<?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-5758858805117425217</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:33:02.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Viertel Clan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8723750443647576330</id><published>2012-01-20T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:23:33.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace &amp; Quiet</title><content type='html'>Troy has been really stressed with work and different things. So last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning I was laying bed with the kids. Troy is harping on everything from the kids not cleaning their room to why he can't find anything in the house....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt; decides she has had enough and she says I forgot to say my prayers today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt;: Dear Heavenly Father, Please bless that I can get some peace in quiet in this room. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way her prayer totally worked. What else could Troy say after that? I need to remember that prayer next time someone is annoying me by incessantly talking!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8723750443647576330?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8723750443647576330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8723750443647576330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8723750443647576330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8723750443647576330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2012/01/peace-quiet.html' title='Peace &amp; Quiet'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3938784428309270643</id><published>2011-12-06T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:53:09.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby got Baptized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAk9sRNJI_k/Tt6XLNfuvVI/AAAAAAAAATw/xKpuUoze0YM/s1600/IMG_2352%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683145998645247314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAk9sRNJI_k/Tt6XLNfuvVI/AAAAAAAAATw/xKpuUoze0YM/s200/IMG_2352%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is old enough to get baptized. The baptism was beautiful. Grams talked about the Holy Ghost, The primary president Sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jenks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave a beautiful talk about little white dresses. To sum it up she talked about the importance of the white dresses in our lives blessing dresses, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baptisim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dresses and your final white dress a wedding dress. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said the white dresses won't end that someday she will have a little girl who will one day wear a white dress and the cycle continues. Brother Channel had her stand on a chair and look out at all the family and friends there to support her. He said this is what is will be like on the other side when we are reunited again. He had her hug her grandparents and Troy and I. The spirit was so strong in that room that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to lighten things up with a couple conversations between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grams didn't buy this glass heart at the store. She carved it out of a rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Is that your first lie? (baptism washed away &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sins and now she said her 1st lie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried to sneak Chips into her bedroom Troy caught her and asked her if she was trying to sneak food into her room. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adamantly&lt;/span&gt; denied this until later that night. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt; was sitting in the room seemingly minding her own business while Troy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt; talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sorry I lied I really was sneaking chips into my room I just didn't want you to be mad at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Troy: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Irelynn&lt;/span&gt; I don't care about the chips I was just sad you lied to me about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Out of nowhere &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kalaya&lt;/span&gt; pipes up: Well I guess she wasn't ready to get baptized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5758858805117425217-3938784428309270643?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3938784428309270643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3938784428309270643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3938784428309270643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3938784428309270643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-baby-got-baptized.html' title='My Baby got Baptized'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAk9sRNJI_k/Tt6XLNfuvVI/AAAAAAAAATw/xKpuUoze0YM/s72-c/IMG_2352%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2215306859267538490</id><published>2011-11-27T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:16:40.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Peace</title><content type='html'>Tonight Kalaya tells me that all she wants for Christmas is love. I hug and kiss all over her. Troy says Love? that's all you want is love? No toys? Kalaya: Yes all I want is love no toys. Later Troy gets mad at her for something and threatens to spank her to which Kalaya responds Dad you can't spank me ever again it's my Christmas present remember?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm she just barely turned 5 how on earth she was so quick to respond to that amazes me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-2215306859267538490?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2215306859267538490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2215306859267538490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2215306859267538490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2215306859267538490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-peace.html' title='World Peace'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5841188224504208082</id><published>2011-11-27T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:12:14.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More back seat talk</title><content type='html'>Troy decided to coach Kalaya's soccer team. He promised the girls that after scouts he would play soccer with them at the park to practice after his scout meeting. As I am driving the girls to the park to meet Troy this was their conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: Oh I hope my coach is going to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn: Kalaya why don't you just call him dad? You are confusing me calling him coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: Well you know my coach is dad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5841188224504208082?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5841188224504208082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5841188224504208082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5841188224504208082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5841188224504208082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-back-seat-talk.html' title='More back seat talk'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1428333552438609484</id><published>2011-08-25T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:32:44.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Seat</title><content type='html'>I really want a camera in my back seat. The interaction between Irelynn and Kalaya is histerical. Here are a couple of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: (looking at a picture of her preschool class) "Arnie do you want to know what girl is my favorite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn: "who?" ...... "kalaya that's you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: "well I like me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: pshshshshs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn: Kalaya I can't hear you you have to speak up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: pshshshshs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn: I can't hear you talk louder (getting annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayala: Well I don't want my scratch to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-1428333552438609484?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1428333552438609484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1428333552438609484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1428333552438609484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1428333552438609484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-seat.html' title='Back Seat'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4624394363483405032</id><published>2010-05-19T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:37:22.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Foods</title><content type='html'>So a funny thing happened to me yesterday and I had to blog about it. I get so bored of my own blogs so I always take to long of a hiatus (sp?) Plus Kalaya is so funny these days that it would feel more like a homage to Kalaya I'm sure. So yesterday I took Kalaya and Cy to Whole Foods to get some Chia seeds. I had the kids in a shopping cart and noticed there was a farmers market going on in the parking lot. So I kept them in the cart to keep them contained while I went through the market. I saw some yummy looking strawberries so I put the shopping cart with my kids in it in a spot I thought they would be safe and out of the way while I went to buy the strawberries. While I was engrossed in which strawberries looked the best I hear a woman yelling "whose kids are these?Whose shopping cart is this?" I turned and looked and saw that the shopping cart did not stay where I put it and kept rolling down the lane. Ps Kalaya never said anything as the cart went rolling away she was standing up steering the whole time. The shopping cart rolled into the back of a news cast woman trying to do a news cast when this run away shopping cart invaded the scene. SOOOOO embarassing! I was like "sorry I was trying to invade your news cast to get my children on tv!" I didn't know what else to say it I was so embarassed. Then she really wanted to do a shot with my kids. So we stood there waiting to get the tv camera up but I was standing away from the kids because I was looking pretty greasy to be on tv and didn't want to be in the shot..Cy kept looking at the woman and looking at me and saying mom...mom....moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmm! And started screaming his head off so he ruined their 5 minutes of fame on tv but at least I have a funny story to tell?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4624394363483405032?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4624394363483405032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4624394363483405032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4624394363483405032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4624394363483405032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-funny-thing-happened-to-me-yesterday.html' title='Whole Foods'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5471289196413293294</id><published>2010-01-22T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:38:10.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalaya the story teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/S1ng_Nv4lHI/AAAAAAAAATU/ECP_9L6y5Lw/s1600-h/Picture+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429618202398725234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/S1ng_Nv4lHI/AAAAAAAAATU/ECP_9L6y5Lw/s200/Picture+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night Kalaya wouldn't go to sleep so we knew the only way we were going to get some sleep was to let her sleep in bed with us. As we were laying in bed she proceeded to tell us this story about her pre-school that day. Her Boyfriend Jackson gave her a million dollars but the mean teachers wouldn't let her take it home. She got so mad she ran away from them and "drive" home (when I said you drove home? she said no i DRIVE home...) then the cops pulled her over but they didn't take her to jail... Is this a sign of the lies to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I've been slacking on my blogging. I started a weight loss blog that I have only shared with a few people. But I'm now ready to share with everyone. I don't know I guess I thought I was hiding the fact that I am over weight when clearly you can all see it...so I post healthy recipes and tips. Let me know if you have a healthy recipe you want to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fatcamp-stan.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5471289196413293294?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5471289196413293294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5471289196413293294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5471289196413293294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5471289196413293294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2010/01/kalaya-story-teller.html' title='Kalaya the story teller'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/S1ng_Nv4lHI/AAAAAAAAATU/ECP_9L6y5Lw/s72-c/Picture+304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2240599268306326883</id><published>2009-11-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:54:30.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwbII4M-ehI/AAAAAAAAATM/vBSUdUYE9I8/s1600/Picture+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406228457556179474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwbII4M-ehI/AAAAAAAAATM/vBSUdUYE9I8/s200/Picture+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Irelynn came home from school the other day and told us that while her and Ty were hiding in the bushes he kissed her on the lips! She said she told the yard duty and the yard duty told her to stay out of the bushes because there are bugs and spiders and we said "ya and boys that kiss you stay  out of the bushes" Troy told her to smack Ty if he tries it again and tell him to wait until she's 16 and then later he told her 20 to which she responded "you said 16 first" I saw Ty's parents at school yesterday so I said "what's up with your cassonova son kissing my daughter and they said ya we asked him why he kissed Irelynn and he said " She's just so cute I couldn't help it!" She made me tell her that 4 times and when I asked her if she wanted to stay home today (because I dont feel like picking her up at 12:55 because it's in the middle of Cy's nap) She was like nope I want to go talk to Ty about what you told me....REally? First grade? Oi vey! This will be rough when she is a teenager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-2240599268306326883?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2240599268306326883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2240599268306326883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2240599268306326883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2240599268306326883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwbII4M-ehI/AAAAAAAAATM/vBSUdUYE9I8/s72-c/Picture+251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3774231114149488897</id><published>2009-11-17T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:47:36.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has time to feed kids..let them do it themselves</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you spend too much time on facebook in the morning. Last thing I knew I made oatmeal for breakfast and left it on the kitchen table for the girls...and p.s. this is the puppy we got for Irelynns birthday being fed oatmeal out of Cy's spoon. He's a really good dog a german shep/lab mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhF29BCvI/AAAAAAAAATE/JCfTU_QQck0/s1600/Picture+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129993565047538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhF29BCvI/AAAAAAAAATE/JCfTU_QQck0/s200/Picture+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhFgOa16I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OaxrtrUazu0/s1600/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129987464026018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhFgOa16I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OaxrtrUazu0/s200/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhFKOgh5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Y3_f0ANELD4/s1600/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129981558818706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhFKOgh5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Y3_f0ANELD4/s200/Picture+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;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/5758858805117425217-3774231114149488897?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3774231114149488897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3774231114149488897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3774231114149488897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3774231114149488897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-has-time-to-feed-kidslet-them-do-it.html' title='Who has time to feed kids..let them do it themselves'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwLhF29BCvI/AAAAAAAAATE/JCfTU_QQck0/s72-c/Picture+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8284428596491043847</id><published>2009-11-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:28:42.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fashion Desginer turns 6!</title><content type='html'>So my baby turned 6 on saturday. I had a meeting with her teacher on friday to discuss her progress in school which is not good in reading and writing but awesome in drawing and social skills. Who needs to read when you can make outfits like this out of your birthday present tissue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIMEMcRZI/AAAAAAAAASE/ScwGNL6Dm9k/s1600/Picture+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404750768687039890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIMEMcRZI/AAAAAAAAASE/ScwGNL6Dm9k/s200/Picture+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIMoAe3nI/AAAAAAAAASM/UVaHhpd7pN4/s1600/Picture+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404750778300554866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIMoAe3nI/AAAAAAAAASM/UVaHhpd7pN4/s200/Picture+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGINStaiaI/AAAAAAAAASc/gb3MDuOmmmY/s1600/Picture+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404750789763303842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGINStaiaI/AAAAAAAAASc/gb3MDuOmmmY/s200/Picture+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIM4jRHlI/AAAAAAAAASU/fdVNbwDoUgY/s1600/Picture+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404750782741421650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIM4jRHlI/AAAAAAAAASU/fdVNbwDoUgY/s200/Picture+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for her to get older so she can dress me. Preferably not in tissue though (don't want to play pick a boo with my wobbaly bits...) and here is the cake Troy decorated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGLO4krjrI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZVbk_9myQ1E/s1600/Picture+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404754115641970354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGLO4krjrI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZVbk_9myQ1E/s200/Picture+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGLOdbzCMI/AAAAAAAAASk/sHKCOJ1Ow-8/s1600/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404754108356954306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGLOdbzCMI/AAAAAAAAASk/sHKCOJ1Ow-8/s200/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8284428596491043847?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8284428596491043847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8284428596491043847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8284428596491043847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8284428596491043847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-fashion-desginer-turns-6.html' title='My Fashion Desginer turns 6!'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SwGIMEMcRZI/AAAAAAAAASE/ScwGNL6Dm9k/s72-c/Picture+254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-860777675607818783</id><published>2009-11-03T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:25:01.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalaya's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUqvnCyxI/AAAAAAAAARE/11MX9kGfB5Q/s1600-h/Picture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400049784017046290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUqvnCyxI/AAAAAAAAARE/11MX9kGfB5Q/s200/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day just the way any birthday should...with CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUrFcXroI/AAAAAAAAARM/pXrJn_9DQs0/s1600-h/Picture+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400049789877857922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUrFcXroI/AAAAAAAAARM/pXrJn_9DQs0/s200/Picture+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Irelynn's school for her Halloween party or excuse me " Fall festival" Wouldn't want to offend any of you liberals (p.s. I HATE liberals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDU-YzO5vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5cxxNw9diLU/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDU-YzO5vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5cxxNw9diLU/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she wore herself out playing in the playhouse in the garage. (look amongst the garbage for her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUrlOMBDI/AAAAAAAAARU/7GxA926_PlY/s1600-h/Picture+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400049798408307762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUrlOMBDI/AAAAAAAAARU/7GxA926_PlY/s200/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off for a new hair do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUsJs2sGI/AAAAAAAAARc/9uhgLSUGWYI/s1600-h/Picture+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400049808200609890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUsJs2sGI/AAAAAAAAARc/9uhgLSUGWYI/s200/Picture+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that my 3 year old has foil in her hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUseEjhCI/AAAAAAAAARk/gQipW7RcvBI/s1600-h/Picture+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400049813668725794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUseEjhCI/AAAAAAAAARk/gQipW7RcvBI/s200/Picture+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by her inapproiate facial expression this is her favorite part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDU9lbD4UI/AAAAAAAAARs/TpDYY-bY9-I/s1600-h/Picture+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400050107699945794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDU9lbD4UI/AAAAAAAAARs/TpDYY-bY9-I/s200/Picture+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-lah! Cotton Candy pink. She loves it and I am embarassed that I let her dye her hair at 3. But I think she looks cute and why should I care that I get glares from other moms who would never dream of getting their kids hair done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDVgcvQz0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/cBw0kP46Wh0/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400050706664181570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDVgcvQz0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/cBw0kP46Wh0/s200/Picture+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-860777675607818783?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/860777675607818783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=860777675607818783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/860777675607818783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/860777675607818783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/11/kalayas-bday.html' title='Kalaya&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SvDUqvnCyxI/AAAAAAAAARE/11MX9kGfB5Q/s72-c/Picture+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8120914301910201909</id><published>2009-10-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:04:29.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Well...my 30 days didn't go so great apparently I guess I have to start over! I just have had so many boob problems I figured you didn't want to hear about them everyday so I waited until my clogged ducts and mastitis cleared up. I did have to give up my mom of the year award when I let Cy fall asleep in the shower dont judge I needed a break so I could clean a little. I was trying to keep him awake until Kalaya went to preschool and I like putting my babies in the shower because I know they won't drown and it gives me a break. They have all loved it and Cy loved it a little too much! And I found out I'm allergic to Shrimp...I have the biggest hives and my chubby arms and hands are so swollen I feel like my forearms are choking out my hands. They're like sausages which makes typing not so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Su-A51lb-EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hfLVhMKsNz8/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Su-A51lb-EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hfLVhMKsNz8/s200/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399676209365514306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8120914301910201909?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8120914301910201909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8120914301910201909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8120914301910201909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8120914301910201909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Su-A51lb-EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hfLVhMKsNz8/s72-c/Picture+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3340268479373298686</id><published>2009-10-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:43:35.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY34EprwsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Reiqzu8mchQ/s1600-h/Troy%27s+family+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY34EprwsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Reiqzu8mchQ/s200/Troy%27s+family+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559040283525826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY33fqZt4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/WF7EVsgLJkA/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY33fqZt4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/WF7EVsgLJkA/s200/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559030354425730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY320gsKCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XtEYBt9t_T4/s1600-h/Troy%27s+family+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY320gsKCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XtEYBt9t_T4/s200/Troy%27s+family+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392559018770966562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize in advance because this will be TMI but it's all I can think about because my boobss hurt soooooooo bad. I cut CY off cold turkey yesterday. I am so sad to be done nursing but he will be 10 months on sunday and he won't stop biting me. I've tried everything anyone has told me. I've removed him from me, flicked he's cheek(several times probably daily) and suffocated him in my boob when he bites. He seems to get great pleasure when I cry out in pain. He laughs and tries to go back to nursing and my poor boobs have had enough. But now that it's been 24 hours I miss it. I miss his little hand rubbing my sides and chest and reaching up and touching my face while he eats. I want to give in so bad and just deal with the biting but then I will have tortured him for the last 24 hours for nothing and besides he is taking a bottle just fine. I still hold and caress him while he has the bottle so he doesn't feel totally abandoned. I don't think my skin can stretch any farther.  Is this what fake boobs feel like? Because I thought I wanted some after I've had all my kids but now I'm re-thinking that business....on a positive note I look like I am 19 again with my perky non-national geographic boobies flopping around or should I say not flopping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kasey no ZUmba for me tonight I couldn't dance around with this bazookas I'd give you and the instructor a black eye for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-3340268479373298686?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3340268479373298686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3340268479373298686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3340268479373298686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3340268479373298686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/tmi.html' title='TMI'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/StY34EprwsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Reiqzu8mchQ/s72-c/Troy%27s+family+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1302759824307272091</id><published>2009-10-13T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:17:01.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>I just came across  this blog it's interesting check it out http://chroniclesofjanew.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-1302759824307272091?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1302759824307272091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1302759824307272091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1302759824307272091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1302759824307272091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6043416592495651914</id><published>2009-10-13T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:45:56.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my love</title><content type='html'>Dear Caffiene,&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed our time together. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. When I crawl out of bed on a hard morning you are all I want and I don't even need you in drink form. I'm not picky I even like you in excederin. The rush of energy you give me is amazing. My house has never been so clean! But you are starting to be too controling. When we are not together you send me headaches trying to reel me back into your grasp. And when I try to sleep at night you keep me awake with mindless prattle running around in my brain. And so it is with heavy heart and a messy house that I must say goodbye.....tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-6043416592495651914?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6043416592495651914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6043416592495651914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6043416592495651914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6043416592495651914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-my-love.html' title='Goodbye my love'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8010583251644965270</id><published>2009-10-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:26:42.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamp Thing</title><content type='html'>So tonight me and the kids are enjoying some take &amp; bake pizza and I started reminissing (is that how you spell it?) I dated a guy who had to have pizza and rootbeer every friday night. My most embarassing moment happened with this guy. He was a skater and he used to make out with my best friend all the time. I take that back I think they made out like twice...any way I was going to have a picnic with him at this romantic park where there is a lake with a little waterfall and ducks to feed. I had borrowed my friends clothes because I had spent the night at her house. PLus she had made out with him so I figured those clothes worked for her why not me? SHe was a skater chick and I wasn't used to the baggy pants with the crotch between your knees. So here we are at the park walking towards the lake/waterfall. There was a 3 foot high rock wall that wrapped around the pond and big boulders that made their way across the pond. In my moment of brillance I thought I know what will really impress him I'm going to jump up onto the wall and jump across the boulders to the other side. WHat I didn't take into account was the low crotch that didn't allow for much movement. As soon as i jumped the crotch caught me and turned me upside into the water! I was now doing a hand stand trying to save the last but of dignity I tried pushing myself up only to slide fully into the water and roll down the waterfall. The waterfall helped to collect all of the duck poo in one area...right where I was. I came up out of the water covered in make-up and duck poo and my date made me ride in the back of his truck the whole way home...which was to his home not mine for some reason...He let me shower at his moms house and gave me some clothes...not the high light of my dating career. Good thing I was a little more gracefull when I met Troy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8010583251644965270?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8010583251644965270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8010583251644965270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8010583251644965270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8010583251644965270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/swamp-thing.html' title='Swamp Thing'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8608206873761874965</id><published>2009-10-11T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:03:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white christmas</title><content type='html'>Could it really be true? Am I really trying to talk Troy into moving to.....UTAH?@!??&lt;br /&gt;I think I want the slow pace that Utah life brings but do I really want the Utah mormons that it brings as well? I can't figure it all out tonight but I think I am dreaming of a white Christmas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8608206873761874965?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8608206873761874965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8608206873761874965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8608206873761874965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8608206873761874965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white christmas'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4406977939564551647</id><published>2009-10-09T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:21:25.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Hands....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Ss_sp29atMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KwVir6YAEeI/s1600-h/Troy%27s+family+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Ss_sp29atMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KwVir6YAEeI/s200/Troy%27s+family+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390787482857682114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Troy's Sisters,&lt;br /&gt;I am giving you fair warning to stop reading any farther on this post as it might cause your stomachs to turn queezy...Troy came home yesterday with his hands covered in blisters and had a huge gash in them and yet he woke up early again to go to work without complaint. How can I not say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hands of his once embarassed to touch my skin because of a stupid girl who criticized their roughness...have become the most beautiful hands on the earth to me. Blisters and a large gash cover these hands from days of strenuous labor in the hot sun to provide a roof over my head and time during the day to be the one my children come to to kiss their boo-boos. I've watched these hands play tea parties and have picnics. Never are these hands to tired to play with his adoring kids. These hands have wiped away my tears when I feel unattractive or scared. These hands have made me breakfast in bed and played with the kids so I might sleep in. Best of all these hands have made me feel so proud when I am the one holding them. May these hands never feel embarassed because they have produced 1 hell of a MAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4406977939564551647?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4406977939564551647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4406977939564551647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4406977939564551647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4406977939564551647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-hands.html' title='His Hands....'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Ss_sp29atMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KwVir6YAEeI/s72-c/Troy%27s+family+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-7552054779975456879</id><published>2009-10-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:46:11.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate computers</title><content type='html'>Ok I hate computers I don't know what just happened but I took a bunch of pictures so I can add them to my blog I walked out of the room and when I came back in there was a box that said all your photos have successfully been deleted...WHAT?!?!?  I have no clue what to do. I don't speak or read geek so even calling my brother to help me is no use. He starts talking geek to me and I zone out. Really I should be banned from computers. A couple weeks ago I tried to pirate some music for my mom (my first mistake I admit) anyway I ended up downloading a virus that wipes your computer clean. My moms poor husband had been working on their taxes for weeks...I think I was cut out of the will for that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-7552054779975456879?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/7552054779975456879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=7552054779975456879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7552054779975456879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7552054779975456879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-computers.html' title='I hate computers'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2779908888239564957</id><published>2009-10-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:57:36.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>So my adoring fans have been giving me crap for my terrible blogging skills. Apparently I need to write more. That's it you've done it. I am now going to give you way more information about me than you ever could imagine. I am going to blog everyday for 30 days....hopefully I can keep you entertained. Which really is the reason I take a hiatus from blogging. I want to be funny when I write and have things to say so we'll see how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to write about my little Kalaya so I can keep this like a journal entry. I have a big mural (really just a butterfly and sky tattoo covering up an ex husbands name and not so well by the way) on my lower back. Side note: I got my ex's name when I was 19. I was so proud to come home and show my older brother who had a lot of tattoos and was just coming back to church. When I showed him what I had done I'll never forget his reaction. He had a game in his hand and he threw it against the wall and started to cry which wasn't the reaction I expected. He told me "you have no idea what you just did. When I was in the presence of the Lord I wanted to rip my skin off and hide. I was so ashamed of my skin" my brother was not going to church for a good 12 years of his life and miracously came back. I knew something special brought him back but this is the only clue he has ever given to his sacred experience and we have never talked about it since. I still thought it was an over reaction. I never regretted getting my cover-up and never thought about removing it but never forgot his words. Flash forward to looking at my Irelynn with pen tattoos drawn on her beautiful clean skin. I knew what my brother was talking about. Her once clean beautiful skin was ugly and discolored and at that point I knew what I had to do...BRAIN WASH! I tell my kids all the time that my skin is ugly because tattoos are ugly and they have such pretty skin. I thought the brain washing was going pretty well until this conversation with my 2 yr old:&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: Whats that on you back?&lt;br /&gt;me: Mommy was a bad girl and made her skin all ugly but I wish I had pretty skin like you&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: I a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;Me: No you are a good girl with pretty skin&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: No I a bad girl I hate my dad I need a tattoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that we both make it out alive in her teenage years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-2779908888239564957?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2779908888239564957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2779908888239564957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2779908888239564957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2779908888239564957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/10/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1717881419680513344</id><published>2009-08-06T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:06:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spunk</title><content type='html'>So I love that my girls new hair do's totally fit them. Irelynn feels like a super model in her cute new A-line. When we were driving in the car this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn: Now that my hair is cute people will start bring me things&lt;br /&gt;Me: like what kind of things&lt;br /&gt;Irelynn: like food and toys and stuff&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting for those items to be delievered by her adoring fans...As for Kalaya her do totally is spunky to match her personality. She has recently taken to singing whenever she wants to back talk me because in song form it's not as bad?!?!? example&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: I want my little bubba (bottle)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I already told you it's dirty&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya: (this time in the form of a song) No my little bubba not dirty you go wash it you toilet...&lt;br /&gt;Even though she called me a toilet it didn't sound bad because it was a good tune! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Danielle that gym comment was funny and the answer is next week and Ellie I require that my best friends stay longer than 30 min at my house at a time so shape up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SntT6s7M7uI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rQAEon6jAFk/s1600-h/5856_112085358812_559893812_2272354_7824535_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SntT6s7M7uI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rQAEon6jAFk/s200/5856_112085358812_559893812_2272354_7824535_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366975648899067618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SntT6CXY8jI/AAAAAAAAAQM/o6i-PBlR74k/s1600-h/5856_112084488812_559893812_2272275_7314647_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SntT6CXY8jI/AAAAAAAAAQM/o6i-PBlR74k/s200/5856_112084488812_559893812_2272275_7314647_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366975637474570802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-1717881419680513344?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1717881419680513344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1717881419680513344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1717881419680513344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1717881419680513344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/08/spunk.html' title='Spunk'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SntT6s7M7uI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rQAEon6jAFk/s72-c/5856_112085358812_559893812_2272354_7824535_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2296055605842378518</id><published>2009-08-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:45:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm back</title><content type='html'>My long awaited return to the blogging world has finally happened! I wanted to blog about my Hawaii trip in April which was AMAZING and crappy all in one but I was too mad at my sister at the time since I didn't want to say anything mean I said nothing and then I got busier and busier and finally boring-er and boring-er. Okay so I know those aren't words but that's how I would've said it out loud. Summer has been so fun but I am glad to start school in 2 weeks. We went to Utah and stayed with my best friend Amber although she did tell me all about her neighbor and how they were best friends and how she would chose to hang out with her over anyone and how she moves on from old relationships from her past so maybe we aren't best friends? I just think the conversation didn't come out the way she was intending to and it was in no way relfected towards me is at least what I tell myself... So ladies I am on the market for a new best friend! Then we stayed with my brother and sister in law and had a great time skating at my bro's skate park,hiking and relaxing in the hot pots. We finished off the trip with a bad case of stomach flu which helped me lose the 10lbs I gained from eating Jon's cinnamon rolls all week. Since then we have been spending a lot of time on the Wave runner at Folsom lake. I am at my max sun capacity and look like a giant freckle but totally worth it. I took the kids to get their hair done the other day. Irelynn got a super cute A-line, Kalaya got a streak of purple and pink in her hair and I totally get the stares like look what that mother did to her daughter but I like it and Cyril got his first hair cut. We buzzed the whole thing because I hate silky baby boy hair. He looks like a little man now and I just want to eat him. Well that's the summer update more to come i'm sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-2296055605842378518?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2296055605842378518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2296055605842378518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2296055605842378518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2296055605842378518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m back'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3440201226413126554</id><published>2009-03-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:13:05.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whores</title><content type='html'>We have a pimp hat we got from our Halloween Party Kalaya has been wearing it around the house and yelling "yee haw ride em whores"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/ScKYUHq3LLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xv-sL9cAR34/s1600-h/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/ScKYUHq3LLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xv-sL9cAR34/s200/IMG_0808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314977981674237106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/ScKYTpExe8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/JVmLd0xtctE/s1600-h/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/ScKYTpExe8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/JVmLd0xtctE/s200/IMG_0806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314977973461416898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-3440201226413126554?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3440201226413126554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3440201226413126554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3440201226413126554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3440201226413126554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/03/whores.html' title='Whores'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/ScKYUHq3LLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xv-sL9cAR34/s72-c/IMG_0808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-244659616849873358</id><published>2009-03-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:44:38.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got tired of everyone asking me who Cyril looks like because it's so obvious to me who he looks like. So I thought I'd help you all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbfOEDBhDVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IvwFAglfrEw/s1600-h/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbfOEDBhDVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IvwFAglfrEw/s200/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940854433254738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-244659616849873358?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/244659616849873358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=244659616849873358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/244659616849873358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/244659616849873358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-tired-of-everyone-asking-me-who.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbfOEDBhDVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IvwFAglfrEw/s72-c/IMG_0780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5331547497529061225</id><published>2009-03-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:18:01.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I can't imagine why I'm having a hard time with 3 kids...everytime I turn my back Kalaya is getting into something she shouldn't. As soon as the camera comes out she thinks she's in a photo session and starts posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYINa1f4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aE78FoJMg3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYINa1f4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aE78FoJMg3Y/s200/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670446082850690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYH1inWdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5k4tYS5KJg8/s1600-h/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYH1inWdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5k4tYS5KJg8/s200/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670439673027026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYHnyiggI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JCd-YGi3wmw/s1600-h/IMG_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYHnyiggI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JCd-YGi3wmw/s200/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670435981722114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYHtdgZjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WZghu3fJ474/s1600-h/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYHtdgZjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WZghu3fJ474/s200/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670437504116274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYHJZMN8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/oUjekK-0xt0/s1600-h/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYHJZMN8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/oUjekK-0xt0/s200/IMG_0745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670427822340034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5331547497529061225?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5331547497529061225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5331547497529061225' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5331547497529061225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5331547497529061225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-cant-imagine-why-im-having-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SbbYINa1f4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/aE78FoJMg3Y/s72-c/IMG_0797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4182610147818208898</id><published>2008-12-28T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:39:59.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it turns out the pain wasn't from not taking my medication apparently I have a tape allergy... I thought it was weird that the tape they took off of me right out of surgery brought blood to the surface of my skin. They left the tape on my incision area for 2 days and it went to town eating away at my skin. I had about 2 inches of blisters all the way around my incision and now it has turned into a rash that has spread all over my body in places where let's just say it feels good to go to the bathroom and wipe...too much information I know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4182610147818208898?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4182610147818208898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4182610147818208898' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4182610147818208898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4182610147818208898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-it-turns-out-pain-wasnt-from-not.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6209383185956215617</id><published>2008-12-21T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:03:57.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyril Troy Viertel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q5ro6s8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/x0yAYyDd1dc/s1600-h/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q5ro6s8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/x0yAYyDd1dc/s200/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459471081812930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q5ehPCuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8WRKwdQH93U/s1600-h/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q5ehPCuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8WRKwdQH93U/s200/IMG_0716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459467559930594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q4mNfPyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1OZ1_QH0B2c/s1600-h/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q4mNfPyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1OZ1_QH0B2c/s200/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459452444720930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q34AqqoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TSwaIt3A8QU/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q34AqqoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TSwaIt3A8QU/s200/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459440042912386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he is finally here! We arrived a little late to the hospital (about 30 min) They were waiting for me when I walked in. The nurse was a little frazzled because my doctor was coming in specifically to do the surgery so they were trying to get me ready in time. So because she was so frazzled nothing was going right. She tried 3 different places trying to get an IV started and ended up having the Dr do it. Then she turned my IV up too high making me sick and I started puking everywhere. In the end it turned out good and he is beautiful. He looks exactly like Troy. He doesn't cry and all he does is sleep and eat. Last night he slept for 5 hours before I woke him up to eat. Kalaya acts like he isn't there and Irelynn loves pretending to be a mom. As long as I stay on top of my medicine I am great. Last night I tried being tough and didn't take my drugs in the middle of the night. That was a mistake. I thought I had ripped open in the morning and was in the worst pain. Any way here are some pictures of my little handsome man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-6209383185956215617?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6209383185956215617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6209383185956215617' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6209383185956215617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6209383185956215617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/12/cyril-troy-viertel.html' title='Cyril Troy Viertel'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SU8Q5ro6s8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/x0yAYyDd1dc/s72-c/IMG_0709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8032947762675836517</id><published>2008-12-17T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:34:25.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun will come out...</title><content type='html'>TOMORROW! I am so excited and kinda pissed at the same time. The Dr called Troy yesterday and asked if it would be okay if we did the c-section tomorrow at 1pm instead of 7am...I wasn't home so he told him yes. Now I have to fast even longer which sucks but at least it's not at night and he is still coming out tomorrow. I can't wait. I have been sleeping (or rather not sleeping) so bad my back hurts like no other I might as well be waking up all night with a baby if I'm not sleeping anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8032947762675836517?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8032947762675836517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8032947762675836517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8032947762675836517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8032947762675836517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/12/sun-will-come-out.html' title='The sun will come out...'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-340627648752825719</id><published>2008-11-17T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:42:10.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or does the embilical cord on my baby count down to the right look kind of wrong in certain angles?!?!?!? So I had to post this picture. It's classic Kalaya having to do everything "Arnie" does. For Irelynn's birthday we had her girlfriends over and took pictures of them and then painted and decorated frames for the picture to go in. This is the set Troy put together for the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SSGQIh0eBZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Kfs1BjpVS30/s1600-h/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SSGQIh0eBZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Kfs1BjpVS30/s200/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269651515191985554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-340627648752825719?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/340627648752825719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=340627648752825719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/340627648752825719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/340627648752825719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SSGQIh0eBZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Kfs1BjpVS30/s72-c/IMG_0662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6563151428248904569</id><published>2008-11-14T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:13:16.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Irelynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33Guug9WI/AAAAAAAAANc/u9LPQ-lf0e8/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33Guug9WI/AAAAAAAAANc/u9LPQ-lf0e8/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638834087753058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33H8B4EdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/V6XHFh1rfFE/s1600-h/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33H8B4EdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/V6XHFh1rfFE/s200/IMG_0651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638854838489554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33Hi9wavI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l7GuKj8KR6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33Hi9wavI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l7GuKj8KR6Q/s200/IMG_0650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638848110324466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33HXpY-0I/AAAAAAAAANs/i5nJmD3XECw/s1600-h/IMG_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33HXpY-0I/AAAAAAAAANs/i5nJmD3XECw/s200/IMG_0643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638845072112450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33G3eJXAI/AAAAAAAAANk/NrEsAjzeE7M/s1600-h/IMG_0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33G3eJXAI/AAAAAAAAANk/NrEsAjzeE7M/s200/IMG_0649.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268638836435016706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the Viertel genes were so strong. She is already in training to go work with her 2 aunts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-6563151428248904569?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6563151428248904569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6563151428248904569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6563151428248904569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6563151428248904569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-irelynn.html' title='Happy Birthday Irelynn'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SR33Guug9WI/AAAAAAAAANc/u9LPQ-lf0e8/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8489383033982773897</id><published>2008-11-13T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:16:31.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>So Kalaya went pee on the toilet tonight before her bath. When we got her out we left the diaper off and then she told us she had to go potty and went poo!!! I am so excited. It would be awesome to get her potty trained before this baby comes. The problem is I'm giving her chocolate everytime she goes potty so she'll be potty trained but 20lbs heavier...oh well like mother like daughter I guess. I measured 39 at my 34 week appointment so I am still on track to have a 4 month old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8489383033982773897?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8489383033982773897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8489383033982773897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8489383033982773897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8489383033982773897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/11/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-9144874230970178938</id><published>2008-11-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:13:31.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited I am all scheduled for Dec 18th at 7am. Kalaya's c-section was not until 8 at night so I had to wait all day not to mention it was day light savings so it was the longest day of year. So with it being in the morning it takes off a day on my count down. Yay for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-9144874230970178938?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/9144874230970178938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=9144874230970178938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/9144874230970178938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/9144874230970178938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-7986879747201263181</id><published>2008-11-06T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:04:09.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always knew I was one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000" href="http://%3Cdiv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="350" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: white; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0066b3"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-TOP: 2px" width="120"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px" height="100" alt="Logo" src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: #000"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: red"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or fewer&lt;/b&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-7986879747201263181?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/7986879747201263181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=7986879747201263181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7986879747201263181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7986879747201263181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-always-knew-i-was-one-of-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3150250132461547895</id><published>2008-10-29T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:09:02.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kalaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262712283356265890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SQjo8EyI_aI/AAAAAAAAANM/7-6LpFXzOvg/s200/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262712279618748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SQjo723C_2I/AAAAAAAAANE/UFavLwrBwoo/s200/Picture+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262712290714016594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SQjo8gMXW1I/AAAAAAAAANU/XX6lrbciimY/s200/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a lot of work but I can't imagine life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-3150250132461547895?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3150250132461547895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3150250132461547895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3150250132461547895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3150250132461547895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-kalaya.html' title='Happy Birthday Kalaya'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SQjo8EyI_aI/AAAAAAAAANM/7-6LpFXzOvg/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3122382507725640595</id><published>2008-10-22T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:06:12.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Poll</title><content type='html'>So I am taking a poll on how big this baby is going to be. It's never good news when the Doctor tells you he feels sorry for you because of how big your baby is and then proceeds to keep telling you how big this baby will be. I am 31 weeks and I am measuring 36 weeks. Lucky me! He is also laying across my stomach rather than up/down which explains my constant back pain and my why I am so miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-3122382507725640595?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3122382507725640595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3122382507725640595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3122382507725640595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3122382507725640595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-poll.html' title='Baby Poll'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-683437207158148187</id><published>2008-09-29T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:01:26.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irelynn vs Kalaya</title><content type='html'>Here are the girls about the same age Irelynn might be a year older but it's the same sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251597313287738962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr7qnpVlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E8Ouj1_CON4/s200/IMG_0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr7_2NqXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/I2L8728DzRo/s1600-h/IRELYNN+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251597318985984370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr7_2NqXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/I2L8728DzRo/s200/IRELYNN+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr723W59I/AAAAAAAAAKo/U44jZ125Iyo/s1600-h/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251597316574865362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr723W59I/AAAAAAAAAKo/U44jZ125Iyo/s200/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr8HVam6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/k-yNGJ29-2s/s1600-h/IRELYNN+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251597320995904418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr8HVam6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/k-yNGJ29-2s/s200/IRELYNN+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-683437207158148187?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/683437207158148187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=683437207158148187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/683437207158148187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/683437207158148187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/09/irelynn-vs-kalaya.html' title='Irelynn vs Kalaya'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOFr7qnpVlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E8Ouj1_CON4/s72-c/IMG_0514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4498629299381367902</id><published>2008-09-29T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:09:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irelynn and Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD82oLaVDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntbbPSOtHVo/s1600-h/IMG_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251475180942414898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD82oLaVDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntbbPSOtHVo/s200/IMG_0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD828y67nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lQ0kJ1Qy-2w/s1600-h/IMG_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251475186476838514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD828y67nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lQ0kJ1Qy-2w/s200/IMG_0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD83NkJNFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/750UvYDbnSA/s1600-h/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251475190978262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD83NkJNFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/750UvYDbnSA/s200/IMG_0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is typical Irelynn on the field either fixing her hair, staying as far from the ball as possible and standing around watching the other kids fight over the ball. I was hoping soccer would make her more agressive but I guess you can take a princess to a soccer game but you can't make her play. She has always been more excited for the uniform than the actual game anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4498629299381367902?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4498629299381367902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4498629299381367902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4498629299381367902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4498629299381367902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/09/irelynn-and-soccer.html' title='Irelynn and Soccer'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SOD82oLaVDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ntbbPSOtHVo/s72-c/IMG_0513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4717968402883189730</id><published>2008-08-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:42:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKwuwCuFtpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ocCnPHtkFwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236611869623826066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKwuwCuFtpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ocCnPHtkFwQ/s200/IMG_0494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school for horrible for me. First off we went to a meet your teacher thing on monday as soon as Irelynn walks into class this boy gets in her face and growls. Then she sees some girls coloring so she goes to sit with them and asks what they are coloring and the girl responds "why are you talking to me?" So I was already worried about her. Then I take her to school and she is really timid and doesn't want me to leave. I was doing ok. I didn't think I would cry because I was counting down the days until I had my free time but then her teacher gave me a little baggy with tea and a poem about how she's not my baby anymore she started school. I managed to only get teary eyed but not cry. When I went back to our van after dropping her off I realized I left the van door wide open so I set down the keys and buckled Kalaya and shut the door locking her inside the van with my keys...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKwuwsz66CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0lNiuE590Jg/s1600-h/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily my sister lives close and brought me a spare set. I got home and read the poem to Troy and cried my eyes out. I couldn't stop crying.  Then I fought with Kalaya all day to keep a diaper on. Next thing I know she comes walking into the living room with poo on her hands, nose, feet and butt and no diaper on. Then we pick up Irelynn from school and she says to me " I don't know why girls don't like me" apparently the girls were mean to her and wouldn't talk or play with her. So of course I told her it was because she was so pretty and they were jealous.  I've decided it's even worse living school through your kids than doing it yourself. I am not looking forward to the next 12-18 years we have of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4717968402883189730?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4717968402883189730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4717968402883189730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4717968402883189730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4717968402883189730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKwuwCuFtpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ocCnPHtkFwQ/s72-c/IMG_0494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5262105162307926394</id><published>2008-08-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:08:06.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whittle Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPVgTNq5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5M8MJCaMh4g/s1600-h/IMG_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235240322707860370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPVgTNq5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5M8MJCaMh4g/s200/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPWIjvXXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l46O7E6zDrI/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235240333514595698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPWIjvXXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/l46O7E6zDrI/s200/IMG_0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPWYFxLOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DiupSkKnCjo/s1600-h/IMG_0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235240337683852514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPWYFxLOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DiupSkKnCjo/s200/IMG_0473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPW0UHciI/AAAAAAAAAJA/swKHiq2Luig/s1600-h/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235240345260225058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPW0UHciI/AAAAAAAAAJA/swKHiq2Luig/s200/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPXIxlN6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jum7o3A_ao/s1600-h/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235240350752520098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPXIxlN6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jum7o3A_ao/s200/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5262105162307926394?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5262105162307926394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5262105162307926394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5262105162307926394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5262105162307926394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/08/whittle-family-reunion.html' title='Whittle Family Reunion'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SKdPVgTNq5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5M8MJCaMh4g/s72-c/IMG_0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4402525466640324488</id><published>2008-08-07T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:17:10.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye old friends...</title><content type='html'>I just finished the 4th book in the Twilight series. I tried to draw out the reading as long as I could (taking 4 days to read rather than 2) I find myself wondering about all the characters and wondering what they are doing and then I remember that they aren't real. Then I start to narrate my own life in my head as I go throughout the day which is kind of annoying but will last for the next 2 days and then my mind will be back to normal. I think I am going to try to write my own book not about me but I've had an idea for a couple years now....we'll see how that goes! I'm kinda lazy (thanks dad for passing on those genes) so it will probably go no where&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4402525466640324488?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4402525466640324488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4402525466640324488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4402525466640324488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4402525466640324488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-old-friends.html' title='Goodbye old friends...'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1071252652387475265</id><published>2008-07-30T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:08:58.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFSQQDC56I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y89Y4bwUX8M/s1600-h/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229051081492981666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFSQQDC56I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y89Y4bwUX8M/s200/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Irelynn eating "red gooey fish" She had been asking for sushi all week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPvRI7YeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S3WsAFpZGDU/s1600-h/IMG_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048315827151330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPvRI7YeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S3WsAFpZGDU/s200/IMG_0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaya burned her hand and had to go to Shriners Hospital this was the bear they gave her at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFQVreG1TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/edAk_brKjqE/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFQVreG1TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/edAk_brKjqE/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048975730332978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFQVreG1TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/edAk_brKjqE/s200/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My awesome husband and girls brought these flowers home from the store for me. He missed his calling in life he should've been a florist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPxSvEeZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Jo8TOocFGm4/s1600-h/IMG_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048350615304594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPxSvEeZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Jo8TOocFGm4/s200/IMG_0464.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Irelynn likes this picture because she says it looks like she is at her wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPvjPJmbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BEekQQrAk1A/s1600-h/IMG_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPw65S_kI/AAAAAAAAAII/4Nn5TTZD33w/s1600-h/IMG_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229048344215748162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFPw65S_kI/AAAAAAAAAII/4Nn5TTZD33w/s200/IMG_0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a different view of the flowers. He bought 4 different bouquets from safeway and arranged them himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/5758858805117425217-1071252652387475265?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1071252652387475265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1071252652387475265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1071252652387475265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1071252652387475265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SJFSQQDC56I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y89Y4bwUX8M/s72-c/IMG_0439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-7740690785758568025</id><published>2008-07-29T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:08:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little teenager</title><content type='html'>We have been having a problem with Irelynn and kissing boys. The good news is she tells us all about the boys she tried to kiss or about the "huge fights" she has with her friend Lia. It's like she is a teenager already. She came and laid on our bed in the middle of Troy and I on Sunday telling us about all the drama in her life. Troy just looked at me and started laughing. It was like having a flash forward 10 years to her really being a teenager and laying on the bed telling us her drama. Troy finally told her she wasn't allowed to kiss boys until she is 16. To which she responded but dad I just like kissing boys when I am 4 &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SI-aRKkrwDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PnPqBJOMbU4/s1600-h/IMG_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228567312087105586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SI-aRKkrwDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PnPqBJOMbU4/s200/IMG_0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-7740690785758568025?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/7740690785758568025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=7740690785758568025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7740690785758568025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7740690785758568025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-teenager.html' title='My little teenager'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SI-aRKkrwDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PnPqBJOMbU4/s72-c/IMG_0418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8160653052436739454</id><published>2008-07-12T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:30:34.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more kids for me</title><content type='html'>That's right no more kids for me. This is an exciting day for me. I just found out I can be done having kids because I am having a BOY! My family will be complete. Too bad for Tina she was hoping for a girl because I was going to sell it to her. I guess we'll be in debt a little longer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8160653052436739454?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8160653052436739454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8160653052436739454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8160653052436739454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8160653052436739454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-more-kids-for-me.html' title='No more kids for me'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-7526549285404787564</id><published>2008-07-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:44:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irelynn's Prayer</title><content type='html'>Last night Irelynn said a prayer before she went to bed. This is how it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heavenly Father please bless mommy that she will have a baby in her tummy&lt;br /&gt;please bless Kalaya that she won't be rude to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Bless that I will have a good birthday  and that mommy and daddy won't ruin it&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday isn't until November. I guess she is prepping us early&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-7526549285404787564?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/7526549285404787564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=7526549285404787564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7526549285404787564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7526549285404787564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/07/irelynns-prayer.html' title='Irelynn&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5617313035496888117</id><published>2008-07-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:18:15.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the temple</title><content type='html'>So Irelynn has been walking around singing "I love to see the temple" Here is how she hears and sings the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the temple&lt;br /&gt;I'm going there someday&lt;br /&gt;to feel the holy spirit&lt;br /&gt;to listen and OBEY&lt;br /&gt;For the temple is a holy place&lt;br /&gt;a place of love and beauty&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR SUPPER&lt;br /&gt;I am young&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY FAVORITE TO EAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5617313035496888117?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5617313035496888117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5617313035496888117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5617313035496888117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5617313035496888117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I love to see the temple'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3606651563987056415</id><published>2008-07-04T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:08:59.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_uMQwAFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ty5qN5MxBZA/s1600-h/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219249449711173714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_uMQwAFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ty5qN5MxBZA/s200/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only with Gabrielle would playing in the mud ever be fun for Irelynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_ukySPrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EEcw1uV8uQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219249456294280882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_ukySPrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EEcw1uV8uQQ/s200/IMG_0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we made them wash off on the golf course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_vZvF-5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FgUCTXVeWIw/s1600-h/IMG_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219249470507973522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_vZvF-5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/FgUCTXVeWIw/s200/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_4ihl31I/AAAAAAAAAHg/uAMwQuDXYB0/s1600-h/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219249627486084946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_4ihl31I/AAAAAAAAAHg/uAMwQuDXYB0/s200/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_5N1MvaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eMg5Io1OYp4/s1600-h/IMG_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219249639111048610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_5N1MvaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eMg5Io1OYp4/s200/IMG_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5758858805117425217-3606651563987056415?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3606651563987056415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3606651563987056415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3606651563987056415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3606651563987056415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-with-gabrielle-would-playing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SG5_uMQwAFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ty5qN5MxBZA/s72-c/IMG_0412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-863540513363451811</id><published>2008-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:17:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>Troy and the girls were watching a magic show on TV. The girls then decided to do their own magic tricks. Here is Kalaya's Sorry about the angle I can't figure out how to rotate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="309" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80d02e3ced4afd53" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80d02e3ced4afd53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D420BAC274A5D0B2A365367FBA220830C3FA8A218.2CBF72B48B2E587A0FC2B91E0A1A9BFE07B89342%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80d02e3ced4afd53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D99DULMfdcLniKWCgZFMH2UhpEE8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="309" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80d02e3ced4afd53%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D420BAC274A5D0B2A365367FBA220830C3FA8A218.2CBF72B48B2E587A0FC2B91E0A1A9BFE07B89342%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80d02e3ced4afd53%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D99DULMfdcLniKWCgZFMH2UhpEE8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-863540513363451811?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80d02e3ced4afd53&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/863540513363451811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=863540513363451811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/863540513363451811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/863540513363451811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/06/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6072624056614928808</id><published>2008-06-24T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:00.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Late</title><content type='html'>So I should've posted this for fathers day but I am a slacker. Troy is the best father. He has tea parties with Irelynn, takes her to the park for a picnic, plays King Daddy and Princess Irelynn, He never comes home too tired from work to play with his kids. They are always number 1 in his life. Here is a picture of Irelynn with her Kite the two of them made from sticks and paper. They are always doing crafts together. The kite was not successful but she had fun making it&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKUxqq2tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7rLUlNPiyCo/s1600-h/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215531564261890770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKUxqq2tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7rLUlNPiyCo/s200/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKVM70dkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HomWekq2Sgw/s1600-h/IMG_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215531571581580866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKVM70dkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/HomWekq2Sgw/s200/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKVrq_vKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LCT9Eo2iemk/s1600-h/IMG_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215531579832515746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKVrq_vKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LCT9Eo2iemk/s200/IMG_0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture Irelynn took. Troy just got home from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-6072624056614928808?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6072624056614928808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6072624056614928808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6072624056614928808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6072624056614928808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-late.html' title='Little Late'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGFKUxqq2tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7rLUlNPiyCo/s72-c/IMG_0362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5387078714361340475</id><published>2008-06-23T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:00.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Sleeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACExlJ1DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ty1ZsP7gKdc/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170649546937394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACExlJ1DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ty1ZsP7gKdc/s200/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACF89Xm3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/DL8_L-7hKgY/s1600-h/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170669781162866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACF89Xm3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/DL8_L-7hKgY/s200/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Irelynn is a crazy sleeper always has been. She's miserable to sleep with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACGCM7F5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z3Ngqzf1s1I/s1600-h/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170671188580242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACGCM7F5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z3Ngqzf1s1I/s200/IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalaya after I had finished getting her ready for Church. I came out of the shower to find her with lipstick in hand and all over her face&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/5758858805117425217-5387078714361340475?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5387078714361340475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5387078714361340475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5387078714361340475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5387078714361340475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-sleeper.html' title='Crazy Sleeper'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SGACExlJ1DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ty1ZsP7gKdc/s72-c/IMG_0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-656494916857245125</id><published>2008-06-16T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:01:23.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle @ the Poplawski's</title><content type='html'>So my Husband Troy went over to our friend Troy's house to help him chop down his 30 ft tree. The two of their brains working together equals not good news. They decide to have Troy Pop. climb the tree and hoist a chain saw up to him by a rope. So Troy pop os in the tree without a harness or anything tying him to the tree. He starts to cut  and the tree he is cutting lands on the chain saw and pushes the chain saw into his shoulder and back. He can hear the chain saw and feel the vibration of it on his shoulder. He manages to pull it off his shoulder while still clinging with his legs to the tree. He is sure he is in shock and is bleeding badly. When he gets to the bottom they find that his shirt is thrashed and cut up but his skin and his garments are untouched. Needless to say He was at church the next day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-656494916857245125?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/656494916857245125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=656494916857245125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/656494916857245125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/656494916857245125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/06/miracle-poplawskis.html' title='Miracle @ the Poplawski&apos;s'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5697741509594677121</id><published>2008-06-12T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:15:32.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>Wow I made it. I finally went to the Doctors today. I thought I was being so sneaky because I'm not really sure when my last period was but I decided to tell the Dr. my period was 3 days earlier than I thought so they would schedule my c-section before Christmas. I thought I was really due Dec 29th. So I am laying there in the office getting my ultrasound (the internal one..) and no baby...I started to freak out. I was wondering if I really wasn't pregnant after all. Then I started to worry that maybe the baby was dead. They made me go pee to empty my bladder and I didn't pee very much. I was sure they were going to tell me the baby was dead. Finally they found him (I am thinking positive thoughts because right now he is developing his sex organs!) It is nice to see that I really do have a baby with arms and legs and not just a bad case of stomach flu. And as a bonus according to his size I am due earlier than I thought now I am due Dec 25th.... poor baby. I don't even need to lie about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5697741509594677121?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5697741509594677121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5697741509594677121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5697741509594677121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5697741509594677121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5524329274981012105</id><published>2008-06-06T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:01.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby's growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was sitting behind a parent in Irelynn's Preschool graduation and I heard them say I'm going to cry through the whole thing. To which I thought...that's lame it's only preschool. So out comes Irelynn and what do I do? Cry through the whole thing. They announced the class of 2021 wow that's crazy. I can't believe how big she is getting and how much I love her. Here are some Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7KZQt2RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WMMGciyh_8U/s1600-h/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208900231284775186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7KZQt2RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WMMGciyh_8U/s200/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7JlVhlhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/upWbFL7GTJs/s1600-h/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208900217346299410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7JlVhlhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/upWbFL7GTJs/s200/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7Iw4SAlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9xD7AwZ4i10/s1600-h/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208900203265000018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7Iw4SAlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9xD7AwZ4i10/s200/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7K3ks95I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_PNFgJYrwYg/s1600-h/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208900239421667218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7K3ks95I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_PNFgJYrwYg/s200/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5524329274981012105?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5524329274981012105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5524329274981012105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5524329274981012105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5524329274981012105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-babys-growing-up.html' title='My baby&apos;s growing up'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SEm7KZQt2RI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WMMGciyh_8U/s72-c/IMG_0367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8281569382368024248</id><published>2008-05-22T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:26:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kalaya might look like me but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" target="_blank" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's official, Kalaya is Troy's child. I've heard stories from Troy's sisters about how at four years old he almost burned the house down TWICE! Well not to be out done by a 4 year old, our 19 month old tried to burn our house down. Good thing I am pregnant I have a super smeller. I smelt something burning. We looked around and found Kalaya with 3 blown out matches and a burn spot on the carpet. Who knew she was smart enough to strike the box and light not just 1 but THREE matches! &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"&gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"&gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"&gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTQ2OTI5MDMxMiZwdD*xMjExNDY5MzMxMjgxJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8281569382368024248?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8281569382368024248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8281569382368024248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8281569382368024248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8281569382368024248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/05/kalaya.html' title='kalaya might look like me but...'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5334412450927350683</id><published>2008-05-21T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:39:24.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spitting</title><content type='html'>Ok I don't want to be pregnant anymore. This is miserable and for some weird reason I can't stop spitting. It's so gross but I can't stop. I remember my sister carrying a spit cup around when she was pregnant with her boys but the thought of that makes me want to vomit. Maybe this is a boy....but if it is I don't want anymore. Troy is crazy if he thinks I'm doing this again. This is MISERABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5334412450927350683?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5334412450927350683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5334412450927350683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5334412450927350683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5334412450927350683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/05/spitting.html' title='Spitting'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5553797542838151955</id><published>2008-05-08T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:52:03.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>Troy and I started trying to have a baby in October I finally got pregnant and had a miscarriage. Then I learned I was going to Hawaii in April and who wants to take a post pregnancy body and a baby to hawaii? Not me. So I (Troy really wasn't on board because he wants a baby so bad) decided I didn't want to get pregnant yet and especially not in March because that would mean a December baby Yuck! So I did what I thought I could to prevent getting pregnant without letting on to Troy. Wouldn't you know it I am 7 weeks pregnant and so sick. I don't think there is any chance of losing this baby because of how sick I am. All the months of trying and hoping to be pregnant and the 1 month I try NOT to get pregnant I end up pregnant and Due DECEMBER 26th...shoot me now! And then when people find out they say congratulations which I find odd like "good job getting knocked up" well I'm not in the congratulations mood right now. Especially since there is a really bad flu bug going around. Since Sunday Kalaya has had Diarea and throwing up. Try cleaning that up while dry heaving. Good Times! Now Irelynn woke up with a fever so I am starting all over again. I want my mom home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5553797542838151955?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5553797542838151955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5553797542838151955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5553797542838151955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5553797542838151955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/05/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-489723399589328152</id><published>2008-05-02T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:56:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irelynn's meltdown</title><content type='html'>Today was a rough day I'm sick and tired and have a hard time getting off of the couch so the garbage can is quickly turning into the entire house which is stressing me out. Well I happened to notice that Irelynn had drawn all over my couch with a pen. She knows better which pisses me off even more but she did admit to it So I grounded her from TV and told her she was going to have to clean the house for a punishment. I think she thought I meant the whole house rather than pick up her toys,shoes, clothes and blankets which are practically the whole house. She had the biggest melt down. I could hear her crying and screaming in the computer room then she comes out and I tell her she needs to clean she looks at me as if she wants to hit me and says "you're stupid" so I put her on time out. She kept crying and telling someone that I give her a headache and when I come back to talk to her she tells me she was going to write me stupid letters I started to laugh so I walked away. I think she meant that she was going to write me a letter telling me I am stupid. So I told her she could get off time out and needed to start cleaning  and she was a different child she starting cleaning up everything. I asked her to clean the toy room and she was cheerful and said okay mamma and did the same thing when I told her to clean her room. After it was all clean I hugged her and told her I loved her and she said Mom I prayed to Heavenly Father that you would be my mom again. I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-489723399589328152?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/489723399589328152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=489723399589328152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/489723399589328152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/489723399589328152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/05/irelynns-meltdown.html' title='Irelynn&apos;s meltdown'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2278642292248004677</id><published>2008-04-26T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:02.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Andrea who asked for pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiOPAJwlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qJe5bxktWNs/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193602791973175890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiOPAJwlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qJe5bxktWNs/s200/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiOvAJwmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NMhjtGbvYCg/s1600-h/IMG_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193602800563110498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiOvAJwmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NMhjtGbvYCg/s200/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiPPAJwnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r4yutgZgfvI/s1600-h/IMG_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193602809153045106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiPPAJwnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r4yutgZgfvI/s200/IMG_0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kalaya can't go too long without getting a black eye. She was over due for this one. They were climbing on Irelynn's dresser and it fell over on Kalaya with the T.V. landing on her head. Troy scared me to death because he kept saying the TV crushed her head I had no idea what to expect when I finally composed myself to go see her. I expected to see that her head was flat like a pancake. Luckily it was just a black eye&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/5758858805117425217-2278642292248004677?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2278642292248004677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2278642292248004677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2278642292248004677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2278642292248004677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-andrea-who-asked-for-pictures.html' title='For Andrea who asked for pictures'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/SBNiOPAJwlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qJe5bxktWNs/s72-c/IMG_0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2377780352648542901</id><published>2008-04-19T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:51:04.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad I'm alone</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here in the computer room typing my appraisals and I find myself getting so bored that I start singing all the random information about each property. I'm not even singing it in a good tune. It's such an annoying tune that I'm annoying myself and wish I could stop singing and then before I can stop myself I start conducting my own song with my hands. I'm glad no body is here to witness this pathetic attempt at making my appraisals more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-2377780352648542901?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2377780352648542901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2377780352648542901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2377780352648542901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2377780352648542901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/04/glad-im-alone.html' title='Glad I&apos;m alone'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4395081442223598819</id><published>2008-03-23T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:59:34.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I took some time off from my blogging mostly because I had nothing new and exciting and the other part because I had a miscarriage so I should take that picture of Kalaya down but that is too much work for me to try to figure out how to take it off. The good news is my mom is taking all of her kids to Hawaii when she comes home next April so I have a year to get my beach body. The bad news is I am still eating chocolate and not motivated yet to get that beach body! WHen my mother in law came this weekend for Easter she sent me off to get a Facial while she watched the girls. The Estician (who was Asain) told me I need to eat more vegetables....I think she was trying to tell me something! Ok So I wrote this before I went for a walk at night. Last night my sister and I went for a walk and I don't know what happened but I rolled my ankle and ended up laying in the street. I was with my sister who is super paranoid of what people think so she was kept telling me get up a car is going to see you get up! Why do I have to be so retarded sometimes now I am sitting here in pain with an ankle the size of a golf ball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4395081442223598819?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4395081442223598819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4395081442223598819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4395081442223598819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4395081442223598819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-took-some-time-off-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1913497498868180605</id><published>2008-02-21T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:03.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have had a crazy week. I'm not going to write about it because it will take too long but to sum it up. Troy got arrested because of some low life jerk named Steve Hage (I have been calculating my revenge all week. I need to stop that it's not healthy plus I can't sleep) It all turned out ok but I'm still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too lazy to feed her myself. Not my smarest day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733Lk-_RaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qhNWv8N5No4/s1600-h/IMG_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169559725569688994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733Lk-_RaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qhNWv8N5No4/s200/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when Irelynn finds my camera I get random pics of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733LU-_RZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cfFVPbVMy60/s1600-h/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169559721274721682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733LU-_RZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cfFVPbVMy60/s200/IMG_0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no words for this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733ME-_RbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OfMr5q-JyxY/s1600-h/IMG_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169559734159623602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733ME-_RbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OfMr5q-JyxY/s200/IMG_0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733LU-_RZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cfFVPbVMy60/s1600-h/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-1913497498868180605?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1913497498868180605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1913497498868180605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1913497498868180605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1913497498868180605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-had-crazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R733Lk-_RaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qhNWv8N5No4/s72-c/IMG_0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-3538995282057596252</id><published>2008-02-11T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:39:48.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me now...</title><content type='html'>Between Troy's warrant for $6,000, city fines, the rain (which finally stopped so my husband can go to work) you would think Heavenly Father would say "Janis has had enough for the moment let's give her a break." oh no. I have reached my limit. I am as we speak sharpening my best knife to slit my wrists. I borrowed my sister's pressure cooker to try it out. As I was cooking Irelynn kept disobeying me so I sent her to time out. Right away she started crying that she needed to go potty. Thinking that she was just trying to manipulate me into getting off time out I told her I don't care pee your pants you are staying there. Next thing I know she did infact pee her pants. As I am dealing with the pee all over the bench, floor and inside Troy's work boots (I'm glad she peed inside the boot. It's a little comic relief from my terrible night!) I start to smell something burning. My dinner totally burned and now I have to scour my sister's pot like mad or buy her a new pot. Side note we researched it online to see what gets off burnt food and apparently soaking it over night in a little water and a dryer sheet is supposed to take it right off. I'll let you know. Irelynn then proceeds to tell me "mom you told me to pee my pants and that's bad. You should've told me to go to the bathroom because it's bad to pee your pants..." Why did she have to pick now to start to listen to what I tell her to do. I need to be taken to the back and put out of my misery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-3538995282057596252?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/3538995282057596252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=3538995282057596252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3538995282057596252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/3538995282057596252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/02/kill-me-now.html' title='Kill me now...'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5637655024648092309</id><published>2008-02-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:17:07.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out with the girls to celebrate my birthday. It was so fun to get together with everyone. We went to BJ's and then we went to see Fools Gold. So I don't know what I thought of the movie.  I spent most of the time twisting and turning in my seat trying to get comfortable. I think that was more due to the fact that the girl behind me kept kicking my chair. I left the theater wondering if I liked the movie or not. I'm still wondering whether I would recomend it to someone. In the show Best Week Ever they make fun of Mathew Mcconaughey's eye acting which kind of helped ruin the movie for me. I felt dumb as I sat there laughing about the over the top eyes and people would look at me like this isn't a funny part why are you laughing. Over all I think I was more bored than entertained by the movie. And of course no girls night would be complete without some crazy making me call the cops. You all know about the masterbater from the last girls night. Well as Jacille and I were driving home a girl runs in front of the truck screaming help me as some ghetto thug life guy was chasing her. We turned around and called the cops. Rocklin cops sent every officer they had. I think they were excited about some action. We stayed with the girl until the cops came. Apparently she had gone to a concert with this guy and he told her he could kill her and throw her in the bushes and no one would know where she was. She says he then unhooked her seatbelt and pushed her out of the car. Like a dummy he stayed pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the cops to arrive. So I don't know how true her story really was. She seemed like she was in a panic when she was trying to get us to pull over but her story kept changing so many times. So it was an eventful night and calling 911 on my cell phone worked. I got right through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5637655024648092309?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5637655024648092309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5637655024648092309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5637655024648092309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5637655024648092309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/02/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8706657102339782064</id><published>2008-02-04T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:16:16.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Hill</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm going to be 30! It's weird that I am leaving my 20's. It sounds so old but I still feel like I'm 24 and then I take a picture and see the wrinkles around my eyes and my sagging jowels and remember "no I really am 30"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8706657102339782064?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8706657102339782064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8706657102339782064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8706657102339782064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8706657102339782064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/02/over-hill.html' title='Over the Hill'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4443679614841858488</id><published>2008-01-29T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:08:43.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalaya's teeth</title><content type='html'>Kalaya is sick and it is so nice. I feel like a bad mom saying that but she is actually sitting still and cuddling with me. It's nice not to have a crazy on the go demon child. She will sit in my lap and she keeps kissing me and I don't get my face pinched off or bit afterwards (she retalliates if you kiss her by pinching or biting your face) although she is not too sick to scream her lungs out at Troy for trying to hold her or take her away from mommy. She wants nothing to do with him. Too bad now I can't do any housework because she won't let me put her down or pass her off. He's going to have to clean the house all by himself today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4443679614841858488?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4443679614841858488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4443679614841858488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4443679614841858488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4443679614841858488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/01/kalayas-teeth.html' title='Kalaya&apos;s teeth'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-856521802756016522</id><published>2008-01-21T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:03.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Prodigy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgV72Q8zI/AAAAAAAAADI/bxDkyd4He_w/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158134878181585714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgV72Q8zI/AAAAAAAAADI/bxDkyd4He_w/s200/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgWL2Q80I/AAAAAAAAADQ/QfCJah83Vq0/s1600-h/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158134882476553026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgWL2Q80I/AAAAAAAAADQ/QfCJah83Vq0/s200/IMG_0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgWr2Q81I/AAAAAAAAADY/tiNIjo_Kd-c/s1600-h/IMG_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158134891066487634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgWr2Q81I/AAAAAAAAADY/tiNIjo_Kd-c/s200/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most parents aspire to have their children grow up into great athletes or musicians. It would appear that my husband has other aspirations for our children. Irelynn has a new game she likes to play. She has Troy play "modeling" and he takes pictures of her while she poses. Normally he just pretends his hands are a camera and pretends to take pictures and she comes up with the poses.  I would say from the looks of these pictures Irelynn is an aspiring porn actress. Kalaya on the other hand...well apparently he is teaching her to be a convict by letting her get used to being in handcuffs. Kalaya kept ruining Irelynn's toys that she set up. So this was Troy's solution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6278300a439eeaca" 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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6278300a439eeaca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45EB401BDA94A220272486A020D8E91BC565F67D.4FBD4A6FC6AD1F5EE37542B8DA0A3C728E91C4EA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6278300a439eeaca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjWBW98_aqAU7C4czhmQUxh4PTn8&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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6278300a439eeaca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45EB401BDA94A220272486A020D8E91BC565F67D.4FBD4A6FC6AD1F5EE37542B8DA0A3C728E91C4EA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6278300a439eeaca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjWBW98_aqAU7C4czhmQUxh4PTn8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-856521802756016522?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6278300a439eeaca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/856521802756016522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=856521802756016522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/856521802756016522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/856521802756016522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/01/child-prodigy.html' title='Child Prodigy'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5VgV72Q8zI/AAAAAAAAADI/bxDkyd4He_w/s72-c/IMG_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5463988314322278390</id><published>2008-01-21T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972949324591906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5TNEb2Q8yI/AAAAAAAAADA/AmZUHgwhFek/s200/IMG_0285.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972945029624594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5TNEL2Q8xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XDfZxKRFNXk/s200/IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Reno was so fun. I'm so glad we went. We had the nicest hotel room with the most comfortable bed and big bathtub. I hardly even thought about the girls let alone missed them. It was such a nice break. I felt like a person again and not just "mom" I don't think the girls missed me too much either because I only talked to them friday night. We went out dancing saturday night. It has been so long since I have danced. I got through 2 songs and was winded and feeling like my lungs were going to burst. Obviously I need to go back to fat camp. I'm not a very good camper apparently. But this time I am sticking to it. Especially because of all 5 of my chins in the above picture. We stayed out so late that night and Zara and I almost got into a beat down with some mexican chick who was punching my Troy in the head but that story is too long for a blog... all in all It was a great time and I am so glad I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5463988314322278390?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5463988314322278390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5463988314322278390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5463988314322278390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5463988314322278390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-reno-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R5TNEb2Q8yI/AAAAAAAAADA/AmZUHgwhFek/s72-c/IMG_0285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1911762995511814093</id><published>2008-01-17T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:05:15.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile since I've written anything...my life has been boring. This weekend however we are finally getting a break away from the kids. We are going to Reno for a friend's birthday. I should be excited for the upcoming freedom but I'm not. In fact I am more sad thinking about not being with my girls all weekend. I don't know how people can just take off and leave their kids for a week. It's crazy that when there is no opportunity I dream about sleeping in, of not hearing the word "mom" for a day and not playing resturant to a picky 4 year old. Now that I have one I don't want to leave. I know it's only for 2 1/2 days and I know they will have more fun with Troy's sister than they would at home with me but I can't stop from missing them already and we haven't even left. Some how this freedom doesn't seem like freedom at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-1911762995511814093?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1911762995511814093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1911762995511814093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1911762995511814093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1911762995511814093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-4161800551048447814</id><published>2008-01-01T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:55:16.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason to Troy and I, we always give the impression that we are less active and just starting to come back to church in what ever ward we move into. It's bizzaar to me that even though we don't miss church unless we are out of town and I even make comments in class the ward members in our ward especially the bishopric have thought we were less active. We were asked about 2 weeks ago to give a talk and the counselor asking us was so tentative about even asking us to talk and then he practically tried to write our talks for us because I don't think he believed we could  do it. Luckily Troy and I prayed very hard over our talks that we gave this last sunday. We were able to have the spirit with us and I had several people tell me it was the best talk they had ever heard. A couple people told my sister that they were shocked. They had no idea I was so spiritual they told her they thought we were less active...in the end the bishopric told us what a great job we did and that they were sorry they waited so long  to ask us to speak. Maybe now I can get a teaching calling in the ward....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-4161800551048447814?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/4161800551048447814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=4161800551048447814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4161800551048447814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/4161800551048447814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6828272379485487541</id><published>2007-12-26T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:04.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Troy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwrb2Q8tI/AAAAAAAAACY/urW3c2EOBDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0029-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148441953038299858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwrb2Q8tI/AAAAAAAAACY/urW3c2EOBDQ/s200/IMG_0029-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwr72Q8uI/AAAAAAAAACg/z52xD-E4hy8/s1600-h/Troy%27s+family+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148441961628234466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwr72Q8uI/AAAAAAAAACg/z52xD-E4hy8/s200/Troy%27s+family+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwtb2Q8vI/AAAAAAAAACo/ulNTZ-WMK2Q/s1600-h/Troy%27s+family+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148441987398038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwtb2Q8vI/AAAAAAAAACo/ulNTZ-WMK2Q/s200/Troy%27s+family+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3LwuL2Q8wI/AAAAAAAAACw/ftt092MqgiI/s1600-h/Troy%27s+family+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148442000282940162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3LwuL2Q8wI/AAAAAAAAACw/ftt092MqgiI/s200/Troy%27s+family+327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was awesome. We had fun being with the family in the Bay Area Irelynn made out like a bandit. I saw an old friend I haven't seen in a long time. It was nice to have so much help with the girls. Nothing blog worthy happened during the week but I have the cutest pictures of young Troy for you all to appreciate thanks to his sister Shannon. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-6828272379485487541?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6828272379485487541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6828272379485487541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6828272379485487541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6828272379485487541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/12/young-troy.html' title='Young Troy'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R3Lwrb2Q8tI/AAAAAAAAACY/urW3c2EOBDQ/s72-c/IMG_0029-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5959692643120421933</id><published>2007-12-14T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:18:41.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Young</title><content type='html'>I've always thought I would die of cancer. I'm paranoid of getting it. I don't know how many different types of cancers I've already had in my mind. Each time Troy has to tell me go back to bed you don't have cancer. Well I am no long worried about dying of cancer since I am positive I will die of a heart attack. Between my husband and 2 girls who love to love to play tricks on me and worry me I'm sure my heart won't be able to last a lifetime with them. Troy loves to pretend he has been in a car accident or that Kalaya drowned or what ever he thinks would be entertaining at the time. Irelynn hasn't done anything to me YET, but she is showing signs. Troy called the other day to talk to me and she answered the phone. When he asked to talk to me she told him with a straight face "mommy isn't here she's shopping. I'm all by myself babysitting Kalaya." Kalaya as you know likes to pretend to drown. Well she has found a new game. I put her in her high chair and she started choking on some bread so I come rushing over worried that she is dying. She got it out of her throat by herself but realized that pretending to choke was a fun game to torment mom. She let's out a sound like she is choking (which sounds totally real. not like she is pretending) and she keeps her mouth opened wide looking at me with round eyes. It's weird that it is just born in them. She doesn't continue making sounds nor does she close her mouth. If she did either of those things I would know she was just joking but since she does it the way she does I feel like I have to look everytime. My poor heart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5959692643120421933?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5959692643120421933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5959692643120421933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5959692643120421933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5959692643120421933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/12/dying-young.html' title='Dying Young'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-9106149907397172630</id><published>2007-12-08T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:25:20.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bath time</title><content type='html'>Kalaya's new thing is to pretend like she is falling and drowning in the tub. I finally found my camera after her 20th time of doing it so she was less dramatic about it. She first started hyperventilating and then acts like she is crying when she comes up and then does it again. Then she found a cup in the tub and switched to drinking a sip from the cup and then falling backwards. I tell you this kid is CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90f9d30e8b4d209a" 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://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90f9d30e8b4d209a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30AA63C2B1BAD09F2876A09EFD0E76C767C81574.33FD570B8872F07A33F2A064B4901795E1E53234%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90f9d30e8b4d209a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD5J6RJoJA6C724cPeYh5CCZQmPg&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://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90f9d30e8b4d209a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331886544%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30AA63C2B1BAD09F2876A09EFD0E76C767C81574.33FD570B8872F07A33F2A064B4901795E1E53234%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90f9d30e8b4d209a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD5J6RJoJA6C724cPeYh5CCZQmPg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-9106149907397172630?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90f9d30e8b4d209a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/9106149907397172630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=9106149907397172630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/9106149907397172630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/9106149907397172630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/12/bath-time.html' title='bath time'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-1936383555182545863</id><published>2007-12-06T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:53:40.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Rain</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the computer room so bored. I probably should go to bed but I don't think I could sleep. Instead I sit here snooping on people's blogs I don't even know. Like Jeni's friend something wade who talked about the reason she likes to run marathons. I felt very inspired to get up and start running. I hate running. I wish I liked to run but obviously to all I don't. I was very inspired to begin for all of the 2 minutes it took me to look out the window and see the rain. Thank you rain, you just saved 2 chins and a tummy roll from disappearing into oblivion. Now back to snooping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-1936383555182545863?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/1936383555182545863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=1936383555182545863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1936383555182545863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/1936383555182545863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/12/running-in-rain.html' title='Running in the Rain'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8083296309497175307</id><published>2007-12-06T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:04.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R1grQbwyHvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ttzRlpvLfDk/s1600-h/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140906535973691122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R1grQbwyHvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ttzRlpvLfDk/s200/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and sat on Santa's lap last night. For 3 years in a row Irelynn has cried in every picture. This year she was a trying to be brave but she did not want to sit on Santa's lap without Kalaya. Kalaya kept waving at Santa while we were in line and he was sitting on his chair. I thought she was going to be tough and not cry but she freaked out as soon as she was on his lap. Irelynn has tears in her eyes that she tried so hard not to let come out. She did a good job and was very brave. Troy and I went to the temple with Nick Takis on Tuesday night to get his endowments. It was so beautiful there. We need to go back more often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8083296309497175307?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8083296309497175307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8083296309497175307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8083296309497175307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8083296309497175307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R1grQbwyHvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ttzRlpvLfDk/s72-c/IMG_0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6800638000559042078</id><published>2007-11-27T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:05.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bruiser"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD1pJ3vAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_ckvKmTTXcI/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137696601270631426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD1pJ3vAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_ckvKmTTXcI/s200/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD15J3vBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z4X2GURQRYA/s1600-h/IMG_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137696605565598738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD15J3vBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z4X2GURQRYA/s200/IMG_0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD2ZJ3vCI/AAAAAAAAACE/EUP_xeP6Fzg/s1600-h/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137696614155533346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD2ZJ3vCI/AAAAAAAAACE/EUP_xeP6Fzg/s200/IMG_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided to change Kalaya's name to Bruiser. She has no fear. I had to take Irelynn to the Dr yesterday and here's Kalaya with a black eye, bruised cheek &amp;amp; forehead in several spots and her teeth had just gone through her lip after jumping off of a step at Gina's house. I was so embarassed. I swear I don't beat her. I took her to the park today and she climbed up on the big kid section and then put herself down the big kid slide all by herself 4 times. If there were any openings in the big kid section no matter how high she jumped out not even worrying if I was there to catch her. She's crazy and it will be a miracle if she lives to see 2 at the rate she is going. These pictures don't do her beat up face justice. I am thinking of making her keep this helmet on all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-6800638000559042078?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6800638000559042078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6800638000559042078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6800638000559042078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6800638000559042078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/bruiser.html' title='&quot;Bruiser&quot;'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0zD1pJ3vAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_ckvKmTTXcI/s72-c/IMG_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-5150369227691731618</id><published>2007-11-25T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:05.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0mozZJ3u-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Cm6fiytBNHo/s1600-h/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136822450871843810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0mozZJ3u-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Cm6fiytBNHo/s200/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grams (Troy's mom) taught Irelynn the miracle of prayer this weekend. When ever Grams sees Irelynn she usually has something for her even if it is from the dollar store. So when we arrived at Gram's house for Thanksgiving Irelynn asked her if she had something for her to take home. Grams gave her a bean bag toy which she played with for a minute but clearly was looking for something else so she asked Grams "do you have something else for me &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0mo0JJ3u_I/AAAAAAAAABs/ScozlSZd4eA/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136822463756745714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0mo0JJ3u_I/AAAAAAAAABs/ScozlSZd4eA/s200/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to take home?" which Grams told her no. So Irelynn pulled Grams into the bedroom and knelt down and said "Grams I want you to pray with me that there will be 2 things for me to take home!" Amazingly Grams did have a 2nd thing for Irelynn. As Cherise puts it Irelynn manipulated Grams with Jesus! Thanksgiving was awesome. It was fun to get together with the family. I will not be posting any pictures of me at Thanksgiving because I have added a 3rd chin from all the good food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-5150369227691731618?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/5150369227691731618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=5150369227691731618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5150369227691731618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/5150369227691731618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/miracle-of-prayer.html' title='The Miracle of Prayer'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0mozZJ3u-I/AAAAAAAAABk/Cm6fiytBNHo/s72-c/IMG_0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-267831735995836836</id><published>2007-11-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:18:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up on the Bachelor</title><content type='html'>Last night was great too. Brad looked so uncomfortable sitting on that couch trying to explain why he didn't fall in love with either of the girls. Unfortunately for Brad I think he was speaking chinese as far as everyone goes. No one (me included) understood the words coming out of his mouth. It didn't make sense why he just said goodbye rather than saying let's see where this goes. He was like I have to say goodbye to you, I don't even want to see where this goes. So I looked online to see what the deal was and apparently Brad got a phone call from an exgirlfriend while he was taping the show and found out she was pregnant and they are back together now. My other favorite tv show is the biggest loser. I tape it each week in the hopes that watching people lose weight would motivate me to lose weight. I didn't get motivated last night but I did enjoy some chocolate while I watched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-267831735995836836?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/267831735995836836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=267831735995836836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/267831735995836836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/267831735995836836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/follow-up-on-bachelor.html' title='Follow up on the Bachelor'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-7623163290759442781</id><published>2007-11-20T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:41:03.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>Anyone who did not watch the bachelor last night and still is planning on it don't read this. Last night was the greatest night in Bachelor history! When Jenny came out of the car first I was a little thrown off because she was my winning horse. Then he started talking to her and I kept waiting for the producers to cut into Deanna coming out of her car and showing the two conversations side by side leaving me in suspense... which one is he going to pick? But they didn't do that at all. Brad told Jenny he had to say goodbye to her and I was in shock and then I was pissed. I couldn't believe that he was going to pick Deanna. She was a witch in the house. And then he started talking to Deanna. He told her how much he cared about her and how he just said goodbye to Jenny and this huge smile spreds across Deanna's face because now she knows she is getting the ring (which he went and picked up that day and is sitting on the table right there) and then Brad starts to get nervous. He is trying to undo his shirt &amp;amp; tie and then in the middle of their conversation he starts pacing around the garden before coming back to finish what he wanted to tell her. I am thinking wow he must really be nervous about proposing right now I'll bet he tells her he is not ready to propose tonight but that they will see where their relationship goes...but I was completely wrong. He told her he had to say goodbye to her too! It was a great night for the bachelor. I can't wait until tonight when they bring the 3 of them back and Brad has to explain to their face what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-7623163290759442781?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/7623163290759442781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=7623163290759442781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7623163290759442781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/7623163290759442781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-2520910539804026259</id><published>2007-11-18T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:05.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0Cl7pJ3u9I/AAAAAAAAABc/BpgnTfemoTY/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134286019280485330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0Cl7pJ3u9I/AAAAAAAAABc/BpgnTfemoTY/s200/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Troy and I went on a date ALONE! We rarely go out by ourselves without kids or without other couples. We picked up togos sandwiches and went to the movies. It's too bad our date night was ruined by the horrible movie we watched. BEOWOLF. Troy didn't think it was horrible(probably because he got to see a naked Angelina Joile) I would've slit my wrists if I could've found anything sharp around. On a scale of 1-10 I give it a 3. 1-3 being never watch it 4-6 rent it and 7-10 see it in the theaters. It was ok enough to maybe wait and rent it at home however if I did that I'd probably start doing something else in the middle of the movie and never go back to finish it. I would say save your money &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-2520910539804026259?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/2520910539804026259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=2520910539804026259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2520910539804026259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/2520910539804026259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-night-troy-and-i-went-on-date.html' title=''/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/R0Cl7pJ3u9I/AAAAAAAAABc/BpgnTfemoTY/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8068028165032331138</id><published>2007-11-17T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:06.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZXZJ3u6I/AAAAAAAAABE/8TGjpEndSIg/s1600-h/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133990727393983394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZXZJ3u6I/AAAAAAAAABE/8TGjpEndSIg/s200/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZX5J3u7I/AAAAAAAAABM/CKI38xCvJIE/s1600-h/IMG_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133990735983918002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZX5J3u7I/AAAAAAAAABM/CKI38xCvJIE/s200/IMG_0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZZJJ3u8I/AAAAAAAAABU/UWWaXXIRXhs/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133990757458754498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZZJJ3u8I/AAAAAAAAABU/UWWaXXIRXhs/s200/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we celebrated Irelynn's birthday with her friends. I took them to the Beauty College dressed up like princess' and they got their hair and nails done. Irelynn was in heaven. She had a permanent grin the whole time she was in the chair. I think Denise (Troy's sister) is right she was meant to be Denise's child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course no trip out of the house would be complete without Kalaya throwing a tantrum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758858805117425217-8068028165032331138?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8068028165032331138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8068028165032331138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8068028165032331138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8068028165032331138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/princess-party.html' title='Princess Party'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz-ZXZJ3u6I/AAAAAAAAABE/8TGjpEndSIg/s72-c/IMG_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-8032182488361137393</id><published>2007-11-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:06.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irelynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3n5JJ3u4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iNUp3f2MsYw/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133514119168113538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3n5JJ3u4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iNUp3f2MsYw/s320/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3nFZJ3u3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ddXPwWaJr6I/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3k25J3u0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OEIPeYQh1AU/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irelynn is my fashion girl which proves that babies come how they come. I grew up playing smear the queer and tackle football. I wouldn't know fashion if it bit me in the butt. She tells me "mom your hair looks ugly like that", "Taylor can you go put something else on? That's really ugly" or "Mom, Fashion girls don't throw things away." when I asked her to take something to the garbage. She has a quick wit and a fast tongue to match. Troy came home from work all dirty and discusting. Irelynn was going through a I want to be a baby too phase and had one of Kalaya's diapers on. Troy told her I am not talking to you until you take off that diaper and just as fast she said "Good! I'm not talking to you until you go change your clothes and take a shower" After father's day she told me "mom, for happy big girls days I want daddy to buy me a blue diamond necklace, blue diamond braclet and a blue diamond ring." I didn't know diamonds had different colors until a couple years ago. She was only 3, imagine how expensive she is going to be as a teenager!&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/5758858805117425217-8032182488361137393?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/8032182488361137393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=8032182488361137393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8032182488361137393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/8032182488361137393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/irelynn.html' title='Irelynn'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3n5JJ3u4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iNUp3f2MsYw/s72-c/IMG_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758858805117425217.post-6759610809312952539</id><published>2007-11-16T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:09:06.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3oUJJ3u5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3xMSZGImZek/s1600-h/Picture+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133514583024581522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3oUJJ3u5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3xMSZGImZek/s320/Picture+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3iDpJ3uzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zRg4dTHnBKs/s1600-h/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalaya is my challenge in life. She has given me a whole new respect for my mom. She is strong willed and stubborn. She is a happy baby for the most part until you piss her off. Once she is mad watch out! Hide any body part of yours within reach because she'll either bite it, pinch it or pull it. She'll even resort to biting her own hand or the coffee table out of frustration. If that doesn't work she flings her self backwards and falls on the ground hitting her head. I try to discipline her. I flick her cheek if she bites, smack her hand if she hits, pinches or pulls which only makes her more angry and more determined. She'll stare me down and do whatever it was she was punished for with a look in her eyes like "what are you going to do about it lady?" Secretly I am impressed with the strength of her will and at the same time embarassed because I now have "that" kid that no parent wants around their children. What do you do?&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/5758858805117425217-6759610809312952539?l=janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/feeds/6759610809312952539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5758858805117425217&amp;postID=6759610809312952539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6759610809312952539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758858805117425217/posts/default/6759610809312952539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janis-troyviertel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kalaya.html' title='Kalaya'/><author><name>janis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6B0CgV2nPw/Rz3oUJJ3u5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3xMSZGImZek/s72-c/Picture+263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
