt;u&gt;A Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/u&gt;-see my previous post. I love scary movies. And Johnny Depp is in it. Spoiler: he dies.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577705833970055538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ylup8YOzdw/TWf9529ouXI/AAAAAAAABh4/J1sV962zGSQ/s320/monster%2Bsquad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3: &lt;u&gt;Monster Squad&lt;/u&gt;. Have you guys seen this? It's great. I watch it all two times I have babies...something about it calms me. And it is hilarious. Tessa also enjoys it. And I think my nephew does too-he loves a lot of scary things, on account of his mom makes him watch Cujo so they don't have to buy a dog. You know who you are...Cecily. But if you guys wanna see a 4 year old rock a zombie impression, head over to Stone's house. He has slo-mo down to a science.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577705837876532386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f503FPZkXTc/TWf96FhA1KI/AAAAAAAABiA/0La2ab1B8wY/s320/heavyweights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4: &lt;u&gt;Heavyweights.&lt;/u&gt; Ben Stiller at his finest. Seriously, it's his best performance. And who doesn't love fat kids? If you don't, you are un-American.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577705843595788610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpzuT35BCF4/TWf96a0lwUI/AAAAAAAABiI/v6oXIraDWAs/s320/galaxy%2Bquest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5: &lt;u&gt;GalaxyQuest.&lt;/u&gt; Tim Allen has a direct line to my funny bone.  He just gets me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577708118075145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puxs6moB3FY/TWf_-z6ufUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/ooA-Y1SInZw/s320/billy%2Belliot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;6: &lt;u&gt;Billy Elliot&lt;/u&gt;.  Am I embarrassed that this is the only serious movie in my list?  No.  Because this movie is so great, it beats out all other serious movies.  I can't even talk about it without crying.  Ask my sister...we had a very awkward car ride the day after I saw it...I cried the whole time almost.  I can't even write about it now, because I'm tearing up.  I just love it so much.  At the end when his family comes to support him?...It's great.  Watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1712085413138699789?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1712085413138699789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1712085413138699789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1712085413138699789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1712085413138699789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-fave-movies.html' title='DAY 2-Fave Movies'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVPpLjZ4fLg/TWf95jAcx8I/AAAAAAAABho/E96ypcfSrI8/s72-c/just%2Bfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2164422428014437545</id><published>2011-02-24T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:01:06.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Call It A Comeback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...Cuz I've been here for years.  Seriously, someone is blogging!!!  So my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://badonkatonkas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; started doing this today.  And she's funny, so you can look at it.  Plus her blog's not private because she loves sharing her life with all the weirdo's and pervies out there.  So I'm gonna do it too, because apparently it's the new thing to do.  I thought it was swinging, so I'm glad I was wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 1: recent picture of yourself and 5 interesting facts about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 2: your favorite movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 3: pet peeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 4: meaning behind your blog name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 5: your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 6: your celebrity crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 7: an animal you'd love to keep a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s a pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 8: a hobby of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 9: a place you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 10: a person you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 11: favorite tv shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 12: photo of you taken ten years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 13: something you're afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 14: your makeup bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 15: your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 16: something you're looking forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 17: favorite book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 18: what makes you different from everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 19: something you bought recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 20: favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 21: your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 22: a place you've traveled to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 23: favorite recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 24: favorite photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 25: plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 26: a habit you wish you didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 27: a picture of you last year and a picture of you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 28: something that stresses you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 29: put your ipod on shuffle, what are the first ten songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;day 30: photo of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So here is a recent picture-it's seriously from a few months ago, but I realize that we have no pictures of me...they are all of Tessa or Sully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeZZ6GFqmTM/TWalN-gCX_I/AAAAAAAABhg/_JJ0sEB5POw/s320/pics_644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577326848079192050" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5 interesting facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1: I know a lot about X-Men.  It's weird, because I'm not a total nerd and I'm kind of pretty...but I have something in my brain that has retained information about all of their powers and stuff.  And I've never read a single comic...or watched any of the cartoons.  I've totes seen the movies though.  I love that Sir Ian McKellan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2: I love music.  I can't go a day without crying while listening to music.  That sounds super lame, but I seriously just love it.  It makes my blood hurt it's so great.  I love singing and I'm pretty positive I could be on American Idol if I had familial support....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3: Alex can't think of anything interesting about me, which I find interesting.  Someone married me for my money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4: My favorite movies of all time are scary/horror movies.  Seriously, whenever Alex wants to go on a date I ask to go see whichever scary movie is out.  Our last anniversary he wanted to go to a RomCom (gay) and I chose A Haunting in Connecticut (which wasn't that great).  Talk about getting into the romantic mood.  Our next anniversary is going to rock because Scream 4 should be released around then.  I once spent an entire summer just watching Friday the 13th movies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5: I can't give blood because I feel like they are sucking my life out.  I can actually feel the life being drained into that little tube.  That's the only thing that I seriously loathe about being pregnant, is that they have to draw your blood for some tests.  It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6: Alex just came up with his fact:  I'm the only one that can work a DVR in our house.  That's the love of my life for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But for reals-you push 'DVR'.  That's about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Until tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1864526437759194384-2164422428014437545?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2164422428014437545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2164422428014437545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2164422428014437545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2164422428014437545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='Don&apos;t Call It A Comeback...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeZZ6GFqmTM/TWalN-gCX_I/AAAAAAAABhg/_JJ0sEB5POw/s72-c/pics_644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3586598164170970653</id><published>2011-02-24T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:18:59.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we thought it was Elmo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So turns out, Sullivan doesn't have a love for Sesame Street, like I mentioned in my previous post.  It's Top Chef that he loves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYOEqbOEDrQ/TWagwzta_dI/AAAAAAAABhI/pUPc7an-0GM/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577321948919823826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sat for the whole hour.  Or 45 minutes, because we fast forward the commercials.  He's rooting for Jersey Mike, which is weird since I'm rooting for Richard Blaze.  I mean, fried mayonnaise you guys?  Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3586598164170970653?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3586598164170970653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3586598164170970653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3586598164170970653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3586598164170970653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-we-thought-it-was-elmo.html' title='And we thought it was Elmo....'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYOEqbOEDrQ/TWagwzta_dI/AAAAAAAABhI/pUPc7an-0GM/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3221897145193943735</id><published>2011-02-23T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:52:15.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you are....you are welcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey everyone.  So I totally made my blog private and then stopped blogging.  Turns out Alex really did load all of those picture on our computer, just under some different folder.  So I could have blogged the crap out of the last few weeks...but I didn't.  Anyway, there are lots of updates today my friends...as told through the next few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back story: Alex is the boss of lots of people.  I mean lots...he's super important.  That's what he's been telling me anyway.  So one of his employees was in Utah a few weeks ago and they went to a BYU game.  I was so mad that I couldn't go...ha.  Funny if that were real, right?  Can't you imagine me loving B-ball?  I know I can't.  Anyway, Tessa was invited, so I figured I'd dress her in all blue on account of her love for fashion...not basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc42qLI53CA/TWWX4y13W9I/AAAAAAAABgA/beBvlWUDQk8/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577030715544394706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's been into some super fierce posing lately.  She is in the running for America's Next Top Model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, Tessa finally started dance!  She's been begging me forever to find her a dance class.  Seriously, everyday she would ask me (except for the day she wanted to do karate.  That was weird.).  So I finally found a little class by our house.  She loves it.  She has no idea what any of the dance is that she's been learning, but she knows she gets to wear shoes...so that's exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt_9eyKJ0Jk/TWWX5LC1B3I/AAAAAAAABgI/hXH6LZWxBy4/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577030722041218930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again with the fierce-ness.  She's so funny!  That tiger is in there for effect.  It's like a parallel to her ferocity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0kp_3F6nZw/TWWX5s2EbVI/AAAAAAAABgQ/pBmMA5-25t0/s320/DSC_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577030731114507602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is her ballerina pose.  Too bad they don't do any ballet in her class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Sullivan wasn't feeling well the other morning and he just wanted to be held, which was cool because I had some television that wasn't going to watch itself!  So I sat down to watch Top Chef...Well apparently Sully is a little fan as well!  He sat upright and really got into it the whole time...or at least for the whole quickfire challenge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzOsdbGcqoI/TWWX6TuSYcI/AAAAAAAABgg/RlOnURF9SZ4/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577030741550850498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was when Alex interrupted him while he was getting his Dale on...ugh, he looks good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AU-C_sU1j4/TWWX5_dllBI/AAAAAAAABgY/mXlHvab_VrI/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577030736112096274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah...I forgot to mention that Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Telly were the guest judges.  Seriously, he was in awe of those puppets.  As soon as they were gone, he got right back to crying.  So don't you worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So back to him being sick-he was really sick so I called the doctor and they had me bring him in.  It was awesome.  I don't know how your doctor's are, but mine totes sent us home with a gift..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-898vOZi1xh4/TWWZKA2t9-I/AAAAAAAABgo/AndiuIH6nn4/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032110875473890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. Sullivan has RSV.  So great...it's like butterflies are living in his chest cavity...he sounds like death and looks like an angel.  If angels were covered in snot.  And medicine.  Poor thing.  But he does love that nebulizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87hCZWsR8Q8/TWWZKm7t90I/AAAAAAAABgw/-mV784g3yE8/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032121096992578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is a crappy picture, but it was just to show the long tubing thing that goes with it.  Plus we got 4 boxes of little medicine tubes.  It's crazy!  As we were doing this breathing thing, Alex was making dinner.  So everyone was distracted...do you want to know where Tessa was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;If you were going to say raiding her closet, then you'd be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iO4lScNuKXs/TWWZK8Snp-I/AAAAAAAABg4/GcdHNgDPh7I/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032126830192610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so proud of herself.  Hannah Montana jacket, dress with a unicorn on it, butterfly tights, and pink cowboy boots.  If you are wondering where you could nab yourself one of these outfits, you are outta luck.  It's all vintage.  JK.  Most of it's from H&amp;amp;M.  She's starting a style blog soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmLJhFF1urc/TWWZLQGHKoI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZGa7h76PKA4/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032132146440834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know.  This is how she posed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's it.  Stay classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3221897145193943735?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3221897145193943735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3221897145193943735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3221897145193943735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3221897145193943735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/look-outthis-is-bignhthttp1bpblogspotco.html' title='Here you are....you are welcome.'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xc42qLI53CA/TWWX4y13W9I/AAAAAAAABgA/beBvlWUDQk8/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3098205795191105178</id><published>2011-02-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:03:23.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's excited?</title><content type='html'>About my privatized blog?  I am.  So excited that I was going to do a major post with all these pictures and funny things and all that.  Well, I can't find where Alex saved all the pictures that I had him take off of our camera- he swears he did it....&lt;br /&gt;So until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3098205795191105178?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3098205795191105178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3098205795191105178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3098205795191105178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3098205795191105178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/whos-excited.html' title='Who&apos;s excited?'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6960982398460328537</id><published>2011-02-04T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:13:32.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubie Grace</title><content type='html'>Hey all-I'm still going private, but I thought I'd wait until next week to pick up any straggling emails from people who want in on the delightfulness of my blog.  Until then, here's a lil something for a lil someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TUwkDcA5K8I/AAAAAAAABf4/12oXB8JEZts/s1600/Summer_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TUwkDcA5K8I/AAAAAAAABf4/12oXB8JEZts/s320/Summer_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569866480628607938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUDIE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh-can you believe this little girl is 3 today?  I can't.  Tessa still describes her as one of the babies...not true.  She's like a child now.  If you haven't met Rubie, you haven't lived.  She's a fun one...there are things that she says that I'll think about months later and still laugh about.  You should meet her...she won't disappoint...if she decides you are worthy of talking too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6960982398460328537?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6960982398460328537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6960982398460328537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6960982398460328537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6960982398460328537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubie-grace.html' title='Rubie Grace'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TUwkDcA5K8I/AAAAAAAABf4/12oXB8JEZts/s72-c/Summer_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8844094172149713126</id><published>2011-01-30T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:56:56.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private</title><content type='html'>So weird story.  The other day my sister decided to privatize her blog, so I called her to see if she found out creepers were looking at it-totally joking-but she said that one day she had a ton of random followers that she had never heard of, and they were sketchy and all that.  And then she kept getting random weird comments-like spam-so she had to go through and delete them all, so she decided to privatize.  So I was like, "that's weird because that's never happened to me"...not even kidding, the next day it happened.  So I was going to wait and see if it happened again, and it has, so I'm going private.  I actually hate private blogs, because I don't like to tell people I know all of their intimate details, but I feel like everyone who reads this are people that I know, so just leave me your emails.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I jinx myself all the time, because when people tell me about weird things that happen to them, I think "weird, that's never happened to me"  and then the next day it happens.  Just like that time when Alex's aunt told me she got a random virus that totally screwed up her computer...the next day I had a million porn thumbnails pop up on my desktop.  Which is weird, because we only use the laptop for our porn...Just kidding.  Well, about the laptop, not about the millions of porn thumbnails that popped up.  That's for reals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your emails, I'll totally invite you to read about my life....if I feel like you can be trusted and aren't a super weirdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-8844094172149713126?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8844094172149713126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8844094172149713126' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8844094172149713126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8844094172149713126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-private.html' title='Going Private'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7081316060178648796</id><published>2011-01-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:24:15.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sullivan</title><content type='html'>So Sullivan is 6 months old!  Eek, right?  I know.  I'm convinced he got Alex's scrawny lil body...jk, Alex is super meaty and strong.  JK again.  But when Tessa was this age she was in the 90th percentile for her height and weight, so basically she was whatever the girl version of a tank was.  Sullivan, on the other hand, is only 27 inches long, so 75th percentile, and 17 pounds, which is only 50th!  I know, who's kid is this, right?  But he's a-dorable.  He doesn't sit up yet, but I really feel like he crawls already.  He can make it across the floor in just a few short hours.  And, he can speak French!  Ha..I kid again, but wouldn't that be crazy?  I bet there is a baby somewhere that is speaking French at 6 months.  &lt;br /&gt;Since I've sucked at taking pictures lately, this is the most recent shot I've got of this little guy-I was working yesterday and he was being fussy because he had to get shots, and so I pulled out Tessa's old bouncy thing.  He loved it.  For 5 minutes.  AH, I love him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TS6aefnoU2I/AAAAAAAABfo/zSpBB1Rom_4/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TS6aefnoU2I/AAAAAAAABfo/zSpBB1Rom_4/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552438523614050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out of focus because he had figured out how to bounce in it.  But his ears seem like they are still in focus...weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7081316060178648796?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7081316060178648796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7081316060178648796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7081316060178648796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7081316060178648796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2011/01/sullivan.html' title='Sullivan'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TS6aefnoU2I/AAAAAAAABfo/zSpBB1Rom_4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3423569468449328256</id><published>2010-12-07T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:24:44.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sully and Tessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQba-icI/AAAAAAAABe8/M2q6fVKnPcs/s1600/fall%2B089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQba-icI/AAAAAAAABe8/M2q6fVKnPcs/s320/fall%2B089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052393112799682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never actually write anything about the kids-ha, I know, funny right?  All I do is talk about them, but it's because they are genuinely the most awesome of awesomes.  But I figured I'd do this because I took pictures, and what's the point of pictures if you don't blog them?  That's the only reason we own a camera.  So firstly, Tessa wrote a letter to Santa the other day.  She's in preschool so she's learning her letters, but she doesn't really know how to write them that well.  She can point them out and stuff, but she's still only barely 4, so she isn't super advanced when it comes to writing.  Ask her any lyrics to Lady Gaga though-she knows that like the back of her lil hand.  So we sat down to write Santa a letter, and I would show her the letters on my paper, and then she would copy them on hers.  I am not even kidding, it was amazing.  She wrote them amazingly.  I was in shock.  I made Alex come down and watch her, and he was like, "yeah, well we pay monthly for her to learn this stuff, so it's worth it."  I was like, "get this kid on Ellen."  So I realize it wasn't that amazing, but to me it was impressive.  So here are the pictures I got.  I don't know if the letter shows up very well, but I kept a copy of it so I could have it forever...I'm great.  And she only actually wrote out Dear Santa.  Then it's supposed to say I love deer(?) but she didn't pay attention anymore after that.  Then she drew pictures of what she wanted, but that wasn't as impressive, so I didn't take a picture of that.  And she can write her name, but it wouldn't fit in the picture without it being too hard to see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kPUdN0BI/AAAAAAAABek/OCiE9QvA3Qk/s1600/fall%2B080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kPUdN0BI/AAAAAAAABek/OCiE9QvA3Qk/s320/fall%2B080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052374063271954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her trying to keep her eyes open next to her letter.  She still has eye things sometimes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kPoNry5I/AAAAAAAABes/uzSfI22mKlY/s1600/fall%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kPoNry5I/AAAAAAAABes/uzSfI22mKlY/s320/fall%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052379366837138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is her letter.  I know it may not be that impressive, but I was impressed.  This was all by herself...so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we put up our Christmas Tree, and we discovered it's the best babysitter ever.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQMvnh5I/AAAAAAAABe0/wfuOrZyGnco/s1600/fall%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQMvnh5I/AAAAAAAABe0/wfuOrZyGnco/s320/fall%2B083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052389172840338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we started feeding Sullivan real food.  We tried in St. George, but he wasn't having it and most of it ended up on his bib.  But this time I think he got a lot of it in his mouth.  I have the poop to prove it. (well, I don't have it, but it seemed like proof at the time.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQ2dGQII/AAAAAAAABfE/035xW-7aUBQ/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQ2dGQII/AAAAAAAABfE/035xW-7aUBQ/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052400369451138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3423569468449328256?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3423569468449328256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3423569468449328256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3423569468449328256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3423569468449328256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/12/sully-and-tessa.html' title='Sully and Tessa'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6kQba-icI/AAAAAAAABe8/M2q6fVKnPcs/s72-c/fall%2B089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-560579869721930362</id><published>2010-12-07T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:12:09.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up-Fall</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, I haven't really put much effort into blog posts lately.  Apparently I've been busy being a good mom/wife.  Sorry readers, my bad.  Well now that my kids are sufficiently being neglected (JK, Sully is asleep and Tessa is playing at the neighbors) I will update you like you've never been updated before.  Where to start?  Well since the last real thing I updated was Tessa's birthday, we'll go from there...which is basically Thanksgiving.  &lt;br /&gt;So for Thanksgiving this year we were with my family, which means St. George.  On Sunday morning I got a call from my sister at 8 am (thanks Ces.)  saying there was a huge storm coming so we needed to leave Sunday instead of Monday, which was the original plan.  Alex was leaving for New York, so he didn't really care too much if we left that day.  So the girls all gathered at my house after Alex went to church-that's right, just Alex-and Devon took Alex and Zach to the airport as we finished forcing the children into their car.  Well guess what happened...if you were going to say Alex went to the airport with my keys in his pocket, thus delaying our trip by an hour or so, then you'd be right.  So Devon had to bring the keys back to us, and then we left.  Well, 9 hours later we made it to St. George.  Yep, that storm was a little bit early apparently.  And the stupid Beaver Police kept ruining our lives.  They closed the freeway for about 3 hours, as we sat there in our cars.  Luckily all the kids were amazing, so it wasn't too bad.  And Stone and Tessa learned what it's like to pee by the side of the road.  So it was educational as well.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures of when we actually got down there:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YT-utRwI/AAAAAAAABc0/FYdJdB1cx6k/s1600/fall%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YT-utRwI/AAAAAAAABc0/FYdJdB1cx6k/s320/fall%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548039259990869762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebs, Rubie, and Stone watching TV.  Rubie turned around right before I took the picture, and then immediately went to put her arm around Stone to show how precious she is.  He immediately moved away from her.  So cute&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YTbpECJI/AAAAAAAABcs/FJ_z4SDm6HE/s1600/fall%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YTbpECJI/AAAAAAAABcs/FJ_z4SDm6HE/s320/fall%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548039250571954322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom bought a big play doh set for all the kids.  It seriously was the best/worst thing ever.  At first it was best, because they all played with it forever so we could watch our stories.  Then it was the worst, because they all wanted to play with it, which turned into some bully beatdowns.  I'm pretty sure Tessa almost shanked someone over the pink play doh.  And that someone was probably Rubie...sorry Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Wednesday we were in for some drama.  I really won't get into it, because it's the longest story of my life, but Alex and Zach's plane was delayed like 4 times, so we didn't know if they were going to get there, and I couldn't handle another night without a husband, and neither could Cecily, so we were mad.  People cried.  Then we laughed.  And there were hugs involved somewhere in there.  Oh and some cooking, but I digress...so when we finally figured out that their plane was eventually going to get into the St. George airport sometime that day, we loaded up all the kids and headed over, signs and all.  Have you ever taken 9 kids to an aiport?  It blows.  Yep, I said it.  It was the worst.  But they looked cute enough&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6ZuBQ2LKI/AAAAAAAABdE/rvqvFrtsigI/s1600/fall%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6ZuBQ2LKI/AAAAAAAABdE/rvqvFrtsigI/s320/fall%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548040806859156642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice how none of them are looking at the camera?  It's because they were all plotting to go crazy on us.  And they did.  They ran around, climbed on stuff, and I'm pretty sure Sebs figured out how to get into the employees only section of the airport because he mad-dogged the door for like an hour.  And someone probably stole something.  I don't know who or what, but I bet it happened&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YUNysjrI/AAAAAAAABc8/58wXxqlzhfo/s1600/fall%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YUNysjrI/AAAAAAAABc8/58wXxqlzhfo/s320/fall%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548039264034131634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when they finally got home.  I was super happy.  Cecily cried she was so happy.  I'm not even kidding.  She cried a lot...I didn't.  I tried to, but I was just so excited to have someone else take over the children that I had actually already gone to sleep in my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Thanksgiving, so we ate some food.  Here is my proof:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6Zu8MA0VI/AAAAAAAABdM/IEMCCpfBxTg/s1600/fall%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6Zu8MA0VI/AAAAAAAABdM/IEMCCpfBxTg/s320/fall%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548040822676574546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night we all headed down to the basement to have family togetherness.  People played pool&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6ZveeduFI/AAAAAAAABdU/0EyEJD92QrU/s1600/fall%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6ZveeduFI/AAAAAAAABdU/0EyEJD92QrU/s320/fall%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548040831880771666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People cuddled with my baby&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6ZxoRc2VI/AAAAAAAABdc/bnyQFfrIhk8/s1600/fall%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6ZxoRc2VI/AAAAAAAABdc/bnyQFfrIhk8/s320/fall%2B041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548040868870281554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and people played foosball:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6dd4r_lEI/AAAAAAAABeM/Hm6QY3M9Wgw/s1600/fall%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6dd4r_lEI/AAAAAAAABeM/Hm6QY3M9Wgw/s320/fall%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548044927725704258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where was I, you might ask?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6eC2og-sI/AAAAAAAABeU/oLo3vkWuWaU/s1600/fall%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6eC2og-sI/AAAAAAAABeU/oLo3vkWuWaU/s320/fall%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548045562829404866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bK-dDz6I/AAAAAAAABdk/Gjuksl5oEYE/s1600/fall%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bK-dDz6I/AAAAAAAABdk/Gjuksl5oEYE/s320/fall%2B050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548042403832909730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing my brains out.  Seriously, try to pry that mic from my fingers...it ain't happenin.  I just love music so much.  When my sisters finally did get their own song on, I stood as close as I could and sang right into their ears...and hearts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6eDPKT6ZI/AAAAAAAABec/FxuVGebJYnc/s1600/fall%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6eDPKT6ZI/AAAAAAAABec/FxuVGebJYnc/s320/fall%2B051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548045569413605778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof.  &lt;br /&gt;That night, we went shopping.  I've never been a Black Friday shopper, but there was a Kitchen Aid at Wal-Mart for $150, so I was all for it.  So we went to Wal Mart at Midnight.  Then we went to the outlets.  Then Target.  And at 6 am the next morning, we finally got home.  I'm totally a die hard shopper.  I figured we saved about $1000 between all of us.  We probably spent close to $3000, but still...&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day the boys went golfing.  These are just funny pictures, I have no good story to go with it because girls don't golf, they cook...so says my brothers.  Or me.  I'm not a feminist, so I'm cool with gender roles&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bLXRr6XI/AAAAAAAABds/fM77dnOR25U/s1600/fall%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bLXRr6XI/AAAAAAAABds/fM77dnOR25U/s320/fall%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548042410496092530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron blending in with the walls.  He had on a whole lot of khaki&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bL43TCZI/AAAAAAAABd0/HyImFkZdPNg/s1600/fall%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bL43TCZI/AAAAAAAABd0/HyImFkZdPNg/s320/fall%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548042419512215954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told them to be fun and this is what I got.  Coleman and Zach must have been delayed.  Or in awe.  My dad's idea of fun is lifting his arm.  Bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we came home-it took us 7 hours to get home because again, we love to travel during horrible snowstorms.  But again, the kids were great.  Luckily they are seasoned travelers, so they're used to that kind of stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;I figure I'll throw Alex's birthday in with the rest of this, because it was right after we got home.  So as I said before, he turned 28 on Monday.  I can't believe it.  But when he was growing up his family would make those Happy Birthday banners and hang them on the mantle for the birthday people.  Well Alex's little brother's birthday is on December 3rd, so it's only 4 days after Alex.  So he always complains that his banner would only last for 4 days, then Jordy would get his up for like 2 weeks.  So being the awesome planner that I am, I made this little poster for him at midnight the night before his birthday.  I know, I'm great.  I think Mindy would approve-right Mindy?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bMX3WQ-I/AAAAAAAABd8/iuDYwaAKUec/s1600/fall%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bMX3WQ-I/AAAAAAAABd8/iuDYwaAKUec/s320/fall%2B066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548042427833926626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It stayed up for a week.  Then I was like," Hey boo, it's Christmas's birthday now, so we be decoratin!"&lt;br /&gt;And poor Alex (well, not poor Alex) bought a Mac from his Aunt back in October, so that's all he got for his birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bM15yBPI/AAAAAAAABeE/-nz4Jxy23s0/s1600/fall%2B073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6bM15yBPI/AAAAAAAABeE/-nz4Jxy23s0/s320/fall%2B073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548042435897197810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's his Christmas too, so he better expect it's going to be wrapped again...JK, I gave him a shirt and pants.  That he bought for himself in October...so his birthday was awesome. But really, I think he had a good day.  Aside from buying every single Christmas present we had to buy that day, so we spent like a million dollars, which he was not too happy about, I think he enjoyed himself.  He got himself a pie and everything.  He deserved it!  So that was our week.  I'll post some more stuff in about 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-560579869721930362?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/560579869721930362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=560579869721930362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/560579869721930362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/560579869721930362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up-fall.html' title='Catching Up-Fall'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TP6YT-utRwI/AAAAAAAABc0/FYdJdB1cx6k/s72-c/fall%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8139632849191425159</id><published>2010-11-29T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:15:24.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to this guy:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TPQXFdZ0B5I/AAAAAAAABck/chXYKBuGyA0/s1600/DSC_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TPQXFdZ0B5I/AAAAAAAABck/chXYKBuGyA0/s320/DSC_0246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545082423759603602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures never get old.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh-he is 28 years old today-which is practically 30.  Can you believe that I know a 28 year old?  And what's worse, I'm married to one!?!?  Love this kid.  Or old man.  I took a bazillion pictures today because I'm the best wife ever, but I didn't load them yet, so maybe I will sometime.  I made him breakfast in bed (which was cereal that I carried upstairs on a cookie sheet.)  And then for his presents he got our computer that we got a month ago.  We aren't clever with our gifts lately.  Anyway, he doesn't ever read my blog, but if he happens upon this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you boo.  boo be boo be boo boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates when I call him boo over 2 times in one sentence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, happy 150th blog post to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-8139632849191425159?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8139632849191425159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8139632849191425159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8139632849191425159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8139632849191425159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TPQXFdZ0B5I/AAAAAAAABck/chXYKBuGyA0/s72-c/DSC_0246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2639401506663287604</id><published>2010-11-15T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:21:59.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>So who has a genius baby?  Oh, not you guys?  Yeah, that's right-it's me.  Sullivan rolled over today.  I don't even care that he's 4 months old and it's totally normal.  I was surprised.  So was Tessa-she honestly thought it was a miracle.  She's been taunting him with toys and food ever since to get him to do it again.  And it's worked-3 whole times.  Then he got mad and cried, so she got bored and started playing with her baby iPad again.  I have genius children.  Brag brag brag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2639401506663287604?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2639401506663287604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2639401506663287604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2639401506663287604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2639401506663287604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/11/genius.html' title='Genius'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-845711633948597968</id><published>2010-11-11T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:40:51.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Birthday</title><content type='html'>AH!  I have a 4 year old.  I know, I'm so grown up.  I figured I'd wait to post about it until all of Tessa's birthday celebrations were done, so here we are.  Trust me when I say, this girl parties like it's 1999-and she doesn't even know how it was in 1999, but that just shows what a genius 4 year old I have.  Jealous, much?  I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was the start of the b-day celebratory events.  On Saturday, we went to Incredible Pizza.  Does anyone know if they have frequent diner cards?  Cuz the Osborne's need us some of thems.  Tessa was fortunate to be born in the same month as pretty much all of Alex's friends and Alex.  Or two of Alex's friends.  Or lucky for them-I probably wouldn't plan their parties if I didn't have a kid born on the same day.  (her and Andy have the same day of birth, Steve's is the next day.)  So lucky for all them 30 year olds that I planned a party at Incredible Pizza.  Tessa loved it.  And I'm pretty sure the rest of them did too.  You're welcome guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxg4Tq-UI/AAAAAAAABbA/EXvf2Fx-hdI/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxg4Tq-UI/AAAAAAAABbA/EXvf2Fx-hdI/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538356082699336002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is most everyone at the table.  I think Emmett had had enough eating, so the Strong's were getting their game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxhBVHWsI/AAAAAAAABbI/XmwHXXCt53k/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxhBVHWsI/AAAAAAAABbI/XmwHXXCt53k/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538356085121309378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanna hear something adorable?  The single boys bought Tessa this Barbie with a scooter.  What's even more adorable is they made me look bad, because everytime we go to the store Tessa asks for it, and I say no.  So they made her night.  And she'll always remember that if Mommy says no, she can ask Steve or Mike or Adam or Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was her actual day of birth, but she had to go to church.  They sang to her and gave her a pencil (we had to sharpen it ourselves).  JK. It was cute and she was excited.  Tessa enjoys being the center of attention.  Just ask all the other kids we don't ever notice.  So after church she got to open her presents.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxibdfEpI/AAAAAAAABbg/oPSWKtYBA3c/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxibdfEpI/AAAAAAAABbg/oPSWKtYBA3c/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538356109315609234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been asking for an iPad ever since they came out.  She even told my mom and sister that her daddy was getting her one for her birthday, which came as a surprise to Alex.  So one day I had to tell her the we can't buy a 4 year old an iPad, and she seriously was depressed for like 2 hours.  So I found this little thing that Fisher Price makes that is a touch screen thing with games and music and you can load photos onto it.  SO we told Tessa it was a baby iPad.  Best idea ever.  She loved it.  Suck it, Apple.  So here she is opening her baby iPad, and loving it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw0BC4NBNI/AAAAAAAABbo/3Od2jpOQ18g/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw0BC4NBNI/AAAAAAAABbo/3Od2jpOQ18g/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538358834315986130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to my parents house to celebrate Tessa, my Dad, and Alex's birthday.  My mom really wanted a family picture out in the leaves, so we attempted that.  The kids were pretty distracted on account of there being leaves EVERYWHERE.  So it was cute.  And of course the camera battery died.  But this is what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw0Bm093oI/AAAAAAAABbw/tMVqu8tMwNQ/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw0Bm093oI/AAAAAAAABbw/tMVqu8tMwNQ/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538358843966086786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in the leaves.  Cute.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw06nEfB5I/AAAAAAAABb4/R0l5NPvaX9Y/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw06nEfB5I/AAAAAAAABb4/R0l5NPvaX9Y/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538359823283718034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa having help from all 8 of the cousins opening her presents.  Stone really wanted her to relax on her birthday, so he figured he could open her presents for her.  He's a sweetheart.  That's him in the Buzz Lightyear costume, just checking out what she should open next.  You can't see Kenzie in the picture, and I think Dexter is right on the ground.  Opening presents at the Madsen's is definitely like a mini riot.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, Monday Alex's family came over for a little celebration.  And she got more presents, which she loves.  Unfortunately I thought it was a great idea to take both of the kids to the doctor that afternoon, and they both got shots, so they felt great.  And they were pleasant.  Mom of the year.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw06wgY3fI/AAAAAAAABcA/p_wGX8BVS58/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw06wgY3fI/AAAAAAAABcA/p_wGX8BVS58/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538359825816673778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents.  She got more barbie stuff, a really comfy blanket, and some more clothes.  AND, Lance bought her about 10 different notebooks, which if you know her, you know he won for best present ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw07Z-qvNI/AAAAAAAABcI/nBJZRu17v-Q/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw07Z-qvNI/AAAAAAAABcI/nBJZRu17v-Q/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538359836949527762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her checking out the notebooks.  She was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday, she was the birthday leader at her school.  So I stayed up making cupcakes and doing her poster, which turned out j'adorable.  It was so adorable, it was french.  That probably earned me some mom of the year points.  I wouldn't let her help with the cupcakes or the poster.  I'm the best. She still didn't feel very good, and even her teacher told Alex she could tell she didn't feel good, which was sad.  And it also tells me she might be a little crazy at pre-school.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw1caKkRbI/AAAAAAAABcY/bYyKTr6Z0c8/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw1caKkRbI/AAAAAAAABcY/bYyKTr6Z0c8/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538360403935118770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa looking sick.  Sad.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw1cAUVBuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/jGNeKettxsg/s1600/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNw1cAUVBuI/AAAAAAAABcQ/jGNeKettxsg/s320/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538360396996740834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa with her poster.&lt;br /&gt;I think she had an awesome birthday, she still likes the presents she got, which is good-I just can't believe she's 4.  It is crazy.  Ugh. I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-845711633948597968?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/845711633948597968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=845711633948597968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/845711633948597968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/845711633948597968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/11/tessas-birthday.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNwxg4Tq-UI/AAAAAAAABbA/EXvf2Fx-hdI/s72-c/tessa%2Bbirthday%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3107493760567065744</id><published>2010-11-07T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:31:32.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tessa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNeYxs2XuII/AAAAAAAABa4/gL293GJN4X4/s1600/pics_594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNeYxs2XuII/AAAAAAAABa4/gL293GJN4X4/s320/pics_594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537062246495533186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tessa's birthday today!  My lil gal is 4 years old...4 going on 40...I actually don't know what that term really means, but I'm pretty sure it means she acts old for her age?  Yes?  Well she does.  And even though she's been exceptionally mean to me and Alex today, we LOVE her.  There will be more blogs to come celebrating the day she was born, but we spanned it out in a 3-4 day period.  So hopefully by Wednesday the celebratin' will be done and I'll show all the amazingness that was Tessa's birthday.  See ya then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3107493760567065744?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3107493760567065744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3107493760567065744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3107493760567065744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3107493760567065744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-tessa.html' title='Happy Birthday Tessa!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNeYxs2XuII/AAAAAAAABa4/gL293GJN4X4/s72-c/pics_594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6803533713887237815</id><published>2010-11-02T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:36:28.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I know-someone's behind!!  But I've been out of town for most of October, so I am slowly but surely getting other important things done before blogging.  Like catching up on Jersey Shore-what's the situation with Situation, right?  Anyway, I know everyone is DYING to see pictures of my kiddos on Halloween, so wish granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCO3kk9OmI/AAAAAAAABZ8/v_0r-4tzlDQ/s1600/pics_612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCO3kk9OmI/AAAAAAAABZ8/v_0r-4tzlDQ/s320/pics_612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535081027400972898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa getting her make up did.  If you know her, you know she's a bit of a diva (I say 'bit' extremely loosely-and by diva I mean drama queen.)  BUT, she can be having a tantrum of her life, and if I tell her she can put make up on, she calms down in about 2 seconds.  And you know, it was Halloween. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCPZYKRbfI/AAAAAAAABaM/3sWponniR2o/s1600/pics_635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCPZYKRbfI/AAAAAAAABaM/3sWponniR2o/s320/pics_635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535081608183377394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final product.  Sullivan was the Cheshire Cat, but he wouldn't keep his smile binky in, so it was hard to tell.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCPYLbI-iI/AAAAAAAABaE/5xWKOxC3T1E/s1600/pics_627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCPYLbI-iI/AAAAAAAABaE/5xWKOxC3T1E/s320/pics_627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535081587584596514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa as Alice in Wonderland. I've got about 30 pictures of different poses, but this is the best.  She knows how to work it.  I blame the media.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCQ3piKGDI/AAAAAAAABaU/WWtHty5fVCw/s1600/pics_659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCQ3piKGDI/AAAAAAAABaU/WWtHty5fVCw/s320/pics_659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535083227754666034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa and Sully with the grandparents. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCQ4LvRxYI/AAAAAAAABac/rnrJvydZjKw/s1600/pics_663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCQ4LvRxYI/AAAAAAAABac/rnrJvydZjKw/s320/pics_663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535083236936500610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the sisters with Dexter.  He was a butcher.  OMG I love him.  You know how sometimes you are gone for a day and you miss your kids or your spouse or something sooooo much and you can't wait until you see them again?  Well I do this with Dexter...seriously, sometimes I just randomly show up just to hold him and eat his cheeks.  And you better believe that's a homemade jelly filled doughnut that Cessy's holding.  Change my life, try.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCRXVYiAqI/AAAAAAAABas/yvFBW8d0hvM/s1600/pics_661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCRXVYiAqI/AAAAAAAABas/yvFBW8d0hvM/s320/pics_661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535083772101395106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa and her cousins-Stone and Sebby.  Ugh-I love these boys too.  I'm pretty sure Sebby hates me, but I'm gonna make him love me if it's the last thing I do.  This was right after I forced him to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCQ4fpZ3fI/AAAAAAAABak/l9MHzykMQEc/s1600/pics_665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCQ4fpZ3fI/AAAAAAAABak/l9MHzykMQEc/s320/pics_665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535083242280574450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Picture-me and Alex dressed up too.  I was Chelsea 6.0 and he was Alex circa 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures with my kids and the other cousins because we were gone for that family par-tay, but if you want to see some cute kids, go to Cessy's &lt;a href="http://zachandcessy.blogspot.com/2010/11/stone-turns-4.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Seriously, I know everyone thinks they have the cutest neices and nephews, but you are all liars.  Except Cessy and Cailey and Ashlii...or any of my other siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6803533713887237815?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6803533713887237815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6803533713887237815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6803533713887237815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6803533713887237815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TNCO3kk9OmI/AAAAAAAABZ8/v_0r-4tzlDQ/s72-c/pics_612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3866300232978337634</id><published>2010-10-20T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:12:47.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://joshandjosh.typepad.com/josh_josh_are_rich_and_fa/images/diet_coke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  If you know me you should know I L.O.V.E Diet Coke.  And you should know that I'm awesome.  But that's not what we're talking about right now.  Anyway, since I had my baby 4 months ago, I feel the normal fat-ness that comes with it.  Except side note:I look pretty good.  Anyway, I decided (with some slight coaxing from Alex) that I should probably stop drinking soda.  And since the only soda I drink is Diet Coke, that means I have to stop drinking it.  And Alex wasn't slightly coaxing-he was pretty much threatening me...with a new comforter set (which I really want, so it's cool.  I just don't know where to get it from-any ideas?).  So here's what my blog is about.  Soda is good.  I seriously already miss it and it's only been 30 minutes.  But I figure since today I drank about 80 oz of Diet Coke (and 20 oz of Ginger Ale) it would be a good time to stop.  I know, I think it's gross too.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3866300232978337634?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3866300232978337634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3866300232978337634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3866300232978337634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3866300232978337634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/10/worst.html' title='Worst'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2804846682784135646</id><published>2010-10-11T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:39:37.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mom</title><content type='html'>So Alex got home from his never ending business trip this last Friday, and since he's home for a while he decided to stay home with the kids today while I went to work.  Normally I'd be all over that offer, but last night Sullivan caught some kind of bug and was throwing up for a good part of my sleep time.  BUT, this morning when it had been 4 hours since his last up-chuck, Alex told me to go to work and he could handle our kids for a day...well this is what I came home to...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOskaXWFkI/AAAAAAAABY0/nJqfjJNjGlg/s1600/oct+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOskaXWFkI/AAAAAAAABY0/nJqfjJNjGlg/s320/oct+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526950909266236994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa.  On top of the coffee table watching Monster House-you may see the Play Doh strewn about.  I'm pretty sure she's been eating it.  And that big box is the same one that Alex promised he was going to get rid of when the garbage truck came 5 hours ago.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOskwNJ35I/AAAAAAAABZE/v3gYoMmfccw/s1600/oct+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOskwNJ35I/AAAAAAAABZE/v3gYoMmfccw/s320/oct+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526950915129073554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up-same outfit that she had on yesterday.  And look at her hair....she's like a homeless kid.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOslxAesrI/AAAAAAAABZM/C1HYC8oncKc/s1600/oct+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOslxAesrI/AAAAAAAABZM/C1HYC8oncKc/s320/oct+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526950932524217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She saw the previous picture and didn't like what she saw, so she posed.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOsks5AhqI/AAAAAAAABY8/d2S6wYEVJ4M/s1600/oct+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOsks5AhqI/AAAAAAAABY8/d2S6wYEVJ4M/s320/oct+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526950914239268514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my sick lil baby.  He's still throwing up-the doctor said he caught some virus that's been going around and everything will be fine within 24-48 hours.  But notice, he's cuddling his burp cloth, no shirt on, I don't know where those socks came from, and that's Tessa's blanket.  Oh, and he's in the middle of our kitchen.  Perfect place for a nap, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, Mom of the Year is totally mine.  I can't say the same for Alex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad he's home.  Now I can finally watch all the scary movies I've been waiting to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2804846682784135646?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2804846682784135646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2804846682784135646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2804846682784135646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2804846682784135646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/10/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TLOskaXWFkI/AAAAAAAABY0/nJqfjJNjGlg/s72-c/oct+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6634671704609511688</id><published>2010-09-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:39:02.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You think she needs a creative outlet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a896160b387e60df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da896160b387e60df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74378DE9E525E95DA6E3B8129062F063BC06D2BC.3DF703932B9F06BDAEE10CC527DAD3709F9D73AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da896160b387e60df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTvHEdH10EUf1j6jmlIy1uYaJSfs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da896160b387e60df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74378DE9E525E95DA6E3B8129062F063BC06D2BC.3DF703932B9F06BDAEE10CC527DAD3709F9D73AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da896160b387e60df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTvHEdH10EUf1j6jmlIy1uYaJSfs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is what we see all the time. Seriously, if there is music on, Tessa will break into some kind of dance. I think maybe it's time to enroll her in some dance classes or something. And yes, it was the Britney Spears Glee episode that she was dancing to. We love gLee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6634671704609511688?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6634671704609511688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6634671704609511688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6634671704609511688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6634671704609511688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-think-she-needs-creative-outlet.html' title='You think she needs a creative outlet?'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2565311172177448919</id><published>2010-09-29T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:50:11.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter...meet Dexter.</title><content type='html'>I watched Dexter the other night(my nephew, not the show...although I watched that too) and I decided to introduce him to a special someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BAMOgnI/AAAAAAAABYI/8zdNhl9EinE/s1600/pics_031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BAMOgnI/AAAAAAAABYI/8zdNhl9EinE/s320/pics_031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522455497410511474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yep...these are my bobble heads.  And I figured Dexter should know where he got that name from.  You're welcome Cailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BXZHXoI/AAAAAAAABYQ/WLU9BkKB6cU/s1600/pics_029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BXZHXoI/AAAAAAAABYQ/WLU9BkKB6cU/s320/pics_029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522455503638584962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a couple of serial killers hanging out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BhJSufI/AAAAAAAABYY/m7Z5lKInh8A/s1600/pics_030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BhJSufI/AAAAAAAABYY/m7Z5lKInh8A/s320/pics_030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522455506256574962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone said something funny...I think it was about blood splatter.  Or kill rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't he the cutest?  I know...we're related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2565311172177448919?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2565311172177448919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2565311172177448919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2565311172177448919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2565311172177448919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/09/dextermeet-dexter.html' title='Dexter...meet Dexter.'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKO0BAMOgnI/AAAAAAAABYI/8zdNhl9EinE/s72-c/pics_031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4836441205949054417</id><published>2010-09-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:42:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sullivan's Blessing</title><content type='html'>So we had Sullivan's blessing about 2 weeks ago.  I seriously stressed about it for like the entire month before, which is crazy because that means I was worrying about it when he was only about 3 weeks old....  Mainly because I'm basically a single mom...so I was like, "oh man, there's lots of yard work to do...and I don't do outdoors."  Luckily, Alex came home and had enough time to get stuff done...except haul a bunch of chairs and tables in the backyard.  That was me.  (I was pissed...still am.)  I was also pretty stressed because we also had to SPEAK in church.  JK.  I rock at speaking...I've been doing it since I was like 9 months old.  But here is the one and only picture we got of the day.  My mom got some of Sully all by himself on our couch, but I don't have those.  Just picture him without the rest of us.  Cute, right?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKOxJFhMwnI/AAAAAAAABYA/05nrKKJP-Hw/s1600/pics_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKOxJFhMwnI/AAAAAAAABYA/05nrKKJP-Hw/s320/pics_021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522452337744724594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone was wondering, I also rock at being a single mom...I don't know what all of those teen mothers are complaining about.  &lt;br /&gt;JK.  I realize that might be a little inappropriate.  But Cardon family, if you are reading this, please let Alex come home...(Ashley-pass it on.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4836441205949054417?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4836441205949054417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4836441205949054417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4836441205949054417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4836441205949054417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/09/sullivans-blessing.html' title='Sullivan&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TKOxJFhMwnI/AAAAAAAABYA/05nrKKJP-Hw/s72-c/pics_021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1572598485231577802</id><published>2010-09-07T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:20:42.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastest 2 Hours Ever</title><content type='html'>Tessa started preschool today!  I was all nervous to drop her off, and I even had butterflies in my stomach last night as I was going to bed.  It was almost like I was starting preschool.  We dropped her off and she didn't even turn around...and when I wanted to take her pictures in front of the sign, I'm pretty sure I saw her roll her eyes at me.  Apparently I'm the embarrassing mom.  I guess Tessa didn't see the mom who just rolled out of bed to drop her kid off.  Or the mom that was wearing those shape up skechers...&lt;br /&gt;But we dropped her off and came back home and it was like I barely sat down and we had to go pick her up again.  When she's home 2 hours is like an eternity, but when she's gone it goes by as fast as possible!  She learned the letter S today, which is good because that makes up half of her first name.  AND she came home with book orders!  Who remembers those?  And I told her that since I rarely got to order books from the book orders, she could order whatever she wanted.  Then I looked at them, and was like, "we'll go to Barnes and Noble if you want these."  I totally get why I never got book orders.  Who wants to wait a month for a book that I can drive down the street to buy?  Anyway, here's pictures!  She's already best dressed...no joke, one of the other moms verified...    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeB7fodbI/AAAAAAAABXc/dIhtkpmZ_ck/s1600/pics_049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeB7fodbI/AAAAAAAABXc/dIhtkpmZ_ck/s320/pics_049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514268549749175730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute boots right?  Yeah, I went to 3 H&amp;Ms to get those suckers...no thanks to Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeDOaWzqI/AAAAAAAABX0/4XzjNLs217c/s1600/pics_054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeDOaWzqI/AAAAAAAABX0/4XzjNLs217c/s320/pics_054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514268572007190178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her at her school...she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeCmkdWYI/AAAAAAAABXs/HXHPLREdsKQ/s1600/pics_052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeCmkdWYI/AAAAAAAABXs/HXHPLREdsKQ/s320/pics_052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514268561312143746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeCfVOKvI/AAAAAAAABXk/rW2Pn8T9OD8/s1600/pics_051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeCfVOKvI/AAAAAAAABXk/rW2Pn8T9OD8/s320/pics_051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514268559369186034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are obvious.  One's with me and one's with Alex.  Try and guess which is which.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1572598485231577802?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1572598485231577802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1572598485231577802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1572598485231577802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1572598485231577802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/09/fastest-2-hours-ever.html' title='Fastest 2 Hours Ever'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaeB7fodbI/AAAAAAAABXc/dIhtkpmZ_ck/s72-c/pics_049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2306965770044650603</id><published>2010-09-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:08:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park City</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had the pleasure of having Kelly and Whitney here-it's starting to get old though...they are ALWAYS here...I'm just joshin.  I love 'em.  Anyway, since they were home, and Alex was home, and Steve got work off, we went to Park City.  Apparently Whitney wanted to get her Alpine Slide on.  Who's heard of the Alpine Slide?  Yeah, me either.  JK.  But seriously, I've never been on the Alpine Slide, and I've lived in Utah my entire life!  AND I never wanted to go on it, because one of my earliest memories was going to church and seeing the Hanks boy with a broken leg that he got because he fell off the Alpine Slide.  It's been engrained into my memory, so I was like, "No thanks, gang, I don't do the slide."  Well apparently Steve wasn't having that...so he bought our tickets and basically guilted me into going on it.  THEN, he tried to kill me.  So it was really an odd night.  But it was fun, even though it was scary.  I seriously was about to cry.  Here are our pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way up, which is really half the ride.  I mean, you go on the ski lift for like an hour, and then you are back down in 5 minutes.  That's why I don't ski...all that time wasted...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaZb3EsmRI/AAAAAAAABW0/vXQdJes694U/s1600/pics_023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaZb3EsmRI/AAAAAAAABW0/vXQdJes694U/s320/pics_023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514263497680918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most terrifying part though.   I kept thinking Emma was going to jump for it.  She kept assuring us that she was alright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaZcZVe9iI/AAAAAAAABW8/Ah-AfqTk90Y/s1600/pics_030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaZcZVe9iI/AAAAAAAABW8/Ah-AfqTk90Y/s320/pics_030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514263506878133794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Whitney and Emma.  Whit's pretty much my bestie, even though she has some other bestie.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaakCOG3pI/AAAAAAAABXE/q-hvh9BsvSo/s1600/pics_028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaakCOG3pI/AAAAAAAABXE/q-hvh9BsvSo/s320/pics_028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514264737623760530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take Sullivan on the ride, so we had to go in shifts.  So I left him with Adam and Andy.  It's basically the same as leaving him with Tessa, except they'll feed him...which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Steve kept telling me that if I went too slow than he would crash into me...so I go on the slide and I'm going at a reasonable pace, all the while thinking, "Steve wouldn't really try to kill me...Alex would be pissed."  Then, I heard a faint yelling in the distance, which kept getting louder and louder, and finally I could make it out.  It was Steve and he was yelling, "You have to go faster!  I'm going to ram you!"  Sweet right?  So you can imagine how much I loved the whole experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaakR9SPsI/AAAAAAAABXM/oKoAzgGYPvk/s1600/pics_036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaakR9SPsI/AAAAAAAABXM/oKoAzgGYPvk/s320/pics_036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514264741848170178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't my face just say it all?  And doesn't Steve look super happy for almost killing me?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tessa waited for me to come down, she went on a ride.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaak5-zOMI/AAAAAAAABXU/q7KDc2oTZ3U/s1600/pics_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaak5-zOMI/AAAAAAAABXU/q7KDc2oTZ3U/s320/pics_021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514264752591943874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HATED IT.  You can see her tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2306965770044650603?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2306965770044650603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2306965770044650603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2306965770044650603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2306965770044650603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/09/park-city.html' title='Park City'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TIaZb3EsmRI/AAAAAAAABW0/vXQdJes694U/s72-c/pics_023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6314917961161393509</id><published>2010-09-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:56:46.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Healthy Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TH_99RamkoI/AAAAAAAABWs/lwoxXHQtF5I/s1600/bw+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TH_99RamkoI/AAAAAAAABWs/lwoxXHQtF5I/s320/bw+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512403698013606530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sullivan had a doctor's appointment and I decided I'm going to be a mom that updates my children's stats monthly...not really, but I thought it was funny so I'm blogging it, Chelsea style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to the doctor...first off, the receptionist asks "Who is the patient?"  I reply, "Tessa Osborne."  She checks the computer and says, "We don't have an appointment for Tessa today."  I say, "What?  The girl called me yesterday to remind me!  She said it was today!"  And the receptionist says, "Well, do you think maybe the appointment is for Sullivan?"  And I say, "Oh yeah...sometimes I forget about him."  I turn around and Tessa says, "Um, mom...you said we were coming to get Sullivan shots.  I don't want someone to look at my eyes."  Yep.  My daughter thinks all doctors are eye doctors now.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.  So the nurse comes out and asks if there is a patient named Sullivan.  I say yes.  She says, "That's not a last name, right?"  I say, "nope.  It's his name."  She says, "Oh."  That's it.  I'm thinking we don't have a fan of the baby name?  Oh well.  So she measures him and weighs him and checks his head and all that stuff and then the doctor comes in...he says, "Hi.  What are you feeding your baby?"  And I say,"Breastmilk and Formula."  And he says, "well, it seems to be working.  He's gained about 5 pounds since his last appointment, and he's 2 and half inches longer.  So he's in the 95th percentile for his height (which we're used to.  Have you seen my giant 3 year old?)  and he's in the 90th percentile for weight."  Yup.  He's a big'n.  So he checks him and everything looks good, and then he says that he'll be getting shots, and if I want to give him Tylenol after it's ok.  BUT, since he's exceeded the weight limit for a 2 month old, I can go ahead and give him one full squirt of the stuff, instead of just half.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla! My baby can get more drugs than yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gets his shots and screamed his little head off.  All of this, however, was hilarious to Tessa.  She laughed at him for about 5 minutes.  She's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is, my baby is healthy.  fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6314917961161393509?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6314917961161393509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6314917961161393509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6314917961161393509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6314917961161393509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-healthy-baby.html' title='Our Healthy Baby'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TH_99RamkoI/AAAAAAAABWs/lwoxXHQtF5I/s72-c/bw+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1641544438049127814</id><published>2010-08-29T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:53:55.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahston</title><content type='html'>It's actually spelled Boston, but I wanted to go for the phonetic spelling. This weekend we got to fly out to see Alex as he is currently (always) away on business. I felt kind of bad that we were taking him away from his second family for the weekend, but oh well. He originally wanted me to fly out all by myself with our two children, luggage, double stroller, and two car seats, but i was all "oh no he didn't" so my mom came too! In the words of Kelly Clarkson, my life would have sucked without her. It was super fun, and really nice for Alex to be able to actually see his children. Tessa was excited and wouldn't let him out of her sights the whole time, whereas Sully was all "whatevs." But honestly, they barely know each other anyway. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs0YVP2KfI/AAAAAAAABVk/ZD1vg-H1nNM/s1600/Summer_122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs0YVP2KfI/AAAAAAAABVk/ZD1vg-H1nNM/s320/Summer_122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511056161643047410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me and the children in Boston Gardens, not to be confused with Boston Commons, which is directly across the street. Little known fact, there is only 1 bathroom in the entire bajillion mile radius. And me and my mom had to walk all the way across that bajillion mile radius to get to it...and we got separated, so for about a half an hour I was freaking out. Because Boston Commons also houses most of the crazies during the day. I got some stares...from creepers. But, if you look closely, Tessa is hanging on to the literature my mom received from the Mennonites, who were having a meeting near the playground.  She's really into learning about other religions.  And what's wrong with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Quincy Market, and Tessa turned it on.  She posed on this pedastel thing for a while so I could change Sullivan's diaper in secret.  People were loving her, even if she whipped them a few times with her stuffed dog that she absolutely couldn't live without...naturally, I said no to it, but don't worry-Alex got it for her anyway.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs1w9wHGtI/AAAAAAAABVs/jJKOa8Dnqoo/s1600/Summer_131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs1w9wHGtI/AAAAAAAABVs/jJKOa8Dnqoo/s320/Summer_131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511057684344281810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also bought her a ticket for the carousel.  He spoils her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs1xZd0vEI/AAAAAAAABV0/7K9M1zopBnY/s1600/Summer_137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs1xZd0vEI/AAAAAAAABV0/7K9M1zopBnY/s320/Summer_137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511057691783773250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a Trolley tour of the city, and also on a Harbor Cruise-the trolley was fun, and I'm pretty sure the driver spoke to me and only me.  No joke.  He would turn around and just tell me about the history.  I'm not even making it up, because Alex got jealous of all the attention I was getting...it was weird.  But the harbor cruise failed to impress.  Seriously, I can see water in the shower.  The highlight was waiting in line for the trolley to come back.  Tessa posed.  FOR EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs3J4A8XGI/AAAAAAAABV8/40u32Laqe4w/s1600/Summer_151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs3J4A8XGI/AAAAAAAABV8/40u32Laqe4w/s320/Summer_151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511059211812625506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I finally dressed Sullivan in real clothes-not just onesies and rompers.  He had a full fledged outfit on-button up shirt and everything.  So I say to Alex, "Take a picture of him-he's in a real outfit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs3KTJSU0I/AAAAAAAABWE/be2sAjJoRrA/s1600/Summer_154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs3KTJSU0I/AAAAAAAABWE/be2sAjJoRrA/s320/Summer_154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511059219095376706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got.  He didn't even attempt to get him to look at the camera.  Send a man to do a woman's job, right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super rainy the day we left for Connecticut, so we actually didn't do much.  We just spent about 70 dollars at a pastry shop.  No biggie.  Of course, I didn't get any pictures of us devouring everything in the box...for 3 straight days.  My mom said she couldn't feel her fingers because she was on such a sugar high.  AND-I didn't get any pictures of Alex with Sullivan, or Alex and me.  We're smart...but it was a fun trip and it was fun to be able to have Alex around for longer than 36 hours.  One cool thing is that I totally learned how to do my bangs Emma Pilsbury style-she's the guidance counselor on Glee.  A crazy random happenstance that I nailed her hair, but I actually didn't get a good picture of it...lame of me.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs3KlFZCvI/AAAAAAAABWM/0CgbJ3viUoo/s1600/Summer_167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs3KlFZCvI/AAAAAAAABWM/0CgbJ3viUoo/s320/Summer_167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511059223910877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only picture I have for the day I did it.  I was super stoked about it, and I didn't even mind that I ruined some of the ozone because I aerosol hairsprayed the crap out of it.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1641544438049127814?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1641544438049127814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1641544438049127814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1641544438049127814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1641544438049127814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/08/bahston.html' title='Bahston'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/THs0YVP2KfI/AAAAAAAABVk/ZD1vg-H1nNM/s72-c/Summer_122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7422092155313685928</id><published>2010-08-12T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:38:26.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Trip!!</title><content type='html'>You know I loves me some girl trips.  So this past weekend we went to Las Vegas with the girls in the family and it did not disappoint.  Sullivan came as well, on account of he's still breastfeeding.  I would have said something way more awesome, but recently I found out my mom is disappointed in me because I said hell in one of my past posts...so now I can't be funny anymore.  JUST KIDDING.  I'll still be funny.  I'll just have to say more inappropriate things so they'll eventually cancel each other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went down to go to the gift shows down there, but since we don't do Simpable Things anymore, there really wasn't much to buy for.  But we still shopped til we dropped.  I was mainly on the search for this Sweet Ass Tea that they currently have at Jack in the Box, but when I got there, they told me it was actually pronounced Sweet Ice Tea, so I was pretty disappointed.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obvi me and Ces and Sully.  Whenever my sisters would be holding him, people would comment on how great they looked only 5 weeks after having a baby.  They wouldn't correct them, so people just thought I was the fat sister.  It seriously bugged.  But the whole trip Cessy referred to him as her baby, and she would not stop trying to get at him...I mean I get it, he's awesome.  Here she is, trying to steal my thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs5vVu5TI/AAAAAAAABUU/nPAJvrpukQo/s1600/august+2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs5vVu5TI/AAAAAAAABUU/nPAJvrpukQo/s320/august+2010+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504574015025374514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a shop that was dedicated to my baby.  This is him with Cailey-she was real good about not dropping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs6kZfCOI/AAAAAAAABUk/l_UBQ5iCTZc/s1600/august+2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs6kZfCOI/AAAAAAAABUk/l_UBQ5iCTZc/s320/august+2010+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504574029268191458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a day to just hang out, so we went swimming.  I may or may have not cried...I just had a baby people!!  But seriously, I looked way better than two thirds of the people there.  The other third was my family-they be looking good.  So that blew.  My mom created a make shift tent for Sully, because they didn't have any umbrellas!  I thought Vegas was kid friendly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs6xxHOZI/AAAAAAAABUs/F2Bb5GgVFjY/s1600/august+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs6xxHOZI/AAAAAAAABUs/F2Bb5GgVFjY/s320/august+2010+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504574032856955282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if you people know my lil sis Cailey, but she's pretty funny.  I know, it's weird because you're probably thinking "don't you have to talk to be funny."  Well, yeah.  But she gets to talking.  Everytime my mom would ask where we wanted to eat, she would say Cheesecake Factory.  It's probably not funny to you, but it was fing funny to me.  So here we are at the Cheesecake Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs6PWY-VI/AAAAAAAABUc/_hPnNycM2wo/s1600/august+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs6PWY-VI/AAAAAAAABUc/_hPnNycM2wo/s320/august+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504574023618066770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are-Momsie, Cessy, Ashlii, Cailey, Me, and Sullivan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs7UcOYRI/AAAAAAAABU0/3ewUXfPj2e8/s1600/august+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs7UcOYRI/AAAAAAAABU0/3ewUXfPj2e8/s320/august+2010+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504574042164584722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sullivan and me.  Were you thinking it was someone else's baby?  That'd be weird, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, trip highlight was when people kept quoting lines from The Hangover, and my mom was like, "I haven't seen that, it's disgusting" (or something mom-ish.)  So Cailey proceeded to tell her the entire movie, pretty much word for word.  It was Rain Man creepy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it was way way fun.  I was telling my mom the next day how much I love girls trips-and again, I may or may have not cried.  But I probably cried.  Ugh, I'm so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I missed Tessa and Alex.  Apparently he was teaching her that dogs aren't scary.  Sometimes he does more damage than good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxEsBAREI/AAAAAAAABU8/N4z7tpG7aWE/s1600/Summer_119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxEsBAREI/AAAAAAAABU8/N4z7tpG7aWE/s320/Summer_119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504578601158198338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also let her slide down a hill on a pizza box.  I'm not sure how it worked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxFFSVLqI/AAAAAAAABVE/97fN9zvsEEE/s1600/Summer_156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxFFSVLqI/AAAAAAAABVE/97fN9zvsEEE/s320/Summer_156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504578607941758626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxFiPj4ZI/AAAAAAAABVM/0V5V1uU9k3Q/s1600/Summer_157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxFiPj4ZI/AAAAAAAABVM/0V5V1uU9k3Q/s320/Summer_157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504578615714767250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxGGE8MaI/AAAAAAAABVU/HsQtosiSuGA/s1600/Summer_158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQxGGE8MaI/AAAAAAAABVU/HsQtosiSuGA/s320/Summer_158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504578625333899682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7422092155313685928?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7422092155313685928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7422092155313685928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7422092155313685928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7422092155313685928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/08/girl-trip.html' title='Girl Trip!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TGQs5vVu5TI/AAAAAAAABUU/nPAJvrpukQo/s72-c/august+2010+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-5709368217500358560</id><published>2010-08-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:12:34.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter's Trick</title><content type='html'>So my lil sis and her husband went to California a little bit ago, and when they came back they had all sorts of new tricks to show us.  This was our favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d51357178e394e18" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd51357178e394e18%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12D1FC8E90D63B9D813C72E1D6381FF36E5676E5.305D29B653255B7A33738879D75DFA6007AA235F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd51357178e394e18%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D89yEiyUzgCRLvW0aTJzPeOb3o9g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd51357178e394e18%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12D1FC8E90D63B9D813C72E1D6381FF36E5676E5.305D29B653255B7A33738879D75DFA6007AA235F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd51357178e394e18%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D89yEiyUzgCRLvW0aTJzPeOb3o9g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad slash adorable.  Love that baby.  You just have to growl at him and he cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-5709368217500358560?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5709368217500358560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=5709368217500358560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5709368217500358560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5709368217500358560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-my-lil-sis-and-her-husband-went-to.html' title='Dexter&apos;s Trick'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-574344945931228475</id><published>2010-08-02T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:52:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blagging</title><content type='html'>Hey all-I'm back. And don't worry Ces, this isn't going to be a stupid post, although I don't know what you are talking about. Jersey Shore isn't stupid. It's more like stoopid...which is good! Anywhoodle, this is my blog to brag-hence blagging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Sullivan's crib bedding back from Alex's grandma (sooooo cute!) so I had to post pictures of it. And his cute nursery! So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCNfvFr9I/AAAAAAAABUE/9YxzkwxrCNA/s1600/SPRING+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCNfvFr9I/AAAAAAAABUE/9YxzkwxrCNA/s320/SPRING+2010+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500867900736909266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his changing table-that I totally sewed myself. We had an incident the other day with explosive poop, so I had to wash it, which I was totally nervous about because I figured it would fall apart. IT DIDN'T! Boo yah-I sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCM7dddQI/AAAAAAAABT8/x0ZT2YkB2PY/s1600/SPRING+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCM7dddQI/AAAAAAAABT8/x0ZT2YkB2PY/s320/SPRING+2010+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500867890999293186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is above his changing table-Leslie (my sil) made those Rock and Roll letters-she went to the fabric store and got the exact same fabric that we got for the bedding and she made these for his room. Cute right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCMshTqGI/AAAAAAAABT0/aDWgRG3SHJA/s1600/SPRING+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCMshTqGI/AAAAAAAABT0/aDWgRG3SHJA/s320/SPRING+2010+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500867886988896354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH-SO great, right!?!?! Alex's grandma is a master seamstress-if that's the correct term. She totally nailed it, right? And apparently the fabric is really busy, so my baby should be a genius. Sully Stimulated...that's what we'll call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCMCIZ8zI/AAAAAAAABTs/faERA9uEu2M/s1600/SPRING+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCMCIZ8zI/AAAAAAAABTs/faERA9uEu2M/s320/SPRING+2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500867875610161970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a pretty good view of his room. Yes, that is a Beatles poster. And those are David Bowie albums. I'm planning on getting a huge poster of Sullivan for the other wall-I'm going to let him get a little cuter before I get his pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCOMTA0ZI/AAAAAAAABUM/T2d55bBcMKY/s1600/SPRING+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCOMTA0ZI/AAAAAAAABUM/T2d55bBcMKY/s320/SPRING+2010+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500867912698745234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I kidding? He's so freaking cute. PS: Totally sewed his car seat cover. Don't look too closely though, it's pretty much coming apart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-574344945931228475?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/574344945931228475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=574344945931228475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/574344945931228475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/574344945931228475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/08/blagging.html' title='Blagging'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TFcCNfvFr9I/AAAAAAAABUE/9YxzkwxrCNA/s72-c/SPRING+2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3459459699238482233</id><published>2010-07-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:49:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh</title><content type='html'>Did everyone hear about the massive hurricane heading straight for Miami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...Hurricane Snooki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERSEY SHORE starts tonight...who's ready to beat the beat?  I know I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have nothing else to blog about...except television.  We seriously need to start taking some more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3459459699238482233?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3459459699238482233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3459459699238482233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3459459699238482233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3459459699238482233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2578767260710787221</id><published>2010-07-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:17:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGH!!!</title><content type='html'>Who's excited for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUbCMbW-BRE&amp;feature=youtube"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2578767260710787221?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2578767260710787221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2578767260710787221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2578767260710787221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2578767260710787221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/agh.html' title='AGH!!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6072786843913668338</id><published>2010-07-19T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:22:09.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is ruining my life</title><content type='html'>For the last week or so I've been trying to upload the rest of the pictures of Sullivan (like all of Alex's family and friends) and for some reason it won't let me load anything.  Has anyone else ever had this problem?  If you have and you know how to fix it let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6072786843913668338?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6072786843913668338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6072786843913668338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6072786843913668338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6072786843913668338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogger-is-ruining-my-life.html' title='Blogger is ruining my life'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1166829989899635007</id><published>2010-07-13T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:13:37.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sullivan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally remembered that I hadn't finished posting pictures of the baby-we only have the pictures that were at the hospital, so we probably should get around to taking more since he's almost a year old already.  I didn't want anyone to think I forgot them, so here are some more pictures of him.  He looks the same in all of them...we're working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les and Doug-he didn't want to hold my baby.  So I'm all, "Doug, what's wrong with my baby?"  Not really.  He holds him...or held him.  That one time.  And once on Sunday.  He'll get better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExu8AcglYI/AAAAAAAABTE/1PZYpgPNVF0/s1600/Sully_741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExu8AcglYI/AAAAAAAABTE/1PZYpgPNVF0/s320/Sully_741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497891222303315330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa got presents from everyone that came to visit.  I think she wants me to have babies all the time because she got more stuff than Sullivan did!  But I'm thinking, "no thanks Tessa...babies are hard to have."  Who's with me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv9GRbkRI/AAAAAAAABTM/HbfvrLKCHU0/s1600/Sully_745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv9GRbkRI/AAAAAAAABTM/HbfvrLKCHU0/s320/Sully_745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497892340558958866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordy loves him.  I'm pretty sure of it, but Jordy is so mysterious, you never know what he's thinking.  Boys will be boys, thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv9zZc3QI/AAAAAAAABTU/3uP6tE3Do90/s1600/Sully_746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv9zZc3QI/AAAAAAAABTU/3uP6tE3Do90/s320/Sully_746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497892352672193794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex's grandparents came too.  I'm pretty sure they loved this great grandkid the most...sorry other Osbornes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv-AU5PjI/AAAAAAAABTc/sLDyoLGAu48/s1600/Sully_762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv-AU5PjI/AAAAAAAABTc/sLDyoLGAu48/s320/Sully_762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497892356142743090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Alex's Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv-o8bT8I/AAAAAAAABTk/EhnYM0kdY-g/s1600/Sully_747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExv-o8bT8I/AAAAAAAABTk/EhnYM0kdY-g/s320/Sully_747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497892367045971906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a bunch more pictures, but blogger loaded them in a code rather than just the picture, so this has already taken me a good portion of my life...so I'm not uploading anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1166829989899635007?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1166829989899635007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1166829989899635007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1166829989899635007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1166829989899635007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-sullivan.html' title='More Sullivan'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TExu8AcglYI/AAAAAAAABTE/1PZYpgPNVF0/s72-c/Sully_741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-269868117882419201</id><published>2010-07-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:06:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sullivan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ok. So old news, but I had a baby...Alex finally put all of our pictures on and got them all beautified, so I can blog them. Here's the story of his birth...I know you are all wondering what happened. Thursday morning at 7:40 AM the nurse at IMC called me and said to come on in and they would induce me. So I did. And we had our baby. End of story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. That would be funny right? There's more detail. We went in, I got Pitocin at about 9:30 (the sweet little nurse was watching Regis and Kelly with us.) Then my doctor broke my water at 10-and I'm not even embarrassed that I asked for an epidural at 10:15. But alas, the anesthesiologist was in a C-Section, so he didn't show up until 11. So I had to suffer. THEN-the epidural didn't quite work as well as I would hope, because I could still feel every single contraction...and they were all in my back. Which they informed me could be because the baby was facing the wrong direction...so that sucked. So the anesthesiologist (who was a gem, believe me...) came back in and gave me more drugs. Those finally kicked in after about 10 minutes, but I seriously couldn't feel anything after that. They told me I was dilated to a 7, but I don't even remember anyone checking...drugs are awesome. So my family came and chit chatted, and then they were all, "hey we've got time, let's go eat at the cafeteria..." So they left. 10 minutes later, I told the nurse I was feeling some pressure in my belly, but I wasn't sure since I couldn't really feel anything. So she checks and immediately pages my doctor because apparently the baby was half out. I don't even feel gross about these images I'm giving people. So my doctor came in and got everything prepped, we had about a 5 minute discussion about Toy Story 3, and then I pushed 3 times and we had a baby. BUT the freaky part was after my first push, he tells the nurse that the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, but it was loose. Then, I didn't know he was out because he didn't cry. Like, not at all. And it was scary. But the doctor/nurse didn't seem worried because they just cleaned him off. Eventually he cried, but it was touch and go for a minute. And he was that creepy grayish color, which was creepy, as I mentioned before, so apparently everyone else was worried too. Thanks mom and sisters for not telling me. BUT not to worry, he is totally fine. AND lastly, I guess I didn't stop bleeding for a while. I wasn't aware until the next day when the doc told me...he's so sly. So Sullivan Devon Osborne was born at 2:44 PM. And don't worry guys-he's fing cute, so all the worry was for nothing. He looks EXACTLY like Tessa did when she was born. He looks different now, but still pretty close. Proof:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490557820680326818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJhP2hkzqI/AAAAAAAABSE/jx3258UgnFo/s320/Baby+Sully.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby Sully&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490560235984583266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJjccO--mI/AAAAAAAABSs/bPS6crH7taQ/s320/Osborne+153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Baby Tessa-except she has a bow on.  And her eyes are open.  And she had jaundice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490557840118057138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJhQ-75CLI/AAAAAAAABSM/LgGI_04Nz6M/s320/Sully_713.JPG" /&gt;Proud father.  He didn't shave...forgive him.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490557862468203634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJhSSMlNHI/AAAAAAAABSU/St61VOdOoIA/s320/Sully_722.JPG" /&gt;His aunts-they purposely dressed adorable that day...I looked pretty good too...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490557876350444258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJhTF6XYuI/AAAAAAAABSc/OfdZF1wPxB0/s320/Sully_727.JPG" /&gt;Coleman.  He looked cute too.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490557893627958706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJhUGRpVbI/AAAAAAAABSk/BcUgiKy9Fr4/s320/Sully_738.JPG" /&gt;And Tessa-she seriously loves him.  It's so great/scary.  She always wants to be around him and she asks to smell him quite a bit, which is cool-babies smell good.  It's been good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now blogger won't let me upload any other pictures...so I'll have to load more later.  Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-269868117882419201?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/269868117882419201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=269868117882419201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/269868117882419201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/269868117882419201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/sullivan.html' title='Sullivan'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TDJhP2hkzqI/AAAAAAAABSE/jx3258UgnFo/s72-c/Baby+Sully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3773304174237909815</id><published>2010-07-02T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:03:13.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Baby Baby ohhhh....(Justin Bieber)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Hey Hey.  We have our baby!!!  I'm still in the hospital, so I don't have pictures yet, but I figured all my adoring blog stalkers were wondering if I was still gestating or not.  I'm not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sullivan Devon Osborne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born July 1, 2010 at 2:44 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 lbs. 3 oz. 21 1/2 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He rocks my world.  Seriously, I was worried about his cuteness...he's cute.  He looks like boy Tessa.  AGH...I Love Him SO Much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll blog about my awesome labor and delivery later, and probably post a picture or something later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3773304174237909815?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3773304174237909815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3773304174237909815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3773304174237909815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3773304174237909815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-baby-baby-ohhhhjustin-bieber.html' title='Baby Baby Baby ohhhh....(Justin Bieber)'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4282820621194300272</id><published>2010-06-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:42:05.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa and Mommy's Day O' Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TCtzkCZRa0I/AAAAAAAABR8/L2Sywgagpss/s1600/DSC_0131_075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488607633836436290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TCtzkCZRa0I/AAAAAAAABR8/L2Sywgagpss/s320/DSC_0131_075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So...Today is Tessa's last day of being an only child (unless I have about a million hours of labor tomorrow, which I'm not planning on.) And, honestly I've been a little nervous to transition her into the life of a big sister. I mean, she loves babies. But other people's babies. I think she might freak out when our baby has to stay here forever. So I've been planning on having a Tessa Day. Or as I call it, "Tessa and Mommy's Day O' Fun! (including Daddy)" If you're a Friends fan, you get it. If not, seriously? The end of Friends was like the end of an era....right Cailey? So I've been telling Tessa for the past few days that she can choose to do whatever she wants and we'll do it. So at first she was all, "let's play at Gracie's house." That's the little girl across the street. But Alex and I replied, "seriously, pick something better." So she says, "Gracie can come to my house." To which I said, "Tessa, my hell. Pick something awesome and Gracie can't come." (Note: I like Gracie. She's a cute little girl, but did anyone else hear Gracie's name in the title of our Day O' Fun? No.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO-now Tessa says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let's go to the zoo. And the Aquarium. And that park that I wanted to go to someday. And I want a slurpee. And go to a farade (which I'm guessing means parade.) And swimming at Grandma Linda's. Is Stoney home? Let's have Cessy bring Stoney and Sebastian to our house and then she can leave so we can watch them. And where's Sophie? Let's go see her at her Grandma Keri's. Rubie can come to the playground with us. Can we go to St. George? I need band-aids, can we get some princess ones? Can we go to daddy's office and get him? I want Chicken Nuggets at McDonalds. Is Dexter at Grandma Linda's? I love Dexter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the f. I'm only having another baby...it's not like the world is ending and we have to go to every single place that's ever existed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our conversation then went as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "We can definitely go to the zoo. And to McDonald's. But we probably can't go to St. George."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tessa: "But I want to. Kenzie and Sophie get to go. I want to go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "Well, would you rather go to St. George or have a BABY BROTHER?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tessa: "I don't want a brother anymore. I want to go to St. George."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So obviously, we're screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, isn't she the best? What if our baby sucks? That's my biggest fear-that our baby won't be as awesome as Tessa is...and that he'll be ugly. (but that's every parents fear.)&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/1864526437759194384-4282820621194300272?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4282820621194300272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4282820621194300272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4282820621194300272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4282820621194300272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/06/tessa-and-mommys-day-o-fun.html' title='Tessa and Mommy&apos;s Day O&apos; Fun'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TCtzkCZRa0I/AAAAAAAABR8/L2Sywgagpss/s72-c/DSC_0131_075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-5604092653106610121</id><published>2010-06-18T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:14:53.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update-It's LONG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What up?  So I got to leave work early (because I worked hard...) and Tessa is still with the grandma, and Alex is still at work, so I'm actually bored.  I told Alex I had a ton to do, so good thing he rarely reads my blog, right!?  Right on.  I actually did have a lot to do-I finished off our S'mores Ice Cream...it wasn't gonna finish itself!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I figure that I should do a lil update about my being knocked up and all, mostly because I have nothing else to blog about-seriously, it's like my camera got lost...it didn't, it's in my purse.  But who wants to take pictures while being almost 200 pounds (that's right, I said almost.)  So here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday, June 12th, Alex had invited a bunch of people over to watch some game on TV.  Something to do with soccer...anyway, when everyone left it was about 11:00 PM.  And I was tired-and my feet were huge.  So we went to get ready for bed.  Tessa fell asleep in about a minute, and I tried, but I started thinking about everything else I had to get done before the baby came.  PLUS, Alex was leaving for another week the next day.  So as I'm sitting in our bed, I started to freak out.  I literally started sobbing.  (Don't worry, it gets good.)  Alex comes out of the bathroom and has this look like, "OMG.  Not again."  (crying is a common thing lately.  Suck it.)  So he asks me what's wrong and I proceed to tell him that I'm having a panic attack.  I've had one or two before, so I was pretty sure that's what it was.  I couldn't breath and I felt like my heart was attacking itself, so it was safe to assume.  Well you know what assuming does?  Exactly.  Turns out, I was in labor...but don't you worry, this girl's no dummy-I figured it out pretty quickly.  After about 20 minutes of my crying, I thought, "This isn't a panic attack...my stomach is hurting...oh wait.  I'm contracting.  A LOT.  Yep, better start timing these."  I'm sure I thought this in a different way, but who's really keeping track?  So I tell Alex "I'm in labor, we've got to go to the hospital."  Alex, the loving husband that he is, says no, because he doesn't believe me since I'm not due until July.  But after about an hour of feeling like I wanted to kill him (which isn't uncommon in our house, but this time it seemed a little more intense)  he finally decided to call the hospital.  And they tell him to bring me on in if I feel like it.  Seriously, do you think I feel like hanging out at home?  Morons.  Luckily Alex's lil sis was awake (it's now 1 am) and down at a friends, so her and her husband came over to stay with Tessa.  Shout out to Les and Doug.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO-we head to the hospital-they have me fill out paperwork, all the while I'm dancing around and making really gross breathing noises...plus I had already gotten all ready for bed, so I didn't even have on make up.  And if you've seen me without make up, you know it's no good.  So they take me to a room, and the nurse has me get all hooked up to monitors and everything so she can track the contractions.  I get hooked up and she checked my girl area and informs me I'm dilated to a 2+ which was 'significant' because I was only a zero on Tuesday.  But then she says that she's not quite sure because my cervix wasn't 'laboring' enough...I know, medical jargon.  AND  I'm only 36 weeks and 4 days, so they can't really admit me to help me through the labor.  Apparently they prefer you to be 37 weeks if they're going to let you have your baby-something about their lungs being developed...I wasn't paying attention.  So she said, "if only it were Wednesday"  Thanks, Miran-duh.  I'm thinking the same thing.  So since I'm not quite effaced and it's Sunday, I can't be admitted yet, they can't break my water, and I can't get up to walk around because that will help my labor.  Apparently they won't stop it, but they won't aid it.  Good to know for next time, right?  So she tells me she'll come back in an hour.  Luckily Galaxy Quest was on.  That Tim Allen gets me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An hour later, she comes back, tells me I'm still at a 2+, but it seems to be progressing.  My contractions were between 2-3 minutes apart-seriously, you could time contractions by those things.  So she says that she thinks I should go home and come back if it gets worse.  Then Alex tells her he's catching a flight at 3 pm, so it might be good to have the baby now.  Unfortunately, my doctor decided that it would be a good week to go to Hawaii...I told her that if he were there, he'd definitely let me have my baby.  He already thinks it's going to be a 10 pounder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So she calls the on call doctor, who tells her no, they aren't going to break my water.  So I get sent home, with the orders to walk around and try to get this labor into gear.  She even predicted that I would be back there by 9 AM.  So we get home at about 4:30 AM, all the while I'm having contractions.  I walk around, jumped a little, but then I stopped because that hurts when there are things bearing down on your pelvic bones-plus it was loud and the kids were asleep.  So I lay down, but can't really sleep because of the whole labor debacle.  So at 6:30 I get up and walk around some more, still having consistent contractions, but I could bear it, so we decide to wait longer.  Then at 8:30, I decide I'm starving, so I eat some Rice Chex...not the normal kind, the generic brand.  Alex won't ever buy expensive cereal...that's off topic.  Anyway, so after I eat, I lay back down and fall asleep.  I wake up at 11:00.  No contractions.  No water broken.  Obviously, no baby.  It just stopped.  The baby is still kicking around-everything is completely normal.  It was like it had never happened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I'M STILL PREGNANT TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the doctor on Wednesday and the nurse said that exact same thing happened to another patient this weekend.  Then she proceeds to tell me that if my doctor had been in town, he would've just broken my water and I'd have had a baby by now, which everyone loves to hear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND-the girl at Forever 21 asked me if I was having twins yesterday.  What a bi-otch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I realize this post sounds like I'm hating this baby a little bit.  I'm not-he'll most likely be awesome, as long as he's as cute as Dexter (please pray for my baby).  It's just like I've been given a small taste of something I've been craving, only to have it snatched away after 7 hours of labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a different note, I've spoken to my dad on the phone more this week than I have in my life.  I swear he calls me about every 4 hours to see if I've had my baby or not.  And everytime, my reply is-"Funny you should call, because I have someone who wants to say hi to his grandpa!!!  No.  I haven't had my baby.  I will call you when it's time."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just gets excited about the babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-5604092653106610121?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5604092653106610121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=5604092653106610121' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5604092653106610121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5604092653106610121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-update-its-long.html' title='Baby Update-It&apos;s LONG.'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3817396407960466277</id><published>2010-06-10T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:41:03.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry everyone. I'm still here....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481185785276497954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TBEVbl9TgCI/AAAAAAAABR0/vIdN2MoDs2c/s320/DSC_0407_282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cheerful as ever. I was actually going to post about how awesome my feet look, but I can't figure out how to get the picture off of my phone and onto the computer. Just picture that guy that weighs like a billion pounds that they show pictures of in health textbooks.  Those feet are my feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3817396407960466277?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3817396407960466277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3817396407960466277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3817396407960466277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3817396407960466277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-still-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m still pregnant'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/TBEVbl9TgCI/AAAAAAAABR0/vIdN2MoDs2c/s72-c/DSC_0407_282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-374489310680808875</id><published>2010-05-02T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:11:22.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Moving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Alex and I (along with the child and fetus) are moving...so we need to find someone to rent our townhouse! Alex's friends were going to, but they are dead to us now. (Mike and Steve, I'm talking about you.) I kid, I kid. But seriously, we are looking to rent it by June 1st, so if anyone is interested or knows anyone interested, let me know! Too bad I don't have any pictures of it...but I've lived here for 3 years, so you can bet it's awesome. It's 1100 square feet, 2 bed 2 bath. Brand new carpet, new kitchen (new appliances) and one of the bathrooms is redone. There is a pool and tennis court right out our back door. It's an end unit so we only share one wall with a younger girl who is never ever home, so we don't have to deal with loud neighbors. Oh and my favorite feature is that it comes with your own pool boy/gardener named Antonio (he even removes snow for you). So yeah...let me know if you are interested.  You can leave a comment with your email address or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-374489310680808875?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/374489310680808875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=374489310680808875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/374489310680808875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/374489310680808875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re Moving!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6226252715376255666</id><published>2010-04-12T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:53:22.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all....so it was mine and Alex's anniversary last week-5 years (I know, no one thought it would last). Well anyway, we went to New York, New York. The city so nice, they named it twice: the other name is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;. (Direct Office quote.) Let me tell you, it was the best! Except for the day when Alex made me walk like 40 blocks for no reason-which pretty much made me go into premature labor, and then he wouldn't even buy me a hot dog. But that was just one day...to the good parts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were our highlights, so not to bore you with our week-o-love. I'll explain them further if need be. Get ready-it was full of highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1: Alex surprised me by renting a limo to drive from Albany to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;. It was totally stocked with Diet Cokes and Easter candies. My best day ever. Alex tried to make me lay down across the back, but I knew better...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425339839413890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PGa9rk_oI/AAAAAAAABRE/MHeLc1e0kdY/s320/MARCH+2010+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425316228273010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PGZluPk3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/uzRpHKJaLMA/s320/MARCH+2010+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2: Totally got to stay right in Time Square. So did every other Asian ever...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425350919281362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PGbm9OWtI/AAAAAAAABRM/hHNBl8My-mQ/s320/MARCH+2010+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3: We met a Scottish guy who said he'd never met a Mormon before, so he was pretty stoked that he met 2 at once. He said it was like waiting forever for a bus-you get 2 at once? It was some analogy. All I know is he didn't even try to pitch to us his awesome new bar/comedy club on account of we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mormons&lt;/span&gt;. Good for us. I didn't get a picture of him. Picture a guy with an accent. AND no, I don't mean Bronson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinchot&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;u&gt;Perfect Strangers&lt;/u&gt;, although &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think of a man with an accent I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: We had to take a bunch of pictures like this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459426228846730418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PHOtfcHLI/AAAAAAAABRk/lWhxnHGWbRk/s320/MARCH+2010+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459426218289004546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PHOGKSAAI/AAAAAAAABRc/w5p-22SHDUk/s320/MARCH+2010+055.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;because we didn't want to ask other people to take them for us...and the fact that I'm pregnant, so full body shots are not good. Ask my mom...she told me I was big. It's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5: Every night when we went out, there were massive amounts of guys promoting a comedy show, and they would ask us if we liked comedy, blah blah blah. So one night, Alex said yes we did, but we were heading to see Rock of Ages on Broadway and this adorable African American gentleman gave him a bust and told him 'he (Alex) was a sexy white guy'. Alex won't stop talking about it...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427045880228322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PH-RLZ6eI/AAAAAAAABRs/zQh_CBNlsoU/s320/Osborne+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sexy enough for you? Ha-I can't resist these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;6: At dinner one night, we were standing waiting for our table to be cleaned off, and there was an adorable little French woman who kept smiling her approvals at me. I'm pretty sure she was sending her good intentions to my baby, which is really sweet.&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;7: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK OF AGES&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!-this highlight has like a bazillion highlights within itself. Oh my it was the best musical ever. For those who don't know, music pretty much makes my blood hurt. Not just any music, awesomely awesome music. And then I really love musicals. You make something into a musical, I'll become a fan. I wish they would air that Cop Rock show again, because I bet I would've loved it. Anyway, these things are all well and good, until they combine every band that I love into a MUSICAL. It literally (not literally) melted my face. AND, the star was Constantine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maroulis&lt;/span&gt;-you know, from American Idol. Oh my gosh, there are so many things I can say about this. But here, I'll break it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, they gave everyone fake lighters. They were kind of like those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laser&lt;/span&gt; pointer things, so you would push a button and it would light up. So when they would sing songs we would wave our lighters, just like a real concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were right on the front row, to the side, so the actors/actresses would sing directly to us. And they would seriously sing to us. And once one of the guys practically kicked me in the head. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the hippie in the play came down to pass out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fliers&lt;/span&gt;, I was the only person in the audience that she gave one to. THE ONLY PERSON.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The drunk rocker (there was only one specific one) sat behind me for awhile and put his boot on my chair. It was part of the show. And he dropped his fake money, which I totally stole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Near the end, the hot stripper girl came down into the audience and high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fived&lt;/span&gt; me and Alex. It was like she gave us a private lap dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were hot strippers...always a highlight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they were singing "Don't Stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Believin&lt;/span&gt;', Alex and Constantine had a moment. They smiled and head nodded at each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also during "Don't Stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Believin'&lt;/span&gt;, Constantine and other lead girl came over by us and my baby kicked, and he smiled and nodded at me. He totally approved of my pregnancy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, the songs were freaking amazing. Seriously-you can't go wrong with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whitesnake&lt;/span&gt;, Journey, Mr. Big, Poison, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Speedwagon&lt;/span&gt;, and many others...especially when Constantine is peering into your soul while singing...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425368395024994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PGcoDxCmI/AAAAAAAABRU/CjM8scM9llI/s320/MARCH+2010+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is when I remembered to take a picture. This is all the stuff we got from the musical. That's my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer &lt;/span&gt;from the hippie, and my fake money...and my baby belly, which I had before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;realsies&lt;/span&gt;, it was the best. Except I sincerely missed Tessa so much. It was weird. Normally I'm totally cool with abandoning her with the grandparents/aunts whenever possible, but for some reason I cried almost every day because I missed her so much. It could be because of the hormones that are rushing through my body at a terrifying rate...or I just love that little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she got her cast off today, so she's not so boyish anymore! What's not to love!!??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6226252715376255666?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6226252715376255666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6226252715376255666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6226252715376255666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6226252715376255666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/04/best.html' title='Best'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S8PGa9rk_oI/AAAAAAAABRE/MHeLc1e0kdY/s72-c/MARCH+2010+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4281348706168911159</id><published>2010-04-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:10:43.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  So I've always heard that kids (or maybe girls, who knows) will go through a phase where they want to pick out their own clothes and dress themselves and all that, but Tessa never did that, so I was like whatevs. Welp, I was wrong. She changes a good 6 times everyday, but her outfit always centers around this little tank top that I got from Forever 21.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455293566785734802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S7UYmHm8yJI/AAAAAAAABQs/4dLxXm8d__A/s320/tank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's so cute, but it's still way too big for her, so you get a little 'show' when she wears it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, she's always so proud of herself when she gets dressed-all I asked is that she at least try to dress pretty...so this is what she came up with today.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455293192462055858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S7UYQVJOubI/AAAAAAAABQc/BD7vyCvahGc/s320/MARCH+2010+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455293195770718722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S7UYQheE6gI/AAAAAAAABQk/MhN-sKDJQ2Q/s320/MARCH+2010+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep.  That's a ballerina skirt.  And she didn't even try to put the tank top on right...spiteful.  At least she posed cute-I mean look at the extension of her legs!  And I promise I actually do her hair.  She pulled it out today so she could try to eat the clip that was holding it back...I realize most of my posts about Tessa make her sound "less than fresh"...I promise she's smart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all I've got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4281348706168911159?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4281348706168911159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4281348706168911159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4281348706168911159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4281348706168911159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/04/tessas-phase.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Phase'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S7UYmHm8yJI/AAAAAAAABQs/4dLxXm8d__A/s72-c/tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-8900277028619627184</id><published>2010-03-13T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:31:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My broken child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sophie wanted to see Tessa's new pink cast-so here it is!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448171897501109650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5vLeaHRzZI/AAAAAAAABQU/OlDAJDxN8Ss/s320/MARCH+2010+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448171884377311074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5vLdpOUh2I/AAAAAAAABQM/PRKxIQ2Xzq8/s320/MARCH+2010+029.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;She's already taken it to some of the family to have it signed-the only problem is she wants to color all over it. But she was actually really excited about it.  Now she looks like a tomboy...which everyone knows is all I ever wanted.  I guess it doesn't help that I dress her in shirts with dinosaurs on them and green converse...I'm going to go put a tutu on her right now.&lt;/div&gt;&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/1864526437759194384-8900277028619627184?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/8900277028619627184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=8900277028619627184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8900277028619627184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/8900277028619627184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-broken-child.html' title='My broken child'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5vLeaHRzZI/AAAAAAAABQU/OlDAJDxN8Ss/s72-c/MARCH+2010+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1174806789423955270</id><published>2010-03-08T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:19:39.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What up...so this weekend the girls in my family got to go to Orange County for a fun girl trip (hence the blog title). It was so much fun it made my blood hurt...for realsies. And it hurt my feet...cuz women be shoppin. It's true, women do shop. BUT for some reason, most of the pictures I got were of us eating. Which we did a lot of. Shazaam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our first day-we went to breakfast at Plum's, which was a fabulous recommendation by my mom's gal pal Loretta. Thanks Grrrlfriend. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340024489898610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VJZXW2cnI/AAAAAAAABO8/QxV3pIuWi5g/s320/MARCH+2010+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cailey couldn't keep food in her mouth she was so excited.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340032640433874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VJZ1uFvtI/AAAAAAAABPE/gK_BUpHYsoE/s320/MARCH+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cessy (sorry, but I'm sure you are posting disgusting pictures/dance videos of me). We all loved it. Doesn't my sis look stunning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there was a bunch of other stuff we did, like shop. THEN, we ate some more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340048902813970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VJayTV-RI/AAAAAAAABPU/fDItkg0b1MA/s320/MARCH+2010+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340041185174082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VJaVjUIkI/AAAAAAAABPM/0n8Re2m7JHg/s320/MARCH+2010+013.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We decided for our dessert we ate cheesecake at the factory that makes cheesecakes. This is the only semi flattering picture of myself. I'M PREGNANT. so I'm allowed to look disgusting sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN it started raining really bad, so we had to run to our car. Long story short, Ashlii had an accident. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340056285777090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VJbNzlDMI/AAAAAAAABPc/T1xT8rNciR4/s320/MARCH+2010+016.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding, short story, she totally peed her pants. She's 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we decided to play cards. And it got heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446342053280915986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VLPdMUohI/AAAAAAAABPk/nAcXxz4SCsI/s320/MARCH+2010+017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was our last day there, so we went to Laguna Beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446342067934124514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VLQTx62eI/AAAAAAAABP0/BStT70vQBw8/s320/MARCH+2010+023.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom and sisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446342061389945426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VLP7ZqmlI/AAAAAAAABPs/eW6EY65kAa4/s320/MARCH+2010+018.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Cessy sometimes is funny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446342079553387970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VLQ_EKvcI/AAAAAAAABP8/HRCfdKG0jB8/s320/MARCH+2010+026.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can still get some air, even though I have another person in my belly. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was soooo much fun. I even added extra o's to emphasize the fun-ness! Obviously I was having way too much fun to take a lot of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the best part of the trip was what I got to come home to.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446342088667805506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VLRhBNt0I/AAAAAAAABQE/qzXju93I6Hg/s320/MARCH+2010+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. This is my baby girl...and her temporary cast. She fell down the stairs at Alex's parents house and fractured her tiny little wrist. But she's cool. She gets doped up on medicine every 6 hours, so she's doing pretty well. And she's excited to get her permanent cast on Thursday so that people can "color on it." She keeps me young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1174806789423955270?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1174806789423955270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1174806789423955270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1174806789423955270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1174806789423955270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-trip.html' title='Girl Trip'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S5VJZXW2cnI/AAAAAAAABO8/QxV3pIuWi5g/s72-c/MARCH+2010+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-268071740750597730</id><published>2010-03-02T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:43:03.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole this from my sister's friends blog. I'm pretty sure she didn't actually tag me since I stalk her blog, but I'm doing it because I got nothing to blog about. I'm pregnant and Tessa is cute. Bored? I know. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ABC tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A- Attached or single&lt;/strong&gt;: Attached on the weekends-but don't even get me started when Alex is traveling...look out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B- Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm supposed to say Alex, right? Well-Cessy and Cailey and my mom and that girl that I talk to at work...JK. It's my television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C- Cake or Pie&lt;/strong&gt;: Cake. Pie freaks me out ever since they released American Pie that fateful summer in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D- Day&lt;/strong&gt;: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E- Essential Item&lt;/strong&gt;: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F- Favorite Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Ash Gray. Or I think I like Red sometimes too-but then I realize that Red is Whore-ish. So pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G- Gummi Bears or Worms&lt;/strong&gt;: Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H- Home town&lt;/strong&gt;: Sandy, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I- Indulgences&lt;/strong&gt;: Alex. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J- January or July&lt;/strong&gt;: July-it's baby season for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K- Kids&lt;/strong&gt;: Tessa Diana, who is 3. And Fetus-who is 5 and a half months in my belly. He'll be named Sullivan. Or Delilah, if Tessa can't get over the fact that it's a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L- Life is incomplete without&lt;/strong&gt;: Diet Coke. Or my family, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M- Marriage Date&lt;/strong&gt;: April 7, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N- Number of Siblings&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 brothers and 2 sisters, so 4. That's math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O- Oranges or Apples&lt;/strong&gt;: Apples. The very scent of orange makes me nauseous. That's why we buy lemon scented Pine Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P- Phobias or Fears&lt;/strong&gt;: Scorpions. Or that ghost that Tessa keeps telling me lives in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q- Quote&lt;/strong&gt;: "I'd rather see the world from another angle"-Jewel. Ha-I'm on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R- Reason to smile&lt;/strong&gt;: my humor. Who's smiling right now? You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S- Season&lt;/strong&gt;: Fall. Boot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T- Tag Three&lt;/strong&gt;: Whitney will do this. And then I don't care who else. (Whit, don't make me look bad here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I used to be a fat kid. Just kidding-not about being a fat kid, about that being unknown. I'm pretty sure Cessy stole my 5th grade school picture and distributed it to everyone we've ever come in contact with. Ask Mike Camp...he's got one. But it totally worked out to my benefit, I totally had a boyfriend in 6th grade. So eat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal&lt;/strong&gt;: I love meat. And I HATE Vegetarians. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W- Worst Habit&lt;/strong&gt;: Caring too much, working too hard. Wanting to complete tasks when they are given to me. Those are also my best habits... but seriously, I bite my nails. That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X- X-rays or Ultrasounds&lt;/strong&gt;: Ultrasounds, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y- Your favorite food&lt;/strong&gt;: Diet Coke, Reese's, Oreo Cookies. We found this coupon the other day that if you bought a Diet Coke and Reese's it was only a dollar. My lil sister said that it was a coupon made just for me. And she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z- Zodiac Sign&lt;/strong&gt;: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's a little something, since I haven't posted it in a while:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444092609547405730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S41NYmRnCaI/AAAAAAAABO0/U440Xh-3cJg/s400/Osborne+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun. and Fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-268071740750597730?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/268071740750597730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=268071740750597730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/268071740750597730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/268071740750597730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/03/abcs.html' title='ABCs'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S41NYmRnCaI/AAAAAAAABO0/U440Xh-3cJg/s72-c/Osborne+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-559753863646594416</id><published>2010-02-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:27:09.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're having a baby BOY! We had our ultrasound this morning, and it was for sure, no doubt about it, a boy. We are excited and Tessa seems like she's cool with it too! I was going to post all the pictures from the ultrasound, but there are 60, so here's the two that I decided on...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441119999841051746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S4K9z8LMpGI/AAAAAAAABOs/8rsBrYBNo3A/s400/Baby+Boy+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; This is his little face.  I know, he's adorable, right?  Crazy...we make good kids.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441119990645213602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S4K9zZ6vSaI/AAAAAAAABOk/grI2y8q8tMY/s400/Baby+Boy+005.jpg" /&gt;That's his little thing.  You don't really need the arrow to show you, because it's such a dominant feature in the picture.  Alex was proud of that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I believe we are still set on July 10th as the due date, but the ultrasound technician said she measured it as July 7th.  So we'll see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-559753863646594416?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/559753863646594416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=559753863646594416' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/559753863646594416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/559753863646594416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S4K9z8LMpGI/AAAAAAAABOs/8rsBrYBNo3A/s72-c/Baby+Boy+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7575660967996883821</id><published>2010-02-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:27:08.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So this week our family was lucky enough to all be hit by a flu bug. It was gross. But also funny, because Tessa made it funny. She got sick first, so she was better first, so yesterday when Alex and I didn't feel good, she was sort of taking care of us. She would go to the fridge and get drinks for us, and then she would entertain us. So a few weeks ago we bought her some Valentines to give to her friends and she decided yesterday to color on them and everything so they would be ready to go when Valentine's Day comes around. She discovered that in her Phineas and Ferb Valentines cards they supplied you with like a bazillion heart stickers, which she decided to use for something else entirely.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437022443822196994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S3QvGyfZKQI/AAAAAAAABOU/VD5eKQB6qTo/s400/2-11-10+001+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex really didn't feel good, so he just lied around while this was happening to him.  She put them everywhere-and he didn't realize that it had fused his eyes half shut....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437022453251950338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S3QvHVnnxwI/AAAAAAAABOc/p3Lae7aWU_I/s400/2-11-10+001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So great.  The flu really brings the family together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7575660967996883821?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7575660967996883821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7575660967996883821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7575660967996883821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7575660967996883821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/02/flu.html' title='The Flu'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S3QvGyfZKQI/AAAAAAAABOU/VD5eKQB6qTo/s72-c/2-11-10+001+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-575178910892079686</id><published>2010-01-25T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:53:12.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Drag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is what happens when my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sister lets me loose on her baby boy....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430875706222922802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S15Yrki3TDI/AAAAAAAABOE/d7339x0RAzg/s400/1-15-10+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;. Devon was all for this. He asked what Dexter would look like if we dressed him as a girl, so I tested it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, this is just a funny picture of Tessa. She had on every bracelet at my mom's house. She said she was "helping". But since when does helping mean accessorizing? Right?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430875715970860050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S15YsI29BBI/AAAAAAAABOM/DchJnudT3hc/s400/1-15-10+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's ketchup on her face.  I just let her keep it there for most of the day so she gets to taste it every once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-575178910892079686?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/575178910892079686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=575178910892079686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/575178910892079686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/575178910892079686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-drag.html' title='Baby Drag'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S15Yrki3TDI/AAAAAAAABOE/d7339x0RAzg/s72-c/1-15-10+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4485635108163557358</id><published>2010-01-18T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:15:13.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think I'm referencing the beloved song from Little Shop of Horrors, you're right. And, we went to the dentist. And this time they actually cleaned Tessa's teeth and everything. It was sad and great. She was super excited, then really nervous, then excited again, because Alex promised to buy her a toy. He's always promising shiz...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428314868771828914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S1U_nNodtLI/AAAAAAAABN0/YgXONnwH8Wo/s400/1-15-10+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428314874749793266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S1U_nj5uM_I/AAAAAAAABN8/XwIVdapS_GY/s400/1-15-10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The after is just like the before, but with cleaner teeth...I didn't take a picture of it, because it's a waste of camera memory. I've got a bazillion pictures of this kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4485635108163557358?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4485635108163557358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4485635108163557358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4485635108163557358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4485635108163557358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/dentist.html' title='Dentist!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S1U_nNodtLI/AAAAAAAABN0/YgXONnwH8Wo/s72-c/1-15-10+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-5696240439367219890</id><published>2010-01-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:10:31.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I promised I would post this picture, and I always keep my promises.  My goal in life is to ruin other people's lives, and right now I'm working on this girl...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428313385836096130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S1U-Q5RCKoI/AAAAAAAABNs/gsew-Qdr1is/s400/1-15-10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embarrassing, much? She totally walked around work like this-and she let me take a picture.  It's like she was asking for it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't mess with the best, Chels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(No, this is not a note to me.  Her name is also Chelsea.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-5696240439367219890?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5696240439367219890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=5696240439367219890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5696240439367219890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5696240439367219890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-i-promised.html' title='Because I promised...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S1U-Q5RCKoI/AAAAAAAABNs/gsew-Qdr1is/s72-c/1-15-10+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6924375339363565289</id><published>2010-01-07T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:11:16.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last night, the fam (me and Alex and child) watched VH1's Movies that Rock. And the movie, you ask? My apologies to Cessy, but it was Grease. And yes, we watched the whole thing. But it was like we have turned Tessa onto a whole new world...this was how she looked the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424077056615130434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S0YxWFHkJUI/AAAAAAAABNk/P3oTESkurC8/s400/Tessa+181.jpg" /&gt;She sat straight up and stared at the screen.  Notice this is the end of the movie, so the whole time she was staring at the television.  It was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6924375339363565289?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6924375339363565289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6924375339363565289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6924375339363565289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6924375339363565289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-word.html' title='It&apos;s the Word.'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/S0YxWFHkJUI/AAAAAAAABNk/P3oTESkurC8/s72-c/Tessa+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1972957741048149377</id><published>2009-12-31T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:14:04.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Awesome Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Because this is what goes on when I let Tessa play alone in her room...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480222920180450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Szz3idv2guI/AAAAAAAABNU/aMb-H6VnFqE/s320/Tessa+179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421480231345924370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Szz3i9ItKRI/AAAAAAAABNc/mdfjp9l_eCA/s320/Tessa+178.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her book of 2000 stickers is now down to 1500.  You can't see this, but they are also under her arms and on her legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought she was playing with her barbies...she's great.  And don't worry Alex, I wasn't watching the Bad Girls Club Marathon or anything...&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/1864526437759194384-1972957741048149377?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1972957741048149377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1972957741048149377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1972957741048149377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1972957741048149377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-awesome-mother.html' title='I&apos;m an Awesome Mother'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Szz3idv2guI/AAAAAAAABNU/aMb-H6VnFqE/s72-c/Tessa+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-5739888894941864055</id><published>2009-12-22T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:22:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So everybody loves to go see Christmas lights, right? Pretty much. But nothing warms my heart like some creepy holiday displays. I can't even explain the joy I feel when I stumble across these little pieces of heaven. The thing that I think is wrong about Christmas is that the paper will always give a little map of the houses that are amazingly decorated, but they never point out the little gems of creepiness. So when I do find one, it's a Christmas miracle.  Here's what Alex and I found tonight...on Christmas Street.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418265951343691906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SzGMLPBvSII/AAAAAAAABM8/S8XNPN2OAK0/s320/Creepy+Christmas+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This cute little house.  Decorated beautifully.  And it even had little children gazing out the window...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418265954731624898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SzGMLbpfCcI/AAAAAAAABNE/wlY5SriEOGw/s320/Creepy+Christmas+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wait!"  I shouted to Alex..."those aren't just any children"...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418265961932473810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SzGML2eTRdI/AAAAAAAABNM/OeHHRFB_2vw/s320/Creepy+Christmas+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's right.  They are fake.  And they stare into your soul.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love it.  This is the best part about Christmas...this and Baby Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-5739888894941864055?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5739888894941864055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=5739888894941864055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5739888894941864055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5739888894941864055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/creepy-christmas.html' title='Creepy Christmas'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SzGMLPBvSII/AAAAAAAABM8/S8XNPN2OAK0/s72-c/Creepy+Christmas+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4060669132582992224</id><published>2009-12-16T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:17:13.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEXTER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Baby Dexter is here! My lil sis Cailey went into labor yesterday-well last night and she had Dexter Alan Tonks at 7:56 am today. He is 7 lbs. 11 oz. and 20 inches long. And he has blonde hair...a little bit. He's so cute! I love him so much!! (said while crying) Here are pictures!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416038016443776674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Symh4WwkfqI/AAAAAAAABMo/dD_Vtumvyss/s320/Baby+Dexter+5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new family.  Yes, those are tears you see in Devon's eyes.  He still had tears in his eyes hours later.  He just really loves fatherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036476119011250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Symgesmhz7I/AAAAAAAABMI/iQRImxjDOUA/s320/Baby+Dexter+004.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dexter. Obviously. Like I would put a picture of a newborn baby that wasn't Dexter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416038021906400818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Symh4rG9hjI/AAAAAAAABMw/pn0116yah4I/s320/baby+dexter+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandpa Ted with Dexter.  He tried to make me pay for his visitors pass because he wanted to stay in there...I didn't pay.  He's my dad, so he gave it to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036479156866370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Symge36zzUI/AAAAAAAABMQ/y0qWFT39DOk/s320/Baby+Dexter+001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dexter and me. He already loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036486540333266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SymgfTbKkNI/AAAAAAAABMY/ysC1QqvhOSU/s320/Baby+Dexter+002.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cessy and Dexter. She loves him.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036491509734962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Symgfl79njI/AAAAAAAABMg/gdiz5qv02H8/s320/Baby+Dexter+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zach and Cessy and baby. They love babies. They plan on having some more.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.  He's so cute!  And I'm not even saying that because he's my newest nephew.  He's really cute.  I can't wait to have my baby...in July.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Cailey and Devon! &lt;br /&gt;You did a good job making a baby! &lt;br /&gt;(Awkward)&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/1864526437759194384-4060669132582992224?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4060669132582992224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4060669132582992224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4060669132582992224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4060669132582992224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/dexter.html' title='DEXTER!!!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Symh4WwkfqI/AAAAAAAABMo/dD_Vtumvyss/s72-c/Baby+Dexter+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1966620423764270355</id><published>2009-12-14T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:46:13.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday the family gathered to celebrate birthdays for Alex, Cailey, and Ashlii. But it was really more than that. It was magical!! So Cecily was acting a little fishy at dinner, so naturally I assumed someone was going to Michael Myers our party. If you don't know what that means than you don't know me. But it turns out it was an even better surprise!!! Santa came to town. And by town, I mean to our house. The kids loved it. Except Stone-see Cessy's post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143192669426338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SyZ0CwbvkqI/AAAAAAAABLk/eFS7CvmcyIU/s320/DSC02571.JPG" /&gt; Tessa with Santa&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143213655505442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SyZ0D-nNuiI/AAAAAAAABL0/tUn5YR7PzGQ/s320/DSC02604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in their new PJs. They were adorable! Tessa was holding onto Sebastian for dear life...he even tried to make out with her to get her to let him go. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143186626526946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SyZ0CZ7APuI/AAAAAAAABLc/jU0wuAVI2Qk/s320/DSC02546.JPG" /&gt; The birthday trio. Cailey is pregnant...so she's balancing her cup on her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Since Santa came, we thought it would be good to do some family pictures!!! Feast your eyes on these bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143202593298306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SyZ0DVZx14I/AAAAAAAABLs/L2AgzAf9vtQ/s320/DSC02594.JPG" /&gt; Breakfast Club-these are my sibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were like, "what would be an awesome picture?" And Coleman said, "Alex, pretend to kiss Camerone and we'll all cheer."&lt;br /&gt;Alex doesn't need to be asked twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143216825837746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SyZ0EKbFKLI/AAAAAAAABL8/m3-bionBJmA/s320/DSC02613.JPG" /&gt;Those are real cheers. No one is faking in this picture. And Cameron's eye was open....and this was like the fourth time we took it. That's my family. Aren't we the best?&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/1864526437759194384-1966620423764270355?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1966620423764270355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1966620423764270355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1966620423764270355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1966620423764270355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday Celebrations'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SyZ0CwbvkqI/AAAAAAAABLk/eFS7CvmcyIU/s72-c/DSC02571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-3984168580169909553</id><published>2009-12-03T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:32:09.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivus for the Rest of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm actually talking about the Festival of Trees. And really, this post isn't about trees-it's about Sophie-she's my neice. She performed at the Festival of Trees on Wednesday and she was Adorable. With a capital A. Here's my proof:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246681164666354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxicL77U1fI/AAAAAAAABLE/4R2KjPAP3W4/s320/DSC02531.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready for the dress rehearsal...good thing her awesome aunt Chelsea keeps a tube of red lipstick in her purse, just for these occassions. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246690161417474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxicMdcUXQI/AAAAAAAABLM/hslUN5C44qE/s320/DSC02532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posing. This girl can pose...obviously.  She sort of looks like one of those girls that they do the VH1 documentaries on because they are 5 and in the pageant circuit...Ashlii, look into that.  And don't mind Tessa in the background, in sweats.  It was actually an entire sweatsuit.  That's how I roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246693131958226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxicMogjN9I/AAAAAAAABLU/o-UdQzocx2o/s320/DSC02534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posing again.  She was the cutest one.  Sorry Chloe (I'm pretty sure she said one of the other girls was named Chloe...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-518b236057fd56aa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D518b236057fd56aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D789D9332AC8B87BF443235271E76A034EECED470.4629D25554AC27D273312E55B06075D76B7B7EB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D518b236057fd56aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyZMRj8Te_D72bK_0MFGo2I2l8S0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D518b236057fd56aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329943703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D789D9332AC8B87BF443235271E76A034EECED470.4629D25554AC27D273312E55B06075D76B7B7EB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D518b236057fd56aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyZMRj8Te_D72bK_0MFGo2I2l8S0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VIDEO FOOTAGE!  That's what I'm good for.  It's actually a pretty crappy video because some 2 year old kept getting in my business.  And near the end some girl stood in front of her, so I couldn't get a clear shot of it.  But she rocked.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good Job Sophie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-3984168580169909553?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/3984168580169909553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=3984168580169909553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3984168580169909553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/3984168580169909553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/festivus-for-rest-of-us.html' title='Festivus for the Rest of Us'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxicL77U1fI/AAAAAAAABLE/4R2KjPAP3W4/s72-c/DSC02531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6040509783925375281</id><published>2009-12-03T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:25:19.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Everyone else is posting their family pictures, so I am going to as well!! (yes Cessy and Heather, I'm talking about you.) I like when people tell me how cute Tessa is...so sue me.  These were taken by our friend &lt;a href="http://www.jordanrussellpictures.com/"&gt;Jordan&lt;/a&gt;...we thought we'd help him by letting him add a totally adorable family to his portfolio.  You're welcome Jordan.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075210953403362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAPDnMq-I/AAAAAAAABKE/IRbOEg8nBig/s320/Osborne+Int.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tessa looks awesome in this picture.  People asked me if we told her to do that, and we didn't.  This is just her face.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075220382260738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAPmvNngI/AAAAAAAABKM/7SjLIudLYZ8/s320/Osborne+Int+4.jpg" /&gt;Our little family-no, he didn't do anything to make my skin look transparent...that's just my skin.  I'm that white.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075225443760274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAP5l9-JI/AAAAAAAABKU/JPI3Co31lpQ/s320/Osborne+Int+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075484774311314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAe_rMJZI/AAAAAAAABK0/K1RbbdimYWg/s320/Osborne+Int+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075233644312082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAQYJIdhI/AAAAAAAABKc/4Gr2ZGtfotw/s320/Osborne+Int+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075479256646114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAerHrQeI/AAAAAAAABKs/EACGA_Kh9zc/s320/Osborne+Int+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411075239750732514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAQu5BCuI/AAAAAAAABKk/G_IazhEr19s/s320/Osborne+Int+6.jpg" /&gt;These two pictures of Tessa are so funny to me!  The top one doesn't even look like her, but it's just so funny...how many times can I say funny?  The bottom one is totally her.  Jordan told her to dance, so she listened!  That's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6040509783925375281?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6040509783925375281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6040509783925375281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6040509783925375281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6040509783925375281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxgAPDnMq-I/AAAAAAAABKE/IRbOEg8nBig/s72-c/Osborne+Int.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-5521342758372539394</id><published>2009-11-29T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:25:44.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; To my boo. Alex's birthday was today...did you think I was talking about a different boo that I have? Silly you. I love Alex-obviously. I married the kid. So just a shout out on his birthday is nice...I can't believe how old he is...this is our conversation this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Chelsea: "Happy Birthday Boo!"&lt;br /&gt;Alex: "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: "How old are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;Alex:  "I'm 27!"&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: "Disgusting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as you can tell, I love this kid and his old age.  Pretty soon I'm going to have to tell people I'm married to a 30 year old.  Gross.  I think when I'm 27 the world will run solely on hugs as their currency.  And there will be flying cars.  But anyway, here's 2 pictures that I think show Alex in all his 27 year old glory...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409761880249142578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxNVxJezDTI/AAAAAAAABJ0/hIIW_CYdxkY/s320/Osborne+Int+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is Alex just being a good dad.  Kids like water-and he knows what kids like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409761876970863842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxNVw9RMfOI/AAAAAAAABJs/elvneqr1obI/s320/Osborne+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is actually Alex at 25, but it's such a great picture.  You can tell he's thinking about when he'll be 27.  It looks beautiful.  I can't not laugh when I see these...I'm sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday Boo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-5521342758372539394?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5521342758372539394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=5521342758372539394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5521342758372539394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/5521342758372539394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday_29.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SxNVxJezDTI/AAAAAAAABJ0/hIIW_CYdxkY/s72-c/Osborne+Int+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2425282851637006826</id><published>2009-11-24T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:37:58.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SwxcdraZmYI/AAAAAAAABJk/caevuupBIvw/s1600/DSC02518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407798917504539010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SwxcdraZmYI/AAAAAAAABJk/caevuupBIvw/s320/DSC02518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure I've posted something about this before, but I'm going to do it again.  When I was little every Saturday night my mom would make me and my sisters go get the foam curlers, a glass of water, and the comb so that she could do our hair for Sunday.  I hated it.  I'm sorry mom.  It just took so long and sometimes it hurt, and then you have to sleep with these foam curlers all night and you can't get them wet in the bath the next morning...there was just a lot of stuff that sucked about those curlers.  Of course we all looked adorable the next day with our curly hair, but the price for that beauty was too much for me.  I don't know how my sisters felt about it, but I'm pretty sure it was the same.  One time Cessy even got her curlers wet and ruined her hair-I think it was so that my mom would take away her privileges of having curled hair for church.  She was always the smart one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY, a while ago I was at my local grocer where they sell what?  Foam curlers.  And so I bought them and last night I thought "hey, why not try those out and see what happens?"  So I said to my 3 year old, "Go get your comb.  Mommy's going to make you pretty."  I realize that sounds creepy, but back off.  She's my kid, so I can say whatever I want to her.  So I put curlers in her hair.  But here's the weird part:  She absolutely LOVED it.  She was so excited.  She even woke me up last night because one of them fell out, and she needed me to fix it so her hair would be pretty today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the lesson I learned:  Just because I hated something in my youth doesn't mean Tessa is going to.  So I'm going to start buying tomatoes and fish so she can try those out too.  I realize these things have nothing to do with the actual curlers, but I hate a lot of food, so I just don't make it or I don't buy it, but maybe Tessa will like it!  I should probably give her the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew that those foam curlers would teach me this valuable lesson?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably my mom.  She's smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, this post isn't meant to be insightful.  It's more of a joke, but I really did think about that...I'm probably still not going to buy tomatoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2425282851637006826?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2425282851637006826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2425282851637006826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2425282851637006826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2425282851637006826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/11/curlers.html' title='Curlers'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SwxcdraZmYI/AAAAAAAABJk/caevuupBIvw/s72-c/DSC02518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1000228052916187339</id><published>2009-11-11T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:08:23.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I finally got around to uploading pictures of Tessa's actual birthday. I took a billion pictures, but I don't want to take forever to explain them all, so here are a few of them.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073511478750226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvuSu2MDbBI/AAAAAAAABIs/xgTvEd-xsP0/s320/11-11-09+029.jpg" /&gt; This is Tessa as soon as she woke up. Don't mind her hair. I don't know what that girl does at night, but this is how she looks pretty much every single morning. Her hair is so crazy. And yes, this is what we let her sleep in. I don't even care. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073516289836194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvuSvIHGxKI/AAAAAAAABI0/o-Rr-DXxah4/s320/11-11-09+038.jpg" /&gt; And this is Tessa in her birthday outfit. She only wore it for like 10 minutes because we gave her a big thing of dress up clothes, so she kept changing from dress to dress. And as I said before, she fell asleep at 6.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073523757904082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvuSvj7ocNI/AAAAAAAABI8/fL7rjZscI9E/s320/11-11-09+043.jpg" /&gt; Opening presents. Notice her new dress. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073537957048530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvuSwY0-MNI/AAAAAAAABJE/aqUoLTk3Y0A/s320/11-11-09+050.jpg" /&gt; This is Tessa and my dad and Rubie, who snuck into the birthday people shot. It's my dad's birthday this Saturday so we celebrated them together. Rubie just likes taking pictures with people. I don't know why it's such a bad picture....sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately for Tessa (and Alex) I was pretty sick on her birthday, most of the weekend, and I still am today. So we didn't really have too much fun on her birthday-next year it'll be better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, it's not the Swine Flu...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403075795502952418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvuUzy127-I/AAAAAAAABJc/TI2XKQY70Xg/s320/Pregnancy+Test.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S RIGHT! The Osborne's are becoming a quartet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG. I'm so excited! I can't even tell you people how excited we are! But I'll try... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex and I have been trying to get pregnant for over a year. I even took fertility drugs and everything, but nothing was working. So after I had a nervous breakdown and cried for a week, we decided to stop trying so hard. And voila. We are now with child! I'm about 8 weeks, so I'm due June 23rd. LOVE IT!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best day ever.&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/1864526437759194384-1000228052916187339?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1000228052916187339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1000228052916187339' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1000228052916187339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1000228052916187339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/11/tessas-birthday.html' title='Tessa&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvuSu2MDbBI/AAAAAAAABIs/xgTvEd-xsP0/s72-c/11-11-09+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-1830772104742426110</id><published>2009-11-08T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:23:28.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my baby. That's right people, I have a 3 year old! Yesterday was Tessa's b-day and now she's older...which happens everyday, but yesterday we actually got to celebrate it! We didn't do a big party this year, we just had breakfast with Alex's family and then tonight we are going to my parents for dinner. And she was only awake for half of the day anyway-she woke up at 9:00 and fell asleep at 6:00. But it was fun 9 hours! This post is boring...when I upload the pictures of her actual birthday it'll be way better.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401845382235161570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Svc1wUO2A-I/AAAAAAAABIc/t761hekIa0c/s400/Osborne+153.jpg" /&gt;This is Tessa on Day 1. Or probably day 2. She was cute. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401845390573830946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Svc1wzS8AyI/AAAAAAAABIk/GCEk1_hvB68/s400/10-30-09+010.jpg" /&gt;And this is her last month, at Stone's birthday. Shout out to Stone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I don't want to be a mom that gives updates on what she's doing, because she'll never read this-but just FYI, she's in the 99% for her heighth. That's my amazing fact about my baby. She still can't say 99th percentile, but she's in it! Suck on that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-1830772104742426110?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/1830772104742426110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=1830772104742426110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1830772104742426110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/1830772104742426110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Svc1wUO2A-I/AAAAAAAABIc/t761hekIa0c/s72-c/Osborne+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7991492746602527124</id><published>2009-11-05T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:03:41.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry, I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's been a while since I posted last. I had to go to Lima, Ohio with Alex. Ever heard of it? NO? Well, lucky you. I was trying to figure out how to describe it and all I could come up with "was pretty gray and industrial looking," or "THE THIRD LEVEL OF HELL."  One of those probably paints a pretty good, grayscale picture for you. Seriously, poor Alex who has to travel there for half of his life. I feel blessed to be home. Really-I'm not just saying that. It was not the funnest trip of my life, and I think Lima tried to kill my mom. She's got the swine now. Thanks a lot, Ohio. (ps, my mom doesn't have the swine. She's just sick.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really, the point of my post is Halloween.  I know I'm about a week late on this, but that's all I've got.  I was pretty proud of the family this year, we made our costumes.  That's right, this girl sews.  Who knew?  We were a theme family-Tinkerbell, Peter Pan, and Tiger Lily.  Tessa really wanted to be Tinkerbell, so I was all, "whatevs, she's kind of trashy, but I guess that's ok.  You're only young once."  So I made her costume.  I have a bunch of pictures, but only half of them were loaded onto our computer tonight, so I'm only giving the good points.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400863997657019170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvO5MNyK8yI/AAAAAAAABIE/Q89N40hacnk/s200/10-30-09+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is our family at my company's party.  Tessa wouldn't stand up because she desperately needed Alex to hold her EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY.  She missed him.  And yes, Alex's legs are better looking than mine.  I'm over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we planned a party for Alex's friends, which rocked.  Except for everyone sucks at Horror Movie Trivia.  Sorry-I had to say it.  When I did the trivia with my family, they rocked at it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I got a bunch of pictures of the party, but I didn't want to wait for them to upload, so this is all you get:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400864005865404114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvO5MsXM9tI/AAAAAAAABIM/KpB-JeBOijs/s200/10-30-09+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are most of the friends.  And here is what they are (from left to right): Mike and Alysha as Popeye and Olive Oyl, Steve as Dexter, TJ and Rachel as a figure skater and a hockey player, Andy as the robot from Flight of the Conchords, Brock as Spock, Rebecca as Batgirl, Wes is a bear, Adam is himself, John is a chicken plus something, and our family... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All that we are missing is Jake and Heather and Emmett-they had already left.  But they dressed up too.  Jake was a Bears Superfan, Heather a viking, and Emmett was Batman (so cute!)  I was really proud of all the friends, because usually they try to ruin my parties (actually, only John.  He ruined my 22nd birthday.  And I will not forget it.)  But this time, everyone dressed up and participated, and they were all fun!  (Not that they aren't usually fun, this time they were fun plus costumes.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400864011257811042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SvO5NAc2kGI/AAAAAAAABIU/W8_cMGMZdRk/s200/10-30-09+076.jpg" /&gt;And this is how Tessa laid on the couch for most of the night.  Emmett and Wesley were there, so I think she was trying to seduce them.  Sexy poses for my trashy little Tinkerbell.  (Obviously I do not think my child is trashy.  But she is sexy, right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Halloween night, we went to both the grandparents house and did the trick or treating thing.  I did get pictures but I am not sharing them with everyone, just because I'm lazy and don't want to get my camera out of my purse.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, until next time.  It's Tessa's birthday in 2 days, so I'll probably post about that in 2 weeks.  I'm running behind on life!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I blame OHIO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7991492746602527124?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7991492746602527124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7991492746602527124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7991492746602527124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7991492746602527124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html"&gt;Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stuff too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-5871917728114055056?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/5871917728114055056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=5871917728114055056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Noah and Lilah GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/noah-and-lilah-guest-giveaway.html"&gt;Noah and Lilah GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7192283711575231854?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/noah-and-lilah-guest-giveaway.html' title='Noah and Lilah GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7192283711575231854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7192283711575231854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7192283711575231854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7192283711575231854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/10/noah-and-lilah-guest-giveaway.html' title='Noah and Lilah GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-2468720708777874102</id><published>2009-10-13T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:44:50.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo.  (I'm saying this with a foreboding tone...get ready.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ces and I took the children to the zoo-which was awesome, as always. If you haven't heard, there's a new baby elephant and it is adorable! Seriously, where can I get me one of them right? Anyway, we bought tickets to the train and the carousel, but we were jipped on the train. For reals, do they purposely hide all the animals, or do they really not have any on the train route? Good questions. Discuss amongst yourselves while I upload some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uploaded:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392308548050566114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVUDgXbO-I/AAAAAAAABG8/LRhQ48fXpXo/s200/10-13-09+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa, Sebby, and me on the train. Sebastian has no idea what's about to hit him. (Don't worry Sebs, nothing's coming.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392308553724369602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVUD1gKmsI/AAAAAAAABHE/KLdVdJtIcs4/s200/10-13-09+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love bronze statues of animals? I know I do! The kiddos on lions. Obvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392308567591516242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVUEpKWeFI/AAAAAAAABHM/7d5Y5EDi_5s/s200/10-13-09+029.jpg" /&gt;We hit up the carousel after having some sketchy chicken at The Bistro (not to be confused with The Beastro, which is a common mistake.) Ces snuck in the picture. She loves her some carousel-ing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392308576082321538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVUFIyt4II/AAAAAAAABHU/UIMV40pcoCc/s200/10-13-09+034.jpg" /&gt;Stone was not happy to leave the carousel, even though we rode it twice. We got some free tickets from some lady who had brought her 17 year old son. She told us he was too depressed to ride on it, and we were like, "well yeah, he's 17 and his mom just bought him some carousel tickets at the zoo-then told complete strangers with toddlers he wouldn't ride on it. I'd be depressed too." But I really wanted to show how desperately Stone wanted back on that thing. He's crying and we are leaving him. He didn't even care.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392308593710931650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVUGKdtHsI/AAAAAAAABHc/UM72c0YMZec/s200/10-13-09+036.jpg" /&gt;Everyone loves to measure up, but I do it in a more fierce way. A little pop of the hip and it's like Vogue meets Gorillas.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392309560394325090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVU-bo_HGI/AAAAAAAABHk/Oqb5gs_ZI6w/s200/10-13-09+037.jpg" /&gt;This bronze gorilla is always good fun. Sebastian hated it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392309566268924402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVU-xhmYfI/AAAAAAAABHs/ESGcLQI3-Hg/s200/10-13-09+038.jpg" /&gt;Tessa was ok with it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392309578284009634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVU_eSOCKI/AAAAAAAABH0/9eSAXAi5aCo/s200/10-13-09+039.jpg" /&gt;And I loved it so much I curled right up in it's lap. (There were two guys that were taking pictures like this before us, so we thought 'Hey, us too!')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that was our zoo day in a nutshell. I'm pretty sure we saw some animals and met a crazy little 5 year old in between the picture moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-2468720708777874102?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/2468720708777874102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=2468720708777874102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2468720708777874102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/2468720708777874102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/10/zoo-im-saying-this-with-foreboding.html' title='The Zoo.  (I&apos;m saying this with a foreboding tone...get ready.)'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVUDgXbO-I/AAAAAAAABG8/LRhQ48fXpXo/s72-c/10-13-09+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-7119767327022801384</id><published>2009-10-13T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:25:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpable Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the millionth annual Simpable Things was held last week-and it was K-RAZY! (That's way more crazy than if you spell it with the C). We had awesome costumes/uniforms, complete with liquid leggings. Everyone looked fierce in them-eat that Lauren Conrad! Anyway, it was way fun, as always. And no one had a melt down this time, which was nice. (Last time it was me who had the meltdown, so I know how vast the improvement was.) Here are the picto-files:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392305991622395490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVRus7dBmI/AAAAAAAABGU/s_j9l437t30/s320/10-13-09+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girlies in their costumes. So hot.  And yes, Ces is resting her arm on Missy's head.  Those Hymas's are little.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392306010825307730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVRv0dyNlI/AAAAAAAABGk/MYXzSN2oUbY/s320/10-13-09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Madsen girls in their boots. Pulling. Them. Off.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392306020912559746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVRwaCxdoI/AAAAAAAABGs/tkTdnre1IgQ/s320/10-13-09+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tessa and I. She didn't get a costume on account of her only being 2. Maybe next year!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392306027536738402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVRwyuGaGI/AAAAAAAABG0/T6ZQVXyGkbI/s320/10-13-09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tessa and her new bestie Maycie Jean. They loved each other. I was really glad these two liked each other this time, because last time Maycie was a little scared of Tessa.  But with good reason.  Sometimes I'm scared of her!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392305998839710626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVRvH0Mg6I/AAAAAAAABGc/f_E6BVCslr0/s320/10-13-09+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes.  This is my boo.  And those are my boots.  Alex managed to fit into the costumes that we had.  AND his legs look way skinnier than mine!  Jealous much?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway-that's all I've got for this post.  Stay tuned, there's more to come.  I've gots lots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-7119767327022801384?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/7119767327022801384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=7119767327022801384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7119767327022801384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/7119767327022801384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/10/simpable-things.html' title='Simpable Things'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/StVRus7dBmI/AAAAAAAABGU/s_j9l437t30/s72-c/10-13-09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4610699360005003981</id><published>2009-10-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:31:42.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  SO. This weekend Zach (my BIL) ran the St. George Marathon. It was in St. George. So we went down to support him. Seriously, that's like a 30 miler....sounds like work, right? Well, he did a good job-I believe he finished in 4 hours. This was his first marathon. I'm pretty sure he's entering an Iron Man Competition now. Or not. We'll see.  But for reals, it was amazing-I cried-I just have a lot of emotions.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388967053929731810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Ssl0-8vD1uI/AAAAAAAABF8/LRFORKGao8s/s320/8-27-09+191.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the guy that my mom told me was Zach and I took a picture super fast, because-hello-they are running. She's a kidder. She kept pointing at guys and telling me that it was him since I had the camera. It was pretty funny of her.  When she pointed at a girl I thought it had gone too far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm kidding.  That never happened.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388967066866428418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Ssl0_s7aKgI/AAAAAAAABGE/aponE34R2YE/s320/8-27-09+194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This really was Zach.  Obvi.  He did his hair up so we could tell it was him.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388967073075245570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Ssl1AEDtMgI/AAAAAAAABGM/vv19Qab7fFI/s320/8-27-09+202.jpg" /&gt;The family that came to support.  Stone's making out with a popsicle.  Tessa is still trying to figure out how to hold hers.  Sebastian passed out.  (And no, my husband did not come, but yes, we are still married.  Just in case you were confused.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a fun trip.  In other highlights, we (Cailey, Devy, and I) went to see Zombieland.  Oh. My. Best.  Seriously, so funny.  I'm not even kidding!  That's all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good job Zach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-4610699360005003981?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/4610699360005003981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=4610699360005003981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4610699360005003981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/4610699360005003981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/10/marathon-ed.html' title='Marathon-ed'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/Ssl0-8vD1uI/AAAAAAAABF8/LRFORKGao8s/s72-c/8-27-09+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-6632651359788043293</id><published>2009-09-30T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:35:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike. Since you were a upset about me not posting anything about you in Park City, here you go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387485008651447570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SsQxEj1pbRI/AAAAAAAABF0/x4Xyz2WDsDE/s320/2009+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Mike, with a full rack of ribs. I bet you miss that, don't you Mike? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(For those who feel out of the loop-Mike has decided he doesn't eat meat anymore.  I know.  I don't get it either.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boom.  Roasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1864526437759194384-6632651359788043293?l=chelsandalex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/feeds/6632651359788043293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1864526437759194384&amp;postID=6632651359788043293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6632651359788043293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1864526437759194384/posts/default/6632651359788043293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsandalex.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Alex, Chelsea, and Tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06355181357807718300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SgpG98OaOsI/AAAAAAAAA10/SxXzKa25I-k/S220/2009+122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SsQxEj1pbRI/AAAAAAAABF0/x4Xyz2WDsDE/s72-c/2009+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864526437759194384.post-4959363453233422683</id><published>2009-09-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:16:00.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This past Saturday was my nephew's baptism, so the whole fam was there to support. But that's not what this post is about. (I'm very proud of Carter, but he knows that.) Now, to the point... My brother Coleman has two little girls and if you know them, you know they are hilarious. Both of them are-which is hard to find with siblings. (I should know, we only have one funny one in our family. Not including Cameron.) Anyway, when Sophie was little, she would put herself in time out, and it was the funniest thing to see. She would go put her nose against a wall and wait until Ashlii told her she was done, then she'd go on to doing whatever it was she was doing before. Welp, now Rubie does the same thing. And it is hilarious. She got put in time out at my brother's house after the baptism, and she was pissed. So I took pictures of her. She wouldn't even look at me. I think she secretly blamed me, because she was put in time out for hitting Tessa. She was mad that I was Tessa's mom. I know it.  I'm sorry Rubie, but what could I do?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107997126661250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SsLaLmdmlII/AAAAAAAABFk/yyTyCqfDNkE/s320/DSC02263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was before she realized I was taking pictures of her.  As soon as I bent down to get closer, she turned it off.  Or on.  Maybe she was trying to give me the smoldering look.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387108005585040642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SsLaMF-PNQI/AAAAAAAABFs/1WK_f1Ly8yQ/s320/DSC02264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the moment of realization.  She was pissed.  The funny thing is, for about a minute I kept saying, "Rubie, Rubie, Rubie, Rubie, Rubie..." just to get her to look at me.  She was deliberately ignoring me.  So adorable.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107988201656530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KABHLE4SOd0/SsLaLFNt0NI/AAAAAAAABFc/NM9XzciCcz0/s320/DSC02262.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is the family.  We sure do clean up well, right?  Right on.  Go Madsens! 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