<?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-2119203574823097667</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:59:43.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Another Saturday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4002160286705694106</id><published>2012-02-12T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:59:26.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last night we celebrated Valentines Day. We wanted to make up for last years date, which involved having to leave Olive Garden before we even got our food due to the fact I almost threw up. And did I mention we didn't even do anything for each other? (well, Sam got me a cute "be mine" heart. I let him clean up my puke.) Needless to say, we didn't have to do much to make up for last year. And I don't know if it's just because going out just us mean so much more now seeing as we hardly do it, but last night was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Moochies, drove around to all our old haunts, went to Graywhale, saw The Vow at the Gateway (excellent movie), and ended the night walking around Temple Square. Sam got me a Golden Snitch necklace, I got him a drill, and we gave Abby some chewy keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isSmSA600P8/TziIPWH0Y3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/U1YK3f7s1OY/s1600/2012-02-12+Recently.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isSmSA600P8/TziIPWH0Y3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/U1YK3f7s1OY/s640/2012-02-12+Recently.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can expect a mooshy my-husband-is-the-best-and-I'm-so-in-love-with-him-Valentines post in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-4002160286705694106?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4002160286705694106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/v-day-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4002160286705694106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4002160286705694106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/v-day-date.html' title='V-day Date'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isSmSA600P8/TziIPWH0Y3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/U1YK3f7s1OY/s72-c/2012-02-12+Recently.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4836012692912068583</id><published>2012-02-10T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:09:47.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, one night I was on my way home from work at 2am when an AMAZING song I never heard before came on the radio. It came on again a few nights after that. I have only heard it on the radio at that time of morning. (doesn't mean that is only when it is, but I've been listening to a lot of radio lately and I've never heard it at other times.) The problem with hearing it at 2am, is I get home and go to bed and by the time I wake up in the morning, I can't remember how the song goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I heard it on a Superbowl commercial. And ever since then, I can hardly stop listening to it. The band is called Fun. I don't know too much else about them except that I'm addicted. So as a kick off to this weekend, enjoy this awesome song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Sv6dMFF_yts/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sv6dMFF_yts&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sv6dMFF_yts&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And PS, doesn't he have awesome hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2119203574823097667-4836012692912068583?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4836012692912068583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-young.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4836012692912068583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4836012692912068583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-are-young.html' title='We Are Young'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7156862399728341321</id><published>2012-02-07T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:38:00.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding from life for a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I took a sick day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I'm not terribly sick. I have a pounding headache and I get dizzy when i first stand, and I'm quite tired. I probably could have gone, but I may or may not have lost my marbles a bit. I'm tired of being so busy. Two jobs is really taking its toll on me. My house isn't organized or as clean as I'd like it, (in fact at this moment, it's a&amp;nbsp;disaster) Abby has been really sad lately, (the doctor says it teething. I say she misses me. It is probably a little of both?) and I feel like I'm a walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsfc7BSFMIo/TzGLIPOuf-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/a5al5WKGyVo/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsfc7BSFMIo/TzGLIPOuf-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/a5al5WKGyVo/s1600/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUCGC2cbRvo/TzGLH-u6RSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_LeWTh-a9EI/s1600/download+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUCGC2cbRvo/TzGLH-u6RSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_LeWTh-a9EI/s1600/download+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today I'm going to do some light house work/organizing, (I am home sick after all..so it needs to be light) but mostly I'm going to cuddle with my baby girl and maybe catch some zzzz's. Because I don't do either of them nearly as much as I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7156862399728341321?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7156862399728341321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiding-from-life-for-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7156862399728341321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7156862399728341321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiding-from-life-for-day.html' title='Hiding from life for a day.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsfc7BSFMIo/TzGLIPOuf-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/a5al5WKGyVo/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6861346644484336839</id><published>2012-02-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:20:04.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats + Swagger Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaQgkYyIpxA/TyxqsqbCJeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ScMu3fzMWeg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaQgkYyIpxA/TyxqsqbCJeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ScMu3fzMWeg/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby and her flatish head.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Today Abby had her 6 month check up. Everything is excellent with her. She weighs 15.6 lbs, (34%) she is 27 in, (84%) and has a good sized head...a good sized flat head apparently. It's not terribly flat and the doctor says it will round out the more she sits, so no helmets coming our way, but I didn't even know it was flat. It looks just fine to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby also got 4 shots today, so she isn't very happy. In fact, she is snoring away as I type. Should I be&amp;nbsp;cleaning&amp;nbsp;the house while she sleeps? Yes I should. Because when she wakes up, I'm sure she'll want snuggles. But really, blogging is so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, baby girl has been waking up at night. She'll either wake up as soon as we put her in bed or she'll wake up between 2 and 5. I usually feed her and put her back to sleep. Well guess what? My doctor said to leave her crying!! I knew this would be coming, and I knew that is what I should have probably been doing all along, but it's just so hard for me. My mind starts to wonder: is my child going to cry herself to death? I also worry that she's hungry/uncomfortable/that she'll scratch her eyes out. (one time I let her cry for 20 min before I caved and got her and her nose had all sorts of scratches. Silly girl) But her doctor said to not feed her and let her cry it out or it will start her in a bad&amp;nbsp;habit&amp;nbsp;and always need to eat that time of night. Don't want that! So now we get to play the lay-in-bed-not-getting-any-sleep-ourselves-game as Abby cries herself back to sleep. Oh the joys of parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a pretty bad diaper rash right now. What with the shots, runny nose, diaper rash, and flatish head, no wonder why she is so cranky at night. That and Dr. Fox says she is probably teething. But she is a very healthy baby other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, check out this super cool family. Someday, Sam and I will be just as cool in our Swagger Wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/ql-N3F1FhW4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql-N3F1FhW4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql-N3F1FhW4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sure can't wait till I'm a mini-van family. I'll cruise to their play dates lookin' all slick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6861346644484336839?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6861346644484336839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/stats-swagger-wagon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6861346644484336839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6861346644484336839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/02/stats-swagger-wagon.html' title='Stats + Swagger Wagon'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaQgkYyIpxA/TyxqsqbCJeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ScMu3fzMWeg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8165745993279314491</id><published>2012-01-30T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:05:02.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like food, food is good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So lately, being inspired by some blogs and of course Pinterest, I've been trying to make new things. I came to the realization after Abby was born, I suck at cooking. Before I was pregnant, we ate out a lot and when I did cook it was always the same. When I was pregnant, I avoided cooking like the plague due to the fact I ruined everything or got sick on everything, so when it came time to stop using the pregnancy card I realized that I really didn't cook a variety of foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I suck at cooking. But with a little practice and easy&amp;nbsp;recipes, I have become pretty good if I do say so myself. (but I guess you would have to ask Sam)&amp;nbsp;I've tried many new&amp;nbsp;recipes, but one of my favorites so far would have to be the Honey Lime Enchiladas, found in my new ward cook book. I'm really picky with what I cook. I usually don't like what I make, but these? These were different. I loved them. They are on my top 5 favorite things I've ever made. And they are SUPER easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 lbs of pork or chicken, cooked &amp;amp; shredded. I used pork and cooked it in the crock pot just in water for 10 hours. I didn't know what else to use besides water and it turned out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. honey&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1Tbsp. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1 can (28oz) green enchilada sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 c. cheddar cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;2 c. mozzarella cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;10 (8in) flour tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You combine the honey, lime juice, chili powder, and garlic powder to make a sauce, and poor it over the shredded pork or chicken. Let it soak in the spray for 30 min. (I didn't think the sauce would cover all of it but it did. I would stir it midway through because the juice goes to the bottom of the bowl and those pieces of pork were a little more flavored than the rest of it.) Then you take a 9x13 baking pan and lightly spray it with non-stick baking spray. Pour some of the green enchilada sauce into the pan, just enough to coat the entire bottom. Fill tortillas with shredded meat and some of each cheese. Roll and place seam down in baking dish. Pour the remainder of the enchilada sauce over the enchiladas and sprinkle remaining cheese on top. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 30 min. Then you broil it for 1-2 minutes until cheese on top is slightly brown and crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYZDV-lGPIU/TydKsL-wByI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WnRiWiOJpPc/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYZDV-lGPIU/TydKsL-wByI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WnRiWiOJpPc/s400/026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will&amp;nbsp;definitively&amp;nbsp;make this&amp;nbsp;recipe&amp;nbsp;again. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2119203574823097667-8165745993279314491?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8165745993279314491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-like-food-food-is-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8165745993279314491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8165745993279314491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-like-food-food-is-good.html' title='I like food, food is good.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYZDV-lGPIU/TydKsL-wByI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WnRiWiOJpPc/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6432935117203217827</id><published>2012-01-24T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:35:23.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Abby Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Holy Canolei! My little baby girl is already half a year! This is a huge marker to me. This past 6 months of motherhood has flown. I swear I just brought her home, and now she learns something new every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby loves to grab at things, especially faces. Particularly when she is falling asleep or eating. When I lay down with her to take naps, her little hand just grabs my face as she falls asleep. I love it. Even when Her nails dig into my face. It makes me smile. Also, she loves to sit on the counter in her bumbo while I cook/clean the kitchen. As she sits there, she is constantly grabbing anything and everything within her reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby can roll over...even if she doesn't do it much. In fact, I've only witnessed it a handful of times. When I put her in tummy time, she is fine for a little bit but then when she gets tired of it she will just cry and give up my&amp;nbsp;burring&amp;nbsp;her face into the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YS9xXn_Rt0/Tx9972vTu5I/AAAAAAAAAys/TX6O7BlKl6U/s1600/2012-01-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YS9xXn_Rt0/Tx9972vTu5I/AAAAAAAAAys/TX6O7BlKl6U/s640/2012-01-24.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attempting to roll over, then giving up.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Abby can now sit up very well. I however, will line her spot with pillows seeing as now we have hard wood floor and when she falls down, it really doesn't feel good I'm sure. (I think its the crying that gives it away) But she loves to sit up and play with all her toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves her bouncy toy. Best buy I've ever done. A gal in my sisters ward was selling it and I bought it for $15 bucks. She used to not be so sure about it, but now that she can touch the ground and jump around, she loves it and will sit in it for so long; I can actually get stuff done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egtfBqpKmBM/Tx-AC-EQOPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VfqqhgT7jK8/s1600/2012-01-241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-egtfBqpKmBM/Tx-AC-EQOPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VfqqhgT7jK8/s640/2012-01-241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is also constantly talking and cooing. She talked me right to sleep today and eventually fell asleep herself. She is also laughing easier. She used to be a good smiler, but was hard to make her giggle. Now she is always giggling at us. She is finally realizing what a dork her parents are. She hates wearing shoes, but loves to chew on them, (threw her first taker-her-out-in-the-hall-type fit Sunday when I tried to take away said shoe). She doesn't mind baths, unless they are in the big bath tub without sitting in her little one. She will&amp;nbsp;whimper&amp;nbsp;the whole time I give her one. And&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;for her mommy and daddy, Abby still likes to party in the middle of the night. Like last night. Mostly though she sleeps really well, so I can't complain. And speaking of sleeping, it looks like she takes after my side of the family, much to Sam's dismay. That's right, she also sleeps better with a fan. Yesterday after I woke up from our nap, I didn't turn off the fan and she slept for another hour and a half. When I did go in to turn it off, she was awake within two minutes. Looks like we'll have to purchase a fan for her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also gives hugs and kisses-I swear. The best feeling in the world is when I'll pick her up from my sisters and she is so happy to see me. I'll pick her up and she wraps her arms around my neck and puts her mouth on my face. Perhaps she is just trying to taste me, but I swear they are kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzJtusd3eGY/Tx-D2549jPI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qqF1k1mW7-8/s1600/2012-01-242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzJtusd3eGY/Tx-D2549jPI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qqF1k1mW7-8/s640/2012-01-242.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just some snapshots of her on Saturday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Abby likes most the new foods I've been trying, minus green beans. She's tried carrots, peas, sweet potatoes, squash, and on her half birthday she first tried bananas, and now she has also tried Applesauce. She also has her daddy's morning eating habbits. It's really hard to eat her in the morning, unless it's nursing. But she will ALWAYS gag on her cereal, no matter how thin, and is constantly getting distracted. She&amp;nbsp;definitively&amp;nbsp;eats better at about 11 and later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Abby experienced her first real snow storm and I think that she loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9Xj-3ogX8k/Tx-Ek1WYjPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/g88--84W1n8/s1600/2012-01-243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9Xj-3ogX8k/Tx-Ek1WYjPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/g88--84W1n8/s640/2012-01-243.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh little Abby, You make me the happiest mommy on the planet. I'm so glad you're mine forever! But please, stop growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6432935117203217827?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6432935117203217827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-month-abby-mae.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6432935117203217827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6432935117203217827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-month-abby-mae.html' title='6 Month Abby Mae'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YS9xXn_Rt0/Tx9972vTu5I/AAAAAAAAAys/TX6O7BlKl6U/s72-c/2012-01-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5772108006542412626</id><published>2012-01-20T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:34:03.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Must Go: Walmart Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My favorite&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.x96.com/radiofromhell.php"&gt;morning radio show&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has a segment every Wednesday called "Things That Must Go." Today, although it has been quite a nice day, has had a few annoying things happen, particularly at Walmart. Really who is surprised though, it's Walmart right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list of Things That Must Go: Walmart Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bumpy entrance walking into Walmart. Abby typically falls asleep on the drive over, and I prefer to keep her that way while I'm shopping. The bumping on the way in shakes her up and wakes her up. Every. Single. Time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When leaving an isle, you have to stop and look both ways or else you'll get run into by other carts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The narrow isles make it so its hard to pass people. Perhaps Walmart needs traffic lights?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cute $5 jeggins I found in the baby department were 12 months and up. Sure, she will eventually fit into them, but I'd prefer her in them now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I pick the wrong checkout line 9 times out of 10. Either the cashier is super slow, the customer has tons of coupons, or they are both idiots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cart returns. Really? Can't you have more? No wonder people leave their carts everywhere, because there are no cart returns near your car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The produce bags. Again, like with the cart returns, they don't have enough. Today I wanted peppers, but there weren't any bags by the peppers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact it makes me grumpy to go there, but I'll never stop because it's so affordable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;And other little tidbits that must go today, that aren't related to Walmart, but just happen to bug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our missing Netflix DVD that we've had for a month and haven't watched. I swear I put it on the TV stand and it isn't there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new flat iron, that is broken. I love the thing. Never before has my hair been so straight in such a short amount of time. And now it won't heat up. Thank goodness for a&amp;nbsp;warranty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that pay day isn't till next week. And we are poor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Related to the flat iron, my frizzy hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it. My long-winded list of Things That Must Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-5772108006542412626?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5772108006542412626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-must-go-walmart-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5772108006542412626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5772108006542412626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-that-must-go-walmart-edition.html' title='Things That Must Go: Walmart Edition'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6022890934751343609</id><published>2012-01-17T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:21:17.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m5PF6Cj9KQ/TxYP24m0lEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PjmlkjMi1ZQ/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m5PF6Cj9KQ/TxYP24m0lEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PjmlkjMi1ZQ/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday night was the night of nights. My friends from SUU came over to our house for a GNI. Well a GNI plus Sam and Landon of course; the thorns amongst the roses. I haven't seen most these girls for probably about 2 years, maybe more. Which is a shame seeing as everyone, except Mel, live close by. It was so much fun seeing everyone, seeing how they have all changed: careers, different hair styles, new phones (of which I am particularly jealous) babies. We've all come a long way since our days at Stadium way. Apts 28 and 29 were the best. It just seemed like yesterday when we all gathered in one of our apartments and made Sunday dinner together before heading off to a fireside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made some homemade pizza and everyone brought a little something to share. We just spent all night passing around the babies, talking, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3quRYgpDk4/TxYS_stvunI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VdiyVeVw7Vk/s1600/Recently+Updated6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3quRYgpDk4/TxYS_stvunI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VdiyVeVw7Vk/s640/Recently+Updated6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abby particularly enjoyed flirting with Landon. Despite having a shy mama, that girl knows how to use her womanly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds5MFi04PAQ/TxYUENGJdhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8KICsR-AzqQ/s1600/Recently+Updated7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds5MFi04PAQ/TxYUENGJdhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8KICsR-AzqQ/s400/Recently+Updated7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxwrmxC1ZwY/TxYVswUzO4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/OXk4ms6LJCE/s1600/Recently+Updated8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VxwrmxC1ZwY/TxYVswUzO4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/OXk4ms6LJCE/s400/Recently+Updated8.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Landon isn't used to such flirting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQRjVQE-8Ag/TxYW3AvOkgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9yfQsvlp8ko/s1600/Recently+Updated9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQRjVQE-8Ag/TxYW3AvOkgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9yfQsvlp8ko/s640/Recently+Updated9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can Abby help herself? I mean, do you see how handsome Landon is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because it's fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIkJvk0iD4Q/TxYazJw6r7I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/f4jThEsHknI/s1600/17372_235721265291_599490291_3484320_2384217_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIkJvk0iD4Q/TxYazJw6r7I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/f4jThEsHknI/s320/17372_235721265291_599490291_3484320_2384217_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no doubt and there's no maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lFBotWYwFU/TxYbRL1lASI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pBqq0nS_1Fo/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lFBotWYwFU/TxYbRL1lASI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pBqq0nS_1Fo/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two of us finally had our babies!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6022890934751343609?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6022890934751343609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-what-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6022890934751343609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6022890934751343609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh What a Night'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m5PF6Cj9KQ/TxYP24m0lEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PjmlkjMi1ZQ/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-926133184561637986</id><published>2012-01-10T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:48:25.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess it's nap time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6036a5e08c9560b" 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://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06036a5e08c9560b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331290718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7094AD98492AA5BBFEB41DC582C359B8A5E9B626.FAFBA580D65BCA79A21B2607CECE6016E8E647F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6036a5e08c9560b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJokZW2_92O544lRJKgAwMUifshs&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://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06036a5e08c9560b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331290718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7094AD98492AA5BBFEB41DC582C359B8A5E9B626.FAFBA580D65BCA79A21B2607CECE6016E8E647F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6036a5e08c9560b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJokZW2_92O544lRJKgAwMUifshs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-926133184561637986?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/926133184561637986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/guess-its-nap-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/926133184561637986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/926133184561637986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/guess-its-nap-time.html' title='Guess it&apos;s nap time!'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4870756103926673146</id><published>2012-01-06T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:46:44.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to happiness dos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last Sunday, a member of the bishopric gave a talk about happiness. In it he told a story about a young man. The young man kept saying when things would happen, then he would be happy. Things like "the MTC is hard. When I'm out in the field, then I'll be happy." "Here I am in the field. When I'm a trainer, I'll be happy" and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that too often I do this to myself. When I lose some weight, then I'll be happy. When we have more money, then I'll be happy. When I can be a stay at home mom, then I'll be happy. But the truth is, unless I'm happy right now, whose to say I'll be happy then? Now I'm not saying I'm an unhappy person, but I do tend to want things I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I wrote &lt;a href="http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/heres-to-happiness.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; segment about happiness? Well I figured it was time to do another one. So here you have it: Ten things that make me terribly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KaYbvcIjS4/Twp2IXfbXYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bWUbwO0DTPs/s1600/BFFS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KaYbvcIjS4/Twp2IXfbXYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bWUbwO0DTPs/s320/BFFS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess, Jess, Mel, Tif, and Erika&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWfzBeoalhI/Twp5q04DCVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ruWJAY-zXUs/s1600/Recently+Updated5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWfzBeoalhI/Twp5q04DCVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ruWJAY-zXUs/s400/Recently+Updated5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Lord Of The Rings marathon. Nothing (except Harry Potter) brings out the nerd in me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that being a nerd now-days is actually pretty cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our beautiful wood floors we have in our house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot showers taken when Sam is home so I don't have to worry about Abby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to see all my best friends from college a week from today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new elastic-waisted fat jeans that are actually skinny jeans. Yes. Elastic waist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new hot boots husband picked out. And my new hot slipper boots &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing my good old reliable green ninja turtle sweats up as high as they'll go. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sams smoken hot beard. (that sadly he has to shave tonight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy baby Abby eyes as she plays with her toy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLi8vpJdNSU/Twp6IAGZenI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9fMD1b3pFX0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLi8vpJdNSU/Twp6IAGZenI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9fMD1b3pFX0/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2119203574823097667-4870756103926673146?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4870756103926673146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-to-happiness-dos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4870756103926673146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4870756103926673146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-to-happiness-dos.html' title='Here&apos;s to happiness dos.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6KaYbvcIjS4/Twp2IXfbXYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bWUbwO0DTPs/s72-c/BFFS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8531136889535814916</id><published>2012-01-02T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:46:22.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ixZnoHHZWw/TwJVVcSM5nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zq2bWFJQvRo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ixZnoHHZWw/TwJVVcSM5nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zq2bWFJQvRo/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture taken well before midnight.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, what I thought was going to be a lame New Years Eve, ended up being a really fun night. We ended up going to dinner at Chili's with some friends, and hung out with them for a while. When it was Abby's bed time we came home, got her to bed, and continued with our Lord of The Rings marathon. Sounds pretty lame right? It wasn't.&amp;nbsp; We both downed a liter of Mexican Coke and enjoyed each others company. At midnight we had our New Years kiss, some sparkling cider, and continued on with our marathon, both falling asleep shortly after. Simple and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of great years in the past. 2001 I met Sam. 2004 I graduated high school and Sam and I realized we were more in love then ever. 2007-2008 I was in my prime coolness and not to mention my prime shape as I was away at college for some of the best times of my life. Also in 2008 Sam came home from his mission, and we were engaged. 2009 we got married. But I think 2011 has just about topped them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 we really became grown-ups by first buying our house. Having a house is truly a blessing. And slightly frustrating to be honest. I can't keep it spotless like I would like, and we still haven't fully unpacked, (someday) but turning my grandparents home into ours has been a lot of fun. And I'm pretty sure my grandparents visit us from time to time to see how we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc0qvm5RCCY/TwJYt5bc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Zj7rWgp6amw/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc0qvm5RCCY/TwJYt5bc6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Zj7rWgp6amw/s200/082.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RPmRs8SIB8/TwJYF7MZleI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Lljy-z2IhLo/s1600/P1050423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RPmRs8SIB8/TwJYF7MZleI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Lljy-z2IhLo/s200/P1050423.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But obviously the biggest life changer: the day we became parents. I can't hardly remember my life pre Abbigale Mae. It's like I didn't really have one. Every month since she was born has brought more and more joy into our lives. Sure it's been a challenge, but mostly just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other small happenings in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnPTbY-CjmQ/TwJbXOvr6YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xU4EgVOuDnU/s1600/P1050395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnPTbY-CjmQ/TwJbXOvr6YI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xU4EgVOuDnU/s320/P1050395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandma died in January, making me a grandparent orphan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam turned the big 25. And his horrible wife didn't even get him something cool, but did get herself a swimsuit on his birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May we celebrated our second anniversary at The Anniversary Inn in Logan. A little pricey, but we knew it would be our last anniversary without a child so it was totally worth it. (it was also our last get-away with just the two of us.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I threw up every week in 2011 till Abby's birth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Besides Abby born in July, I turned 25 and had two baby showers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quit my long time job at Zions Bank and got a new job as a Teachers Aid in the day and I clean the temple some nights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We made up for our horrible costumes of Barbie and Ken last Halloween, and did Popeye and Olive Oil this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes. 2011, you were so good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2012, I hope to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight/become healthier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read/understand scriptures more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue with household projects/organize all our junk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to cook better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get back to attending the temple at least once a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow down and enjoy the little things of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lets get this started 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2119203574823097667-8531136889535814916?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8531136889535814916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8531136889535814916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8531136889535814916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ixZnoHHZWw/TwJVVcSM5nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zq2bWFJQvRo/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6506226246023222540</id><published>2011-12-31T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:17:51.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blur of a Holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This year, I felt like Christmas snuck up on me and then in a blurry whirlwind, it was over. Before I knew it, it was Christmas night and the typical Christmas night blues sunk it. I always feel so let down Christmas night. The whole month is full of celebration and excitement and just like that, it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was no exception, except that I was so extremely busy that I felt like I barley even got into the Christmas spirit. Between working two jobs, being a mommy, cooking, cleaning, fixing up the house, and my calling, I didn't do a lot of the usual Christmassy stuff. I was included in the group of frantic people trying to fit in Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve. I even fought the horrible crowds of Walmart. (Seriously, 45 min to get two pictures printed out? Death.) I will NEVER go to Walmart Christmas Eve again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst all the craziness of the season though, Christmas Eve night and Christmas Day were wonderful. I was so excited to have Abby to celebrate with. And even though she has yet to know who Santa is, it was still just a magical feeling through my house. I made sure everything was perfect for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qOjx5DRxM/Tv7AMZO4KJI/AAAAAAAAADk/h6BGPZV0ggw/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qOjx5DRxM/Tv7AMZO4KJI/AAAAAAAAADk/h6BGPZV0ggw/s320/024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas Eve was spent eating, watching Christmas movies, wrapping gifts, and making Abby a pillowcase. My Granny was from South Africa and they had a tradition that Santa would leave his gifts in a pillowcase and the rest of the presents would go under the tree. So I made Abby this pillowcase so Santa would know where to put his gifts. I'm pretty dang proud of it too. If you know me at all, you know I am basically horrible at anything crafty. We also kept the tradition of Christmas Eve to open our PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was a fun blur. We started out going to church. It was such a good program and really brought the spirit of the Holiday. After church we opened up our gifts (Sam spoiled me rotten) and then we were able to talk to Sam's little brother for a while. After that, we went to my moms and had the our traditional ham Christmas dinner, which I was especially looking forward to this year seeing as last year, as with most things, I got sick off it. That night we played games with my family. (I'm not a big game person, but Headbandz is super fun and has my approval)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_opGUj2Y54I/Tv7DHOncC4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/uGFluaOIZek/s1600/Recently+Updated4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_opGUj2Y54I/Tv7DHOncC4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/uGFluaOIZek/s640/Recently+Updated4.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Abby really enjoyed her first Christmas. She got to dress up in a pretty red dress and play with her cousin's and open gifts. She likes her toys too...but I think that plastic sacks are her preference. (Don't worry, I took it away from her after I snapped this picture. And she was pretty upset with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpnyGsxW-Ng/Tv7DUy9e2JI/AAAAAAAAADw/pf-uaB44ZNc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpnyGsxW-Ng/Tv7DUy9e2JI/AAAAAAAAADw/pf-uaB44ZNc/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6506226246023222540?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6506226246023222540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/blur-of-holiday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6506226246023222540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6506226246023222540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/blur-of-holiday.html' title='The Blur of a Holiday.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6qOjx5DRxM/Tv7AMZO4KJI/AAAAAAAAADk/h6BGPZV0ggw/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4448384749832297472</id><published>2011-12-24T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:52:12.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Abby,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Happy 5 months baby girl! You're getting to be so much fun! Since you were born, I was most excited for this stage. And even though you were basically sick your whole 4th month with croup then a cold, you're still a very happy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 months, you jabber a lot. You're also starting to giggle and those two sounds are the cutest sounds in the world! Daddy and I can't get enough of them. You are also interacting with us so much. You follow us around as we walk, and you get so excited to see us when we get you from your crib! You still love getting your diaper changed. In fact, that is what has makes you giggle the most, when your feet hit your face. (well that and mommy dancing to Baby) You are starting to love your toys more and you can sit up by yourself for a few seconds. You also love eating your rice cereal and still get upset in tummy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af365cfff0dad16c" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf365cfff0dad16c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331290718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6158262FDB59386A93E4C2ED44E7BD211862D378.1340793129AE95023901695C80306468D65C10BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf365cfff0dad16c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8VBtAD7thQymjJMGXJEKr7dJuY4&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf365cfff0dad16c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331290718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6158262FDB59386A93E4C2ED44E7BD211862D378.1340793129AE95023901695C80306468D65C10BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf365cfff0dad16c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8VBtAD7thQymjJMGXJEKr7dJuY4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a cute daughter Abbigale.Can't wait to spend Christmas with you this weekend! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-4448384749832297472?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4448384749832297472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-abby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4448384749832297472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4448384749832297472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-abby.html' title='Dear Abby,'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-544647341769425147</id><published>2011-12-24T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:53:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JtMqpprp5s/TvXtkjPyaJI/AAAAAAAAADY/YOmi2cc4WeU/s1600/dog+sled+finished.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JtMqpprp5s/TvXtkjPyaJI/AAAAAAAAADY/YOmi2cc4WeU/s640/dog+sled+finished.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Card made by Erik Bingham.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so excited for Christmas this year! Looking forward to watching movies and eating food with Sam and Abby tonight, and spending the day tomorrow with family! And especially excited this year for Abby's first Christmas. Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-544647341769425147?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/544647341769425147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/544647341769425147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/544647341769425147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JtMqpprp5s/TvXtkjPyaJI/AAAAAAAAADY/YOmi2cc4WeU/s72-c/dog+sled+finished.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-3515562693775246471</id><published>2011-12-20T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:57:59.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Fifth Date of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhBE5zj_br0/TvEfY0LP6DI/AAAAAAAAACw/H61KMH4dWXE/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhBE5zj_br0/TvEfY0LP6DI/AAAAAAAAACw/H61KMH4dWXE/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad took Abby for the whole entire night this past Saturday and me and Sam were able to go out, just the two of us, and attended the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert. It's so much harder now days to go out just us two, (as most parents know) so when we are able to, it makes it that much more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We started the night off by going to Moochies. Best. Sandwich. Place. Ever. Well...maybe not &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, but pretty darn close. We split the famous Philly Cheese Steak sandwich. It's one of those things you finish and feel sad when it's gone, it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good. After Moochies, we headed towards the Conference Center, stopping by our second favorite Smiths on 4th south(the Avenues one being our favorite) to get some groceries for dinner the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elTsLIRv1_8/TvEgQf7DugI/AAAAAAAAAC4/70hUrJbrh6g/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elTsLIRv1_8/TvEgQf7DugI/AAAAAAAAAC4/70hUrJbrh6g/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside of Moochies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We found really good parking spot right by our old apartment and walked over to the Conference Center. The concert was amazing as usual. (except the duck dance move...that just had to go) Nathan Gunn is now at the top of my favorite guest singers, and Jane Seymore was&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLQAw6QoMG8/TvEe5BAt8yI/AAAAAAAAACY/y2CZn_ED3vQ/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLQAw6QoMG8/TvEe5BAt8yI/AAAAAAAAACY/y2CZn_ED3vQ/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwW1f04hivY/TvEfL-GJ4eI/AAAAAAAAACg/ARZBMOHQuyk/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwW1f04hivY/TvEfL-GJ4eI/AAAAAAAAACg/ARZBMOHQuyk/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, to avoid sitting in traffic, we stopped by our 'secret' 711 in the Avenues to get slurpees. Somehow I managed to spill slurpee all over my new cream coat.&amp;nbsp;Despite&amp;nbsp;wiping it off when I find it, I am &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;finding slurpee. I'm even a mess when I don't have a snotty 5 month old with me. (literally snotty, not bratty. Poor baby girl has a cold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun night, and I'm pretty sure Abby had a fun time with papa. He sure does love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Or9vXACuHNs/TvEmh4H5DLI/AAAAAAAAADA/MCPaLqijznI/s1600/papa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Or9vXACuHNs/TvEmh4H5DLI/AAAAAAAAADA/MCPaLqijznI/s400/papa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more dates....5 more days till Christmas. Hm....looks like it will have to go into the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2119203574823097667-3515562693775246471?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/3515562693775246471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-fifth-day-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3515562693775246471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3515562693775246471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-fifth-day-of-christmas.html' title='On The Fifth Date of Christmas'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uhBE5zj_br0/TvEfY0LP6DI/AAAAAAAAACw/H61KMH4dWXE/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-3452300978418321480</id><published>2011-12-15T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:14:12.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Fourth Date of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUYZnuVPGk/TuqMJpqlQLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KOFnBv14Tl8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUYZnuVPGk/TuqMJpqlQLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KOFnBv14Tl8/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very blurry pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On our Fourth Date of Christmas we just took a break from life. Things got a little stressful with the busy season, Sam finishing the semester up, and other life stresses, so Tuesday night after he got home from class we put Abby to bed and got some take out and watched Christmas Vacation cuddling close by our tree. It was a nice little spur-of-the-moment date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMFnh41FNgI/TuqMS6R_5bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VmABxVSvWss/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMFnh41FNgI/TuqMS6R_5bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VmABxVSvWss/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-3452300978418321480?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/3452300978418321480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-fourth-date-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3452300978418321480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3452300978418321480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-fourth-date-of-christmas.html' title='On The Fourth Date of Christmas'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUYZnuVPGk/TuqMJpqlQLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KOFnBv14Tl8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1479754752218444361</id><published>2011-12-11T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:20:38.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Abby joined us on our second and third dates of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_eWpUDFPpM/TuWXCaqAk_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/AUfwl19d7Hg/s1600/Recently+Updated2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_eWpUDFPpM/TuWXCaqAk_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/AUfwl19d7Hg/s320/Recently+Updated2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On our Second Date of Christmas, we attended our ward party. It was weird though because the last time I ate in that gym (and if i remember right, had the same meal of ham and funeral potatoes) was for my grandmas funeral almost a year ago. The tables were even set up the same. It was really weird. Once I got over that though, we enjoyed the food and the company. Abby was asleep for the first part of it, but as soon as she woke up, she was hamming it up for all of my grandmas old friends. They all adore her and I know my grandma would have loved showing her off if she were still here today. And because Abby has my nose, which was my grandmas nose, Brother Coon from my ward calls Abby Betty instead. It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIWzI9h6CY/TuWZyQz-r5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/52bJqtifNEo/s1600/Recently+Updated3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Third Date of Christmas took place tonight. After a delicious dinner of sweet and sour chicken and fried rice (which I'll blog about later) we bundled up and headed to Temple Square to see the lights: a perfect Sunday evening date. Abby again was asleep for the first part of it and woke up very grumpy, but soon enjoyed looking at the lights. Sam and I love being downtown and miss living there so much. We showed Abby all the hot-spots (well some of them anyway) including our last apartment. (she was a big part in that apartment after all.) It was such a fun night, even if I was a little over-paranoid about Abby being too cold and feeling like a terrible mom when I saw other babies in warm fuzzy body suits and Abby just had layers of clothes and lots of blankets. She did have the fuzzy warm hat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIWzI9h6CY/TuWZyQz-r5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/52bJqtifNEo/s1600/Recently+Updated3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RIWzI9h6CY/TuWZyQz-r5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/52bJqtifNEo/s640/Recently+Updated3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam and I were talking about being newlyweds today. We both kind of miss it. I miss it mostly because we could be disgustingly cute and nobody can say boo, because that is what newlyweds do. And our first year of marriage was totally awesome. But really, I think our third year has topped it. It's harder to just get out and go somewhere seeing as a &lt;strike&gt;paranoid&lt;/strike&gt; prepared mommy has to pack everything under the sun, just in case, but Abby was the best decision we ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-1479754752218444361?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1479754752218444361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-and-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1479754752218444361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1479754752218444361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-and-three.html' title='Two and Three'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_eWpUDFPpM/TuWXCaqAk_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/AUfwl19d7Hg/s72-c/Recently+Updated2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8350418985673416552</id><published>2011-12-09T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:40:39.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't he a cute daddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so in love with these two.&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/2119203574823097667-8350418985673416552?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8350418985673416552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-why-i-love-him.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8350418985673416552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8350418985673416552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-why-i-love-him.html' title='This is why I love him.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7036860872713984166</id><published>2011-12-08T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:35:09.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Glorious Food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TD3lEOi4LUw/TuFQ0-9KkbI/AAAAAAAAABk/p1hv6JBG8G4/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TD3lEOi4LUw/TuFQ0-9KkbI/AAAAAAAAABk/p1hv6JBG8G4/s200/030.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks to this cute face, I still have &lt;strike&gt;a bunch &lt;/strike&gt;some baby weight to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I had an interesting conversation with some Kindergartners last week. It went something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergartner 1: Where were you yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was home with my sick baby.&lt;br /&gt;Kindergartner 1: Do you have another baby?&lt;br /&gt;Me:...no&lt;br /&gt;Kindergartner 1: Well your belly is big.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;Kindergartner 2: No, he's serious.&lt;br /&gt;Me:....&lt;br /&gt;Now this should be motivation enough to get my butt into gear right? And the fact is, I'm pretty faithful at working out. (except this week, but really working during the day and then again till 2am takes its toll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I basically have the working out down, but my real problem is food. At the elementary school where I work, we are doing a 12 days of Christmas. Everyday for 12 days, we have treats in the teachers lounge. And every morning for the past 2 mornings, I get really excited to get to work to see what the treat is that day. Oink, I know. And I usually grab some at 10 am to make sure I get some. Double oink, I know. This quote on Pinterest fits me to a T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugRK8iqbBdY/TuF7rG3Z_QI/AAAAAAAAABs/zwi9l-QD9Bg/s1600/Fatfood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugRK8iqbBdY/TuF7rG3Z_QI/AAAAAAAAABs/zwi9l-QD9Bg/s320/Fatfood.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just love food! I love sweet, salty, gummy, sour. I get excited to eat a meal, and after I eat that meal, I get excited for the next. When we go out for food, I can't wait to oink that delicious meal. When me and Sam split a treat, I get jealous if his is bigger and sometimes when I have an extra delicious treat, I have to remember to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I guess I'll just have to keep battling the food vs. fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I love food so much, I will do it happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2119203574823097667-7036860872713984166?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7036860872713984166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth-will-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7036860872713984166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7036860872713984166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth-will-out.html' title='Food, Glorious Food.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TD3lEOi4LUw/TuFQ0-9KkbI/AAAAAAAAABk/p1hv6JBG8G4/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-925912213262852092</id><published>2011-12-01T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:21:06.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Dates of Christmas and 4-month Stats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On the First Date of Christmas my true love went with me to Wingers! I found a really cute idea on &lt;a href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; about doing The 12 Dates of Christmas. I thought this was a really great idea, so Sam and I are going to give it a try. Granted, we are SWAMPED this Christmas season, but they aren't going to be large dates and we won't always have a sitter for them. Family dates are always fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlVpZlzMWX8/TtunXWvogZI/AAAAAAAAABE/JxrhJHtMPs8/s1600/date%2Bnight.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682319374542209426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlVpZlzMWX8/TtunXWvogZI/AAAAAAAAABE/JxrhJHtMPs8/s320/date%2Bnight.jpg" style="float: left; height: 166px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 221px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So like I said, on our first Date of Christmas Sam and I went to Wingers. Abby was going to join us, but she's been really sick with the croup so we dropped her off with my mom. (my mom wants any excuse to sit and cuddle Abby for a few hours) We haven't had too many nights with just us since Abby has been born, so it was nice to go an enjoy each other for an hour or so. After we were going to go get us a tree, but I had to get home and get ready for work. It was still nice to get away for a while. And as nice as it was being just Sam and I, it was also nice getting Abbsters back home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Abby, she had her 4 month check up Friday. She didn't get her shots. (her doctor didn't want her to be double miserable. Thanks Dr. Fox! She was sad enough already!) but here are her stats: She weighs 13 lbs which is in the 27th percentile. At her two month, she weighed 11.9lbs which was in the 68th percentile. So she has gone down, but he isn't concerned because she is still average. She &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-bAMxC9OvY/TtupPpdR1AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GZ4lmGPJbhk/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682321441149801474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-bAMxC9OvY/TtupPpdR1AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GZ4lmGPJbhk/s320/027.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is 25.25 in long, which is 77th percentile. (last time she was 23 in long which was 64th percentile) So Abby is tall and skinny. Although with the chub around her legs, I really can't see the 'skinny' part of her! I get to go back in next week when she is feeling better and get her shots. She thought she dodged a bullet. Wrong baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides her croup, Abby is as healthy as can be and developing wonderfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-925912213262852092?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/925912213262852092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/twelve-dates-of-christmas-and-4-month.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/925912213262852092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/925912213262852092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/12/twelve-dates-of-christmas-and-4-month.html' title='Twelve Dates of Christmas and 4-month Stats.'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlVpZlzMWX8/TtunXWvogZI/AAAAAAAAABE/JxrhJHtMPs8/s72-c/date%2Bnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1546426176310600894</id><published>2011-11-29T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:01:39.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I figured out how to FINALLY change my email address on this thing, thanks to my hubbyspend who recommended I googled it. What a smarty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed counting each others chins tonight. He had me beat. I only have 3 chins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure do love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1546426176310600894?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1546426176310600894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonight-i-figured-out-how-to-finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1546426176310600894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1546426176310600894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonight-i-figured-out-how-to-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577252388679604432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3KLvupmtPE/TtXFfiie03I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/p04DMEcx5K4/s220/IMG_4046-51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5540761329561013279</id><published>2011-11-24T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:25:28.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZCPQKVvzKg/Ts8yEMY9GLI/AAAAAAAAAxU/50de792flOQ/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZCPQKVvzKg/Ts8yEMY9GLI/AAAAAAAAAxU/50de792flOQ/s640/020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I am so thankful for Sam. He is such a hard worker and supports our little family so much. I am thankful for my healthy beautiful daughter. She makes life so full of meaning now days. I am very thankful for our home. It's not just another apartment, it is our home and I love it. I am thankful our and stable jobs. I'm thankful for my babysitters that take such good care of Abby. I am thankful for the Gospel and the fact that my family is forever. And I am thankful for both my family's; my side and Sam's side. Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Vegas bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5540761329561013279?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5540761329561013279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5540761329561013279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5540761329561013279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZCPQKVvzKg/Ts8yEMY9GLI/AAAAAAAAAxU/50de792flOQ/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4586560711765201659</id><published>2011-11-21T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:03:25.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvPEjPjGAwM/TsnrTKkFt9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MNj6SEeehAY/s1600/Recently+Updated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvPEjPjGAwM/TsnrTKkFt9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MNj6SEeehAY/s640/Recently+Updated.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;You are now a 4 month old! Where did the time go? Time is just flying so quickly. You had your first bowl of cereal last night, and you were not a big fan of it. Perhaps it was because it was 10:00 at night and you were super tired/hungry, but boy it was hard feeding you. Harder than I thought it would be. And messier too...especially since you kicked the bowl right out of my hand! Tonight, I think I'll keep you in your diaper and feed you earlier in the evening, because let me assure you girlfriend, this eating solids thing is awesome! (shame you have to eat disgusting food for a while before you get to the really yummy stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLhbzNaRbw8/Tsns7FUgVfI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OhG0bStFHVo/s1600/Recently+Updated1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLhbzNaRbw8/Tsns7FUgVfI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OhG0bStFHVo/s640/Recently+Updated1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting such a personality! You smile so easily and coo so much. My favorite thing in the world is when you wake up in the morning and instead of crying, you just sit there talking. I could lay in bed forever listening to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 months you are giggling. (even though it's just been once or twice, it will get more. Because you have a funny mama) The first time you did a real giggle was when mama was dancing to 'Baby' by Justin Bieber. You also LOVE you Bumbo, especially sitting on the counter while mommy cooks. I think the two biggest changes this month is one, you love your feet. You are always grabbing at them and playing with them and much to my dismay, pulling your socks off. The second biggest change is you're becoming aware of yourself in the mirror. Sure, you probably don't realize it's you, but you can't help but give a big huge grin to the other baby in the mirror. You also love to stand. I can barley burp you without you wanting to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I sure do think your cute. Love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4586560711765201659?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4586560711765201659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/4-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4586560711765201659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4586560711765201659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvPEjPjGAwM/TsnrTKkFt9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MNj6SEeehAY/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1780829328723663906</id><published>2011-11-20T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:02:02.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car-seats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today, I am grateful for car-seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to my moms house for dinner tonight, and like most Sunday's since my nephew has learned how to crawl, my parents put the coffee table by the stairs to Brae can't fall down them. Well, they don't think about adults falling over them, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp; Sam was walking up the stairs with Abby in her car seat, when he tripped over the coffee table and Abby went &lt;i&gt;flying&lt;/i&gt; out of his hands and rolled over twice in her seat!! The whole room paused briefly and held their breath as it happened. She started to cry, but we quickly checked her over and she was completely fine, perhaps just a bit scared. Or maybe she just wanted to get out of her blasted seat. Either way, she was ok. Sam banged up his knee pretty good, but he is ok too. I am just so glad she was still strapped in safe and sound, and hope we never have to test that seat for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1780829328723663906?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1780829328723663906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/car-seats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1780829328723663906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1780829328723663906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/car-seats.html' title='Car-seats'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7519510508884371626</id><published>2011-11-16T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:27:07.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tail Of A Woof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmW6y9MetVQ/S0LMnxBsp5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9Q0RDT-ggbM/s1600/SANY2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmW6y9MetVQ/S0LMnxBsp5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9Q0RDT-ggbM/s400/SANY2087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I met what I now consider my best friend. Both outcasts because of our differences, we became fast friends as we sat together on the Hogwarts Express, nervous for our first day at Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, though we, like everyone else of course, were of the magical type, we also had other powers. Mel was a woof and didn't yet have down hiding her hair and tail, and I couldn't hide my horn and paws. What an unlikely pair of friends we were. But through the mocks and torments of most our classmates, we managed to finish Hogwarts that first time, unscathed and and the top of our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up attending Hogwarts 15 more times. I mean, we never aged after 18. (we just look more sophisticated now) and finished top of our class every time. (it did get easier each round) after we felt like we had enough, we attended college in a muggle town and pretended to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this story comes now. The part where we followed each other into our happily ever afters. Down at school, we realized we both had boyfriends on missions. Though our peers (even though we are quite a bit older than them by a few hundred years) mocked us and said we would never wait and that it was stupid to have missionaries out, we both proved them wrong. I married Sam May 16, 2009 (on Mel's half birthday) and she married Justin on January 2, 2010 (on my half birthday. Coincidence? I think not.) Then I had a baby, and she had a baby, almost exactly 2 months apart. And even though we live too far away from each other, Mel is, and always will be, my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7519510508884371626?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7519510508884371626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/tail-of-woof.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7519510508884371626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7519510508884371626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/tail-of-woof.html' title='Tail Of A Woof'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmW6y9MetVQ/S0LMnxBsp5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9Q0RDT-ggbM/s72-c/SANY2087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2187319005538855436</id><published>2011-11-10T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:49:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Little Things About Me. Just 'Cause.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, I know many of you that read this blog know me. I also know (and hope a little) that some of you don't know me at all. :) Either way, it's the little things that maybe even those that know me don't know about, so without further adieu, here is my list of 10 little things about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qichxg7fePE/TrxqmVo2yuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/grGwBHsY3nQ/s1600/Yoda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qichxg7fePE/TrxqmVo2yuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/grGwBHsY3nQ/s200/Yoda.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do a killer Yoda impression. Also, I frequently call him "Yoga."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be chased. Like running-through-a-forest-being-chased-by-something-scary chased. Just for fun. Not for reals. Like...maybe I can be put in a part in a movie where I can do that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a wild imagination. Someday, I really hope I can write a book. So long as it's not about a boy named Edward Potter who is a wizard that got bit by a vampire and has to find the Mortal Instruments to save his girlfriend from curse that makes her stay a tiger, meanwhile having to hide out in a cave away from body snatching aliens that have invaded earth, but the cave isn't a great place to live seeing as the President of the cave, Tom R. Snow, makes everyone play a game and fight to the death until there is one tribute left. Or maybe that would work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of imagination, I may or may not have played barbies late into my life. But I won't say when I stopped playing them. Or if I even have. Lets just say, I am excited for Abby to start to play with barbies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am constantly singing the silliest songs to Abby and Sam. I also tend to write awesome poems. Unless I'm put on the spot, then I fail miserably. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to clean toilets. I just love making a dirty gross toilet sparkly clean!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to match my underwear with my shirts, and I was a teeny bit bummed when I no longer could do that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I collected trolls as a kid. I named each of them, fed them, and taught them school. See, there is my imagination running wild again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I hear a song, I just want to make up a dance to it. But then little Miss Negativity creeps in my head and tells me I can't do it. Shame on you Negs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was probably the only person who didn't read the 7th Harry Potter in a matter of days. No, I stretched it out for two whole weeks. I was in denial about it ending, and wanted to stretch it out as long as I could. Now that is a true fan. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There you have it. 10 little things maybe you didn't know about me. Maybe you did. Also, did you know I have the cutest baby girl? No? Well, see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTxihn8vCoI/TrxsYAQtMKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3L5-t-xeF6o/s1600/Abbinator.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTxihn8vCoI/TrxsYAQtMKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/3L5-t-xeF6o/s640/Abbinator.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Caitlin &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/2119203574823097667-2187319005538855436?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2187319005538855436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-little-things-about-me-just-cause.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2187319005538855436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2187319005538855436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-little-things-about-me-just-cause.html' title='10 Little Things About Me. Just &apos;Cause.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qichxg7fePE/TrxqmVo2yuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/grGwBHsY3nQ/s72-c/Yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2315008778961140173</id><published>2011-11-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:04:06.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Halloweens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ever since Halloween of 2001, this Holiday has held a special place in my heart. I remember the night as if it were yesterday. I was dressed like...well a freak. Sam was an Aquabat? (ok so I don't know &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; detail apparently) My nails were painted black and after much persuasion from our friend Terra, Sam picked up my hand, told me he liked my nail polish, and didn't let it go. We had our first kiss a few weeks later. We never had the 'are we officially bf/gf' talk, but we both consider that Halloween night, the night we became just that. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't end on that note, so here is a small portion of the history of us, these past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've had our first kiss on his doorstep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We broke up twice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I convinced myself I didn't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; like him. Or I tried to convince myself anyway. (didn't work. Obviously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We fell in love all over again. Twice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had two more first kisses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had so many different fun dates. (back in the day where money wasn't an issue.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on some fun trips ie: St. George and Camping (don't worry. My family was there!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent two long years away from each other while he went on a mission and I went to SUU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished a &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; long LDR while he lived up here and I finished up at SUU, seeing each other as many weekends as we could&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became engaged&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got married, and have been for two and a half years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought our first car together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the best thing we've done in these past ten years? Have the most pretty baby girl ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sam and I were talking, and we just can't believe how far we've come. All because of that picture I took of him. All because I wasn't shy at all when I met him. All because we became best friends. All because he found my number and called me. All because he was brave enough to hold my hand. All because he didn't give up on me when I was at my most stubborn. All because two people fell in love. I love you Sam Tappana. I am so glad we have eternity together. You. Complete. Me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now enjoy these pictures from Halloween's past. (sure wish I had a pic from all ten years. Especially the first one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Jk9zbJtiU/TrQYhQd3VdI/AAAAAAAAAuo/oMhOvSrLQIk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Jk9zbJtiU/TrQYhQd3VdI/AAAAAAAAAuo/oMhOvSrLQIk/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2004, not quite sure what we were.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se67jNq5GdA/TrQYpanHkqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IbItTYbNGoE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se67jNq5GdA/TrQYpanHkqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IbItTYbNGoE/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2005, Mario and Princess Peach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps6Rt-Ckw0s/TrQYxGHbjWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/RU591VjSO6Y/s1600/n599490291_1090468_5401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ps6Rt-Ckw0s/TrQYxGHbjWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/RU591VjSO6Y/s400/n599490291_1090468_5401.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008, post mission Sonny and Cher&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89V5qt1O4Tk/TrQY0XUiYtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/6qypAFai5jY/s1600/16369_169787120291_599490291_3072792_3263822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89V5qt1O4Tk/TrQY0XUiYtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/6qypAFai5jY/s400/16369_169787120291_599490291_3072792_3263822_n.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009, First married Halloween. Nerds.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x7lEE_gyr8/TrQY4N4hMEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gJe8RZScsKo/s1600/71788_454274825291_599490291_5802970_5019444_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x7lEE_gyr8/TrQY4N4hMEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/gJe8RZScsKo/s400/71788_454274825291_599490291_5802970_5019444_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 pre Abby Halloween. (I was prego though) Barbie and Ken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0utHMOWqVz0/TrQZCW1KGHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/99Iy5HK39wg/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0utHMOWqVz0/TrQZCW1KGHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/99Iy5HK39wg/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 Popeye and Olive Oil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Life just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2315008778961140173?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2315008778961140173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-halloweens.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2315008778961140173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2315008778961140173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-halloweens.html' title='10 Halloweens'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Jk9zbJtiU/TrQYhQd3VdI/AAAAAAAAAuo/oMhOvSrLQIk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5838657495635525335</id><published>2011-10-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:05:22.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not The Boss Of Me Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lately, Sam and I have been watching oldie but funny shows on Netflix. One of which has been Malcolm in the Middle. Despite the fact that this show drives me crazy with how chaotic everything is (if I had 4 boys like that I'd go insane) it's pretty funny. And this here clip makes me smile. That Dewey. Pretty cute I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/ZxM6NrRNc9o/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxM6NrRNc9o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxM6NrRNc9o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5838657495635525335?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5838657495635525335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/youre-not-boss-of-me-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5838657495635525335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5838657495635525335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/youre-not-boss-of-me-now.html' title='You&apos;re Not The Boss Of Me Now.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8734936831406244198</id><published>2011-10-22T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:56:30.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLN0fJakGrA/TqOPicO-2XI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3cu9P5rhIIg/s1600/happyab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLN0fJakGrA/TqOPicO-2XI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3cu9P5rhIIg/s400/happyab.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are now 3 whole months! It has come by so quickly. I remember when I was pregnant with you and I had 3 months left it seemed like an eternity. And now you're already 3 months! Time has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting cuter and cuter by the day! Your daddy and I can't get enough of you!! Your smiles are getting bigger, and I swear you are even starting to laugh when you get really excited. And boy, you're turning into a little jabber box. Sometimes when we are driving, we'll turn down the music and just listen to you talking to who knows what. You're just adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LagtyM7-dWs/TqOKVwqfJYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/csef-EoekqM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LagtyM7-dWs/TqOKVwqfJYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/csef-EoekqM/s200/006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLWAGA0Oaq8/TqOJ7PxkbAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fCxsiLv1-qo/s1600/Mad+Abby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLWAGA0Oaq8/TqOJ7PxkbAI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fCxsiLv1-qo/s1600/Mad+Abby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're also becoming more aware of your surroundings. I'll put toys on your bouncer that you'll stare contently at, and even get excited and coo at them. You're also starting to look at the books I read you more and when I put you in front of the TV and turn on "Wonder Pets," you just stare at it. You also love hanging out with your cousins. I mean, this picture is proof enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkBWQcR5rLk/TqOLVkwg9NI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/c8WZrROUfFA/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkBWQcR5rLk/TqOLVkwg9NI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/c8WZrROUfFA/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm afraid you have your mama's arms. You like to grab things and your arm will twist so it looks broken. But it's not. (obviously). You also love to suck on your fists. I love the sucking sound you make on those tiny chubby fists of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favorite things you've started doing is what I call your 'Cabbage Patch Face.' You suck in your cute bottom lip and it makes you look like a Cabbage Patch doll.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijpk89At2HY/TqOL8AsqSzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/NRgeI-aQFT0/s1600/2011-10-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijpk89At2HY/TqOL8AsqSzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/NRgeI-aQFT0/s400/2011-10-22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, how is this not cute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said this before, and I'll say it again: we love you so much Abby. Your daddy and I seem to never talk about anything else but you. We are so glad we have you forever, because this life time just wouldn't be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS. You REALLY hate tummy time, and here is a picture to prove just how mad you were at me when I made you do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9cGxQnDOTOU/TqOJ62lFQDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Bfjg0oOA6Y8/s1600/Mad+abby+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9cGxQnDOTOU/TqOJ62lFQDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Bfjg0oOA6Y8/s400/Mad+abby+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2119203574823097667-8734936831406244198?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8734936831406244198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/third-month.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8734936831406244198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8734936831406244198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/third-month.html' title='The Third Month'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLN0fJakGrA/TqOPicO-2XI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3cu9P5rhIIg/s72-c/happyab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4963817210065487088</id><published>2011-10-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:13:18.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Were Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWFGjWfHM-E/TqBHSVuqqTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-fkmFbmNaws/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWFGjWfHM-E/TqBHSVuqqTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-fkmFbmNaws/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you were born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you came quietly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and with eyes deep as an ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you looked at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I looked at you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I thought to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart heard you say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I know you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were a gift&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that I would love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Dianna Hutts Aston&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/2119203574823097667-4963817210065487088?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4963817210065487088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-were-born.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4963817210065487088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4963817210065487088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-were-born.html' title='When You Were Born'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWFGjWfHM-E/TqBHSVuqqTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/-fkmFbmNaws/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8020068169983051706</id><published>2011-10-16T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:42:55.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So...this past week has been a little hard. Not like terribly hard I'm constantly near tears type of hard, just the type where you think "ok, what next." Needless to say, we have been a little down in the dumps this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;follow&lt;/strike&gt; blog stalk &lt;a href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/search/label/here%27s%20to%20happiness"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; (one of my most favorite blogs to stalk) and she does a Here's to Happiness segment a few times. I figure, what gets you out of gloomy situations more than talking about the good things in life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list of ten things that make me terribly happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fIQcgfMaV2Q/TpuUowUOnWI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lmOCuHJ-2SU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fIQcgfMaV2Q/TpuUowUOnWI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lmOCuHJ-2SU/s640/012.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful fall colors on a Saturday morning hike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiles from Abby first thing in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blasting "Party in the USA" in the car and dancing to it with Sam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream and brownies for dessert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuggling down and watching Hocus Pocus as a family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The adorable Sunbeams in my ward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sound of Abby's cooing and kicking legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making friends with other mommies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A much needed lunch with my big sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, what makes me the most happy is knowing I get these two forever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpTklRLbri8/TpuUh9i5J7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Du2rB4CV2P8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WpTklRLbri8/TpuUh9i5J7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Du2rB4CV2P8/s400/009.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2119203574823097667-8020068169983051706?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8020068169983051706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/heres-to-happiness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8020068169983051706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8020068169983051706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/heres-to-happiness.html' title='Here&apos;s to Happiness'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fIQcgfMaV2Q/TpuUowUOnWI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lmOCuHJ-2SU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2351617050545643525</id><published>2011-10-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:02:17.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cool Aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Back when I was little, I thought my older siblings were pretty cool. (I've since grown up and know the truth wink wink.) I remember twice I was able to dance with my sister when she was in Dance Company at Kearns High. Once was the Nutcracker. (I was the tallest bafoon there...or whatever they are called.) Both times, I thought I was so cool dancing with my sister. I also remember one time my 4th (maybe?) grade class went to Kearns High and I saw my oldest brother Jared outside skateboarding. I made sure everyone in my class knew that the boy on the skateboard was MY big brother. And lastly, when I got into high school, I remember bragging that it was MY older brother that used to do the funny movies for Z-News. (is that what it was called?) Anyway. Basically, I thought my older siblings were the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's my turn to be 'the cool one.' I am the cool aunt that my nieces and nephew brag to all their friends about. And it makes me happy. Because I'm really not that cool, but they really do love me. The way their faces light up when they see me. The way they'll run up and give me big tight hugs. The way they let their friends know that I'm their "auntie." The way their friends call me 'Auntie'. It makes me feel so loved. Hopefully they don't grow up way too fast and realize the truth. But honestly, I still think my older siblings are pretty cool, so maybe even when they are older they'll still think I'm pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2351617050545643525?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2351617050545643525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-aunt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2351617050545643525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2351617050545643525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-aunt.html' title='The Cool Aunt'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2574242457479394672</id><published>2011-09-30T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:29:49.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ah General Conference time. How I love it. Tomorrow me and Sam have no plans except wake up, sit on the couch, and eat muddy buddies. (I may have to make him his own batch so he gets some.) We aren't going to go anywhere, do anything, or help anyone tomorrow. (I know. Selfish.) Well, until the Priesthood session anyway. Then I'm off to a girls night with my mama and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of weekends, last Friday night was so much fun! Sam got off work early, so we went up to the mountains to see the leaves change (even though they weren't quite as changed as I would have liked) and walked around Silver Lake. Abby was sort of grumpy, but I may or may not have gone overboard on bundling her up. Also, on the pictures. After that we got home and had a little BBQ picnic with our little family. We made brats and ate outside. It was perfect! So, Here is a much wanted picture overload of last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoM_ZQn1aGE/ToXetKd2xdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JyFehC56gTc/s1600/2011-09-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoM_ZQn1aGE/ToXetKd2xdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JyFehC56gTc/s640/2011-09-30.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love Picasa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j9wg-1ibHw/ToXuYNndVdI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1fqJ0HTrtZg/s1600/Landon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6j9wg-1ibHw/ToXuYNndVdI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1fqJ0HTrtZg/s1600/Landon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, my best friend Mel FINALLY had her baby! After TWENTY hours of labor, Landon Justin Harrison was born. 9lbs, 1oz, 21 in long. They are so happy I'm sure. (haven't talked to her yet...I'm sure she is exhausted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, better get cleaning so that my Saturday is as lazy as I want it to be. Plus, Abby now wants my attention. Oh boy! :) Have a fantastic weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS. Notice how I sorta ruined my blog? I wanted the margins bigger. I sorta like it. Sorta don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2574242457479394672?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2574242457479394672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-update.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2574242457479394672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2574242457479394672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoM_ZQn1aGE/ToXetKd2xdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JyFehC56gTc/s72-c/2011-09-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1041551528023645288</id><published>2011-09-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:21:53.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3_HXPWYV3g/Tnz0GjDVX0I/AAAAAAAAArw/nkPKNtqjt8k/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3_HXPWYV3g/Tnz0GjDVX0I/AAAAAAAAArw/nkPKNtqjt8k/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yK_BHyCesWw/Tnzzj1vUMfI/AAAAAAAAArc/UM_cRZTgeUg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;You are two months old now! I can't believe how fast this time has flown. I miss some newborn things you've grown out of, especially when you would sit like a ball on my chest. But I LOVE the new things you are are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful two-month old I know! Your pretty little smile can light up the room! It makes my heart melt when I see your big open mouth smile, and it's getting easier and easier to make you smile. You are starting to coo a little bit when you look at me too. You make the cutest sounds when you sleep. Your daddy and I love hearing you sleep. You snore too, which is super cute. Usually snoring drives me crazy, but when you do it, it makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yK_BHyCesWw/Tnzzj1vUMfI/AAAAAAAAArc/UM_cRZTgeUg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yK_BHyCesWw/Tnzzj1vUMfI/AAAAAAAAArc/UM_cRZTgeUg/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are starting to get a set of lungs on you. Your quiet cries are getting louder, which is a good thing. You started out so quiet that if the room was noisy, I had to look at you to see if you were crying!! You're also getting stronger. You hate tummy time, but you can move your head and hold it up sometimes!! You're almost ready to sit in your bumbo more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also love to be cuddled. Sometimes you'll just fuss and as soon as I pick you up, you'll cuddle into me. It makes me feel good when you just want your mama. Seeing as your daddy and I are big cuddlers, it makes sense that you would be one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy and I are completely smitten by you. We could stare at you all day and never get bored. You bring us so much happiness and joy! You're the best thing we've ever made! Love you Abbigale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgICjaCcSEU/Tnz2CLoCa5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/xYxb1EySekw/s1600/2011-09-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgICjaCcSEU/Tnz2CLoCa5I/AAAAAAAAAr0/xYxb1EySekw/s640/2011-09-23.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1041551528023645288?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1041551528023645288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1041551528023645288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1041551528023645288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3_HXPWYV3g/Tnz0GjDVX0I/AAAAAAAAArw/nkPKNtqjt8k/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5606698854706530189</id><published>2011-09-19T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:18:32.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously So Blessed!</title><content type='html'>Ok...I know. Cheesy title, but so true. Last week, Sam and I had our prayers answered. My maternity leave is almost up, which meant I would have to go back to work. This whole time, I had planned to do just that. My awesome bosses arranged my schedule so that I could work 30 hours a week in my same position. As the time was growing closer for me to go back, I just knew that I couldn't. What with commuting time to get Abby out to my sisters, getting downtown and coming home, I was looking at 8+ hours away from Abby. I know there are people that do more than that away from their babies, but I just was feeling uneasy about it. So Sam and I prayed, and prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I got this feeling, that seemed so unlikely that it would work out, to call the school my sisters kids go to. So Thursday I called and was pleased to find out that they were hiring and they set me up an interview for Friday. So I made a resume and went in and they practically hired me on the spot. Talk about being prompted! My mom always says that sometimes the spirit isn't logical. And this wasn't. And now look. I have a great job. I work less so I can see my baby more, and the school is REALLY close to my sister-in-law who will be taking her once a week and it's up the street from my sister. Oh and I have Friday's off, so really. It can't be better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I do get to see these cuties all day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdlmm5VxcrA/Tne-0NmOvII/AAAAAAAAArY/6NjPArSNCuU/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdlmm5VxcrA/Tne-0NmOvII/AAAAAAAAArY/6NjPArSNCuU/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well...4 of the 7 anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me when Heavenly Father will answer the prayers of little old me. I'm just one person in a world of millions, and yet He listened to me. And I am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-5606698854706530189?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5606698854706530189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/seriously-so-blessed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5606698854706530189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5606698854706530189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/seriously-so-blessed.html' title='Seriously So Blessed!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdlmm5VxcrA/Tne-0NmOvII/AAAAAAAAArY/6NjPArSNCuU/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8431646048619407436</id><published>2011-09-14T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:19:04.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter Like Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74ddc95e8352c38a" 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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74ddc95e8352c38a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331290718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81B55EC5275CCA509138F7272F4A4C7DE2179E86.20B7EA141C050DB35660101ED9DE396C47BB929C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74ddc95e8352c38a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJwhZ_lGVRTJ7GniV4r111q8KeCM&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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74ddc95e8352c38a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331290718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81B55EC5275CCA509138F7272F4A4C7DE2179E86.20B7EA141C050DB35660101ED9DE396C47BB929C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74ddc95e8352c38a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJwhZ_lGVRTJ7GniV4r111q8KeCM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abby has seemed have inherited her daddy's sinuses. Good thing it's so much cuter when she does it. (no offense babe.) Also, forgive me for the bad camera work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-8431646048619407436?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8431646048619407436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/daughter-like-daddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8431646048619407436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8431646048619407436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/daughter-like-daddy.html' title='Daughter Like Daddy'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5272657357294668429</id><published>2011-09-11T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:30:26.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Commodity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-H5RjaH5Uo/Tm2KC4flKqI/AAAAAAAAArU/nQryFPalIek/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-H5RjaH5Uo/Tm2KC4flKqI/AAAAAAAAArU/nQryFPalIek/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abby's got herself some little boyfriends already. Watch out world. This girl knows how to work it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-5272657357294668429?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5272657357294668429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/hot-commodity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5272657357294668429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5272657357294668429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/hot-commodity.html' title='A Hot Commodity'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-H5RjaH5Uo/Tm2KC4flKqI/AAAAAAAAArU/nQryFPalIek/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8731221358402833382</id><published>2011-09-08T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:13:42.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMpNmXhGQw/Tmkp45jwnBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Sdve2ZhBrhQ/s1600/Image14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMpNmXhGQw/Tmkp45jwnBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Sdve2ZhBrhQ/s200/Image14.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well lookie who is helping me blog today! Can I just say that there is nothing that satisfies me more than being a mommy? I just can't get enough of this little girl! Yesterday I went swimming with my mom. It was my first time away from her for longer than a half hour since she has been born. It was nice to have some me time, but she was all I was thinking/talking about. She is 7 weeks today. I can't believe how much time has flown. I remember when I had 7 weeks left with her. Sam and I tried to watch all 7 Harry Potters. That last 7 weeks of my pregnancy DRAGGED. And now here she is, already 7 weeks old. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to get to the point of my blog, Labor Day. We had a fantastic Labor Day. The whole weekend was fantastic, but particularly Labor Day. It helped that Sam had an extra day home with me and Da Abbinator, (said in best Arnold impression). We met my family up in Logan. My whole family! It has been a long time since all of us could be together on a holiday. My parents treated us all to The Bluebird, a family favorite restaurant first discovered when my sister and brother-in-law went to school at USU. And guess what we all got? The Bluebird Chicken of course. Well, except Sam. He decided to be different and got the 6oz sirloin. What a chump. Doesn't he know the whole reason to eat at the Bluebird is for said chicken? Anywho, after lunch we went to a pretty park with a small lake. The kids played in the water and us adults just relaxed. Abby had a great time being snuggled by Grammy. We then went to a real park where the kids all played on the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzkk4HN-1qI/TmktIxsdyfI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-LN0Tezjib8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzkk4HN-1qI/TmktIxsdyfI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-LN0Tezjib8/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ5ZY2j79x8/TmktPuPGF1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/FO2jn_UcGdk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ5ZY2j79x8/TmktPuPGF1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/FO2jn_UcGdk/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Nu6cT3jKc/TmktWJb54OI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MiYlAbKlvuY/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5Nu6cT3jKc/TmktWJb54OI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MiYlAbKlvuY/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0a9ZcMAimb0/TmktcJNzVAI/AAAAAAAAArA/qUrj_Xzks-k/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0a9ZcMAimb0/TmktcJNzVAI/AAAAAAAAArA/qUrj_Xzks-k/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NiszhpTpbhc/TmkthjplroI/AAAAAAAAArE/Wq-_EFuvv0I/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NiszhpTpbhc/TmkthjplroI/AAAAAAAAArE/Wq-_EFuvv0I/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAr_1gh8j2o/Tmktov4eO6I/AAAAAAAAArI/p1zsr3R2P30/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAr_1gh8j2o/Tmktov4eO6I/AAAAAAAAArI/p1zsr3R2P30/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TezeMpXAj7k/Tmktv9s9gzI/AAAAAAAAArM/u-bFUSkaj_w/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TezeMpXAj7k/Tmktv9s9gzI/AAAAAAAAArM/u-bFUSkaj_w/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuIuxchzqFQ/Tmkt2O5i5VI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xusRH1m07lQ/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LuIuxchzqFQ/Tmkt2O5i5VI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xusRH1m07lQ/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice her 'thumbs up' pose?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That night when we got home we just relaxed and got ready for the new week. Holidays are always so nice. Even if it is the last holiday of the summer. This summer was on my Top 5 list of best summers ever, and I'm sad for it to be over. But I am looking forward to the next few months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-8731221358402833382?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8731221358402833382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8731221358402833382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8731221358402833382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcMpNmXhGQw/Tmkp45jwnBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Sdve2ZhBrhQ/s72-c/Image14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2214330518230706616</id><published>2011-09-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:54:22.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shred It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2l0I-0idy8/TmbcmjTEyKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qk1KyPih854/s1600/Shred.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2l0I-0idy8/TmbcmjTEyKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qk1KyPih854/s1600/Shred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day, as I was wasting time blog-stalking, I came across a blog where the girl was doing Jillian Michaels 30 day shred. And I got a hair-brained idea to do it. So, seeing as both me and the husband are not at our ideal weight, he agreed to do it with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly ordered it and we made a goal to start today. So last night we got ourselves a scale to keep track of our weight loss, and I also measured myself. And this morning, i did it. (Sam will be doing it in a few minutes) And it was death. But good death. Even though I am starting to feel like I won't be able to pick up Abby, I think it's going to be a great 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-2214330518230706616?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2214330518230706616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/shred-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2214330518230706616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2214330518230706616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/shred-it.html' title='Shred It!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2l0I-0idy8/TmbcmjTEyKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qk1KyPih854/s72-c/Shred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7700494635920104171</id><published>2011-09-04T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:07:06.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbigale's Blessing</title><content type='html'>Today we blessed Abby. It was beautiful. Sam gave such a sweet blessing. I am so thankful for him and the priesthood he holds. Sam was pretty nervous to give the blessing, but I think it was absolutely perfect. The best part was a sweet lady in my ward, Sister Coon who I serve in the primary with (she is the president) wrote down the blessing for us. So sweet of her and I'm so happy to have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDGeSKyo8Lk/TmQnunnfvmI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gXMOsk83voE/s1600/0904111235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDGeSKyo8Lk/TmQnunnfvmI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gXMOsk83voE/s400/0904111235.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abby looked beautiful! She wore the blessing dress my sister and I wore. I loved that she could do that. The cute little bow on her head is compliments from my friend Angela. I loved dressing her up for her special day. She is like the dolls I had when I was little....only a LOT cuter. Oh and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't take hardly any pictures.&amp;nbsp; We had the luncheon at our home, and seeing as it was the first time we had a huge group of people there, I was playing hostess/running around nervous like. So I forgot to more pictures, but I did take a few at the end. The food, in my humble opinion, was delicious. We had biscuits and gravy, some coffee cakes and breakfast breads, fruit, juice and chocolate milk, and some hash browns. (I think that was all) I was a little hesitant of having biscuits and gravy, but they turned out to be a hit. Thanks to my brother for making the main dish and thanks to everyone else for all the help in supplying the food. We still have lots of biscuits and gravy if anyone wants any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIlnbEhpPwI/TmQsTe8PIFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/3q2nv9cgjpI/s1600/2011-09-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIlnbEhpPwI/TmQsTe8PIFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/3q2nv9cgjpI/s640/2011-09-04.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This collage turned out WAY better than my last. I learned how to use Picasa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My niece Alyssa got baptized yesterday, So the first picture is of the two of the beauty's in their white clothes. The rest are just pictures I quickly took when I realized I forgot to take anymore. Thankfully though, more pictures will soon be coming of us and Abby thanks to my brother-in-law Tracy. He is going to take family pictures for us tomorrow with her in her blessing dress. And perhaps more pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great day for a blessing. Thanks to everyone that came. It meant so much to us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7700494635920104171?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7700494635920104171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/abbigales-blessing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7700494635920104171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7700494635920104171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/abbigales-blessing.html' title='Abbigale&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDGeSKyo8Lk/TmQnunnfvmI/AAAAAAAAAqg/gXMOsk83voE/s72-c/0904111235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5715874016141568083</id><published>2011-09-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:58:36.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Platform Nine and Three Quarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqtGIg3poU8/Tl-Wqg3CUoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/H1GoQTvhlOs/s1600/Hogwarts+Express.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqtGIg3poU8/Tl-Wqg3CUoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/H1GoQTvhlOs/s400/Hogwarts+Express.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah. It's here. September the 1st. As I walked out the door to take Sam to the train station today, I thought of another train station I am familiar with. King's Cross Station and Platform 9 3/4. Now you might be thinking, "what does a great muggle like yourself know about Platform 9 3/4?" Well, that would be a good question if, well, I was a muggle. Crookshanks is out of the Sorting Hat. Yes, I am a wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first got my letter telling me I was a witch. Mum and Dad were so proud! We had a witch in the family! And a thumpin' good one at that, for a witch from the USofA to be accepted to Hogwarts instead of the one in America "Academy of Magic". Really? With a name like that it's quite laughable. Anywho, we started to prepare to make the trip to England. After setting things up with the Ministry of Magic, we were able to catch a Portkey from Utah to New York, where we had a slight lay over before we could catch a fireplace to Diagon Alley. Let me tell you, my first experience with Floo Powder was not a fun one. Take Harry's first experience and times it by two and that was mine. The worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagon Alley was the best family vacation we were ever on. We spent the week enjoying the 'hot spots' in there; riding the wild cart rides in Gringotts, going to Madam Malkin's to get my robes, Ollivander's for the wand, we visted the Eeylopes Owl Emporium to get me an owl, ate frequently at the Leaky Cauldron, and my daddy bought me a Nimbus 2000 at the broom store as a congratulations gift. (only to find out later first years weren't allowed brooms. Thankfully, since we were an American muggle family, Dumbledore looked past this and let me keep it. Later, I became one of his favorite students.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then September 1st came, the day to board on the Hogwarts Express. That morning was full of emotion: excitement, worry, sadness. After a tearful goodbye to my family, I was on the train and on my way to my future. (Thankfully meeting who is now my BFF Mel Harrison. I could not have made it without her. Another story for another time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPudtzCuk4o/Tl-ZtULXhqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6Dq00MTlfmA/s1600/31174_418640531114_755496114_5253397_3386260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPudtzCuk4o/Tl-ZtULXhqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6Dq00MTlfmA/s320/31174_418640531114_755496114_5253397_3386260_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that first ride, I came to really look forward to the long train ride to Hogwarts. Getting "anything from the trolley", chasing Nevilles frog up and down the halls, playing Exploding Snap and Wizards Chests, and swapping frog cards. Making friends and memories. No teachers to say nothing. Our last freedom before school. (which I also loved) Oh September 1st! Thanks for the fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkfvxiRZlT0/Tl-ajqekvjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0CfL2S0UR8k/s1600/333231_10150282975050292_599490291_8241813_5284635_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkfvxiRZlT0/Tl-ajqekvjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0CfL2S0UR8k/s200/333231_10150282975050292_599490291_8241813_5284635_o.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perhaps this little munchkin will take after her mummy. Till we know for sure, I'll keep her on the up and up about this life. (ya, like I'd write a blog post and not mention her or include a picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5715874016141568083?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5715874016141568083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/platform-nine-and-three-quarters.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5715874016141568083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5715874016141568083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/09/platform-nine-and-three-quarters.html' title='Platform Nine and Three Quarters'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqtGIg3poU8/Tl-Wqg3CUoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/H1GoQTvhlOs/s72-c/Hogwarts+Express.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4822375347003715756</id><published>2011-08-31T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:19:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'> So all morning I've been trying to figure out how to do a dumb collage on this thing. finally figured it out, but then Abby got fussy, so I did it practically one handed...so it's pretty crappy. Whatever. So here are some snapshots of the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ5GHW43fcg/Tl5d_SurLFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IJ4JIpN5OfM/s1600/2011-08-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ5GHW43fcg/Tl5d_SurLFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IJ4JIpN5OfM/s320/2011-08-29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Could have made it bigger. Still learning. Oh well. This weekend was so much fun! Friday after Sam got off work we went to Moochie's. Soooo yummy. Then we went to the capital to watch Tangled. Saturday we ate at in and out, had a bbq with our ward (not pictured) and tried out Ammon's bumbo. She is still too small, but super cute! Better go do something useful...like hold my crying baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4822375347003715756?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4822375347003715756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4822375347003715756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4822375347003715756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ5GHW43fcg/Tl5d_SurLFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/IJ4JIpN5OfM/s72-c/2011-08-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7740917617061913383</id><published>2011-08-29T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:48:39.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddles and Loves</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I sure do love this little girl. Even though she can be quite worry-some. Like today. When she kept choking on her spit up as it came through her nose not once, not twice, not three times, but a total of FOUR TIMES!!! Mind you, I'm still a very new mommy of almost 6 weeks. Things like that tend to freak me out perhaps a bit more then they should. Especially as her little face turns bright red and the puke was stuck in her nose. But isn't she cute as I found her like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tExDBEibf4/TlxpaxXSRvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/cPTUomduaJQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tExDBEibf4/TlxpaxXSRvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/cPTUomduaJQ/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also after her first choking, perhaps it was just because I was tired, it being first thing this morning. Or perhaps it is the hormones running rampant through my body. Or maybe it's just because I'm a worrier. But after crying just a little...I just needed to cuddle her as we napped today. Much like this below picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fSvH-PFMYs/TlxpmkXdCiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VIe5xYuFDdA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fSvH-PFMYs/TlxpmkXdCiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VIe5xYuFDdA/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't get enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-7740917617061913383?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7740917617061913383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuddles-and-loves.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7740917617061913383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7740917617061913383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuddles-and-loves.html' title='Cuddles and Loves'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tExDBEibf4/TlxpaxXSRvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/cPTUomduaJQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1194795752368796550</id><published>2011-08-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:10:23.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, Sam and I went on our first date without Abby. My wonderful in-laws, Dan and Nonie, volunteered (aka if Nonie didn't babysit her soon things could get ugly really fast) to watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to be gone too long, so I picked Sam up from Trax and we headed over to drop her off. Since Sam was still dressed nice from work, I decided I'd dress up a little bit as well. I know, I'm silly. But in the movies they always dress up to go on dates so I figured 'why not'? So, I found myself a super cute dress at Walmart for $14 and got gussied up for my night out with my hubbyspend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT_XbWBeiMg/TleaNajjKsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wvgUy30qlW8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT_XbWBeiMg/TleaNajjKsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wvgUy30qlW8/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKLC7Ye0zfw/TleaTRoTw4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/kWCYs93ylUc/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKLC7Ye0zfw/TleaTRoTw4I/AAAAAAAAAlM/kWCYs93ylUc/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we dropped her off, we headed to Jordan Commons. We ate at Spaghetti Mama's. We had never eaten there. It was pretty good and right across from the theater. After dinner we saw "Crazy, Stupid, Love" and let me tell you, it was such a great movie! I loved it. So funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I checked my phone every 15 min, our main topic of conversation was Abby, and hearing babies cry hurt my heart a little, it was so nice to have some needed 'us' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1194795752368796550?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1194795752368796550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1194795752368796550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1194795752368796550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT_XbWBeiMg/TleaNajjKsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wvgUy30qlW8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1389771824218380861</id><published>2011-08-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:43:21.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month Our Life Changed Forever.</title><content type='html'>Dear Abby&lt;br /&gt;You have been in our lives now for one month. One wonderful month. You have changed mommy's and daddy's life forever and we couldn't be happier. You bring such a sweet spirit into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful baby. When we brought you home from the hospital, me being a typical new mom, was terrified! I stayed up all night that first night, checking on you at every squeak and watching you sleep. That night the realization hit: you were really home to stay! After 9 very long months of pregnancy, our little girl was finally here and ours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have changed so much this month Abby. When we first brought you home, you slept a ton. you woke up to eat and then fell back to sleep. Now as you're growing you'll stay up more and just look at daddy and me as we talk to you. You make the cutest faces and noises. Your daddy and I just stare at you. We can't believe how beautiful you are. We love when you do little things like stretch and do the 'bird' face. We love how when we lay you down sometimes you'll just kick and squirm forever. We love how you look sucking on a binkie and when you wear a white onsie. We even love when you get so mad your face gets red and the tiniest squeak comes out. When you do cry, we even think that is adorable. We are head over heals for you Abby. The main thing is, we love you very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you're in our lives. We are so much happier with you. We can't get enough of you and we hope you always know, no matter what, how much we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXXVQxHl5FA/TlHP84iVpYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fEwLzdIdIBw/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXXVQxHl5FA/TlHP84iVpYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fEwLzdIdIBw/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1389771824218380861?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1389771824218380861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/month-our-life-changed-forever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1389771824218380861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1389771824218380861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/month-our-life-changed-forever.html' title='The Month Our Life Changed Forever.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xXXVQxHl5FA/TlHP84iVpYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fEwLzdIdIBw/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2592242045590783743</id><published>2011-08-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T06:55:06.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>This time of year always brings back a hint of a melancholy feeling, back to school time. Back in the years of elementary through high school, even though I was sad that summer was over, I looked forward to going back to school. I loved going to Walmart to get my notebooks, pens, pencils etc. I loved picking out a new Jansport backpack and couldn't wait to fill the pockets with my new supplies. I loved getting my new clothes and planned out what days I'd wear them the first week. I loved in elementary school finding out what teacher I got. I loved in jr. high and high school getting my schedule and organizing my school supplies by subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do miss school. Even though after the first week I was usually over it, I still miss it. Every time I run to Walmart I get a hankering to buy me some school supplies. When I go to department stores I inhale the new clothes scent. (it's just not the same getting new clothes anymore seeing as I pay for them.) I miss backpacks. I miss smelling school lunch cooking through the halls and getting so excited to eat it (especially in elementary. The lasagna and spaghetti were my favorites). I miss recess. I miss hanging out in the halls or outside at lunch with my friends, feeling cool. I miss doodling on paper and teachers drowned on and on. Times were simple then. And though I absolutely love my life right now, sometimes I miss simpler days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2592242045590783743?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2592242045590783743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2592242045590783743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2592242045590783743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-861093056445640067</id><published>2011-08-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:43:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend and Blog Re-vamp</title><content type='html'>So first of all, thanks to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://justinandmelissaharrison.blogspot.com/" style="color: magenta;"&gt;BFF8&lt;/a&gt; for helping me make my blog cute. I love it. Much like I love food. But let's be honest. I love food much more than I should. Also, the new name of my blog, Just Another Saturday, does have some significance to it.&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CkvMUudUsA" style="color: magenta;"&gt;This song&lt;/a&gt; was the inspiration as to why we picked our wedding date, which happened to be a Saturday. (And if you listen to the song, note that they say "just another Saturday" in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7yp9p0RfpA/Tk3lpDECcDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qfre-yL4dNg/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7yp9p0RfpA/Tk3lpDECcDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qfre-yL4dNg/s200/015.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pic doesn't do the yard justice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5xVOguIeEQ/Tk3mVqZWepI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8epAy4Ik5HY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5xVOguIeEQ/Tk3mVqZWepI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8epAy4Ik5HY/s200/018.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All bundled up.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Anywho, our last weekend was so much fun!! Best weekend we've had since the Abster was born. The fun started Friday when Abby and I met my mom downtown for our usual Friday lunch. We ate at Wendy's. Then we got back as Sam was just getting on lunch and hung out with daddy for a bit. Then Abby went to my moms department to meet everyone there, then down to meet everyone at daddy's work. After Sam got off work, we headed up to Kaysville to go to my co-worker Matt's wedding reception. It was beautiful there! They had it at a house and the yard was HUGE! Afterwords, we met up with our friends, The Cahoons, at the State Capital to watch Better Off Dead. Abby was such a good baby during the whole movie. When we first got there she just looked around forever, even as I changed her into her warm clothes, and then eventually just fell fast asleep. What a good baby we have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the day I was really looking forward to. All summer when the Lagoon commercial would come on, I would always ache to go to Lagoon. Of course, why on earth would you pay 40 something bucks for a pregnant woman to go and not ride rides? You wouldn't. And I didn't. But thanks to Sam and his work party, we were able to go to Lagoon for $8 a person. Score! My parents came as well, seeing as my mom works at DMBA too, and watched Abby so Sam and I could go on all the rides. It was such a fun day, even though at one point I swore I was going to die. Die of heat. But despite that...and despite not winning anything in Bingo, it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEeRpOT_Yp8/Tk3nl86t5XI/AAAAAAAAAkY/U7vcMw0QImw/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEeRpOT_Yp8/Tk3nl86t5XI/AAAAAAAAAkY/U7vcMw0QImw/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting in line for the Roller Coaster&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sunday we ate dinner with my family, which is always a fun, hectic event, but boy come Monday and little Abby was tuckered out. It's amazing how a baby that doesn't do anything can get worn out after a busy weekend. Sure wish she was tuckered out now. No such luck. But until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae359/melissaharrison77/lovecaitlin.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/2119203574823097667-861093056445640067?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/861093056445640067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-weekend-and-blog-re-vamp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/861093056445640067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/861093056445640067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-weekend-and-blog-re-vamp.html' title='Last weekend and Blog Re-vamp'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7yp9p0RfpA/Tk3lpDECcDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qfre-yL4dNg/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4043015663155942425</id><published>2011-08-14T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:46:28.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since becoming a mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2BDqPJxN8Q/Tkieb_ZPC-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UycebKAW1rQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfcyq-DYQA/TkifG3IRR5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/_5FBz19oOk8/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfcyq-DYQA/TkifG3IRR5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/_5FBz19oOk8/s200/007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2BDqPJxN8Q/Tkieb_ZPC-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UycebKAW1rQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2BDqPJxN8Q/Tkieb_ZPC-I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UycebKAW1rQ/s200/008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I take one too many pictures that may seem the same to other people, but I can tell the difference between her faces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seem to not be able to shower most days until after two, unless I am REALLY organized...and that's just exhausting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of exhausted, I get weird thoughts in my head such as "if only she'd sleep all night till 6 I'd be satisfied." Since when did getting up at 6 sound so appealing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find having a daughter is a good excuse to wear matching outfits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6grIZuSt2Rk/TkiekoQX6-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/47Qt-cUdTYI/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6grIZuSt2Rk/TkiekoQX6-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/47Qt-cUdTYI/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only does it take me all morning to shower, but I find I brush my teeth later in the day. Gross, I know. What is even more gross than that is one night as I was brushing my teeth before bed, I realized I haven't even brushed my teeth at all that day. What the heck? That is not this girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry at the drop of a hat. I cry at the TV, I cry when Sam has to run an errand, I cry during movies, I cry sometimes when I look at my little girl. I've turned into a big ball of soggy tears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have nap time every day. For a few hours. (If I don't, I'll cry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get overly excited to get out of the house. Once Sam gets home, all I want to do is go someplace, even if it is Walmart. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During one late night feeding, I discovered the joy of Wizards of Waverly Place. And now that is mine and Abby's show we watch together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always have spit up on me, and smell like I do too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love looking at Abby and seeing what parts she has of me and of her daddy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't realize how much my love has expanded far more than I ever thought it could for one precious little girl and a very wonderful husband. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Yfj7eZOnJo/Tkifh8GPCMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7iBWQym_-o0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Yfj7eZOnJo/Tkifh8GPCMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7iBWQym_-o0/s400/013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4043015663155942425?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4043015663155942425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/since-becoming-mom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4043015663155942425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4043015663155942425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/since-becoming-mom.html' title='Since becoming a mom...'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEfcyq-DYQA/TkifG3IRR5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/_5FBz19oOk8/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7646417256920598590</id><published>2011-08-04T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:59:59.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>Our little Abbigale turned two whole weeks today! These have been the best two weeks of my life. Even if she does prefer the night life. We sure do enjoy our late night shows, the most recent being Wizards of Waverly Place. I know. Don't judge. Instead, for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of two week old Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G8Bdz7qU28/TjtqX6qFsGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qHl9Yx-0EXc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G8Bdz7qU28/TjtqX6qFsGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qHl9Yx-0EXc/s400/002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't she adorable. I do declare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7646417256920598590?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7646417256920598590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7646417256920598590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7646417256920598590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G8Bdz7qU28/TjtqX6qFsGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qHl9Yx-0EXc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1850579099719563914</id><published>2011-07-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:08:44.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then Along Comes Baby.</title><content type='html'>She is finally here!! Abbigale Mae Tappana was born July 21, 2011 after about 14 hours of labor and about an hour and 40 minutes of pushing. She was 8 lbs, 2 oz, and 20 in long. We cannot get enough of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sam can't believe how much we already love this little girl we just met. She has completely stolen our hearts. It is amazing how our priorities have suddenly changed. It went from everything being just about us. We left the house when we wanted to, we came home when we wanted to, we only had each other to goo over. Then we brought a baby home and of course everything is about her. We went on our first real outing today to target. We wanted to leave about 1:30 and didn't leave until about 3. Everything is so much more work with the baby!&amp;nbsp; I fed her, then I showered, I had to take a nap (Abby prefers the night life) then I woke up, and between the two of us we changed her poopy diaper 3 times in a row, feed her again, finish getting ready, gather her things, change her again and finally we were out!! It's crazy but wonderful!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed she is already all we talk about!! "Abby did this" or "Abby did that." We also admit we are becoming facebook baby junkies...updating our statuses and putting up lots of pictures. Don't worry, I can probably already fill up a whole other album. But I'm holding off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are totally and completely taken with our little girl. We just look at her and synchronize our "ooohs" and "aaahs. (for example, at Target today she moved or did something stinking cute and we both went crazy!) I constantly hear Sam just talking to her and he always wants to hold her. It is so cute I can't even explain. I truly do love him even more than I did a few days ago. He is a wonderful dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous about becoming a mother and I was worried about mine and Sams life being so different and tied down to a baby, all the spontaneity gone. And though we can't just leave the house if we decide to do something in less than an hour, these past 4 days of motherhood have been the best and most rewarding 4 days of my life. I wouldn't change it for the world. I love my little family so much. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now enjoy these pictures. I'll hold back a bit, don't worry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh0IobeQr2k/Ti4RXLekjhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kWLOog1CEb8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh0IobeQr2k/Ti4RXLekjhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kWLOog1CEb8/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby sleeping on daddy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6P_o-w8I1tY/Ti4RcwsVevI/AAAAAAAAAiY/7NW4rkHlZxY/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6P_o-w8I1tY/Ti4RcwsVevI/AAAAAAAAAiY/7NW4rkHlZxY/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wide awake with no chance of going to sleep at 3:30&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHLVWHLZa-g/Ti4RixyvSQI/AAAAAAAAAic/T7mS7zVo1hk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHLVWHLZa-g/Ti4RixyvSQI/AAAAAAAAAic/T7mS7zVo1hk/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her feet!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irggeheNSO0/Ti4RpqUt1EI/AAAAAAAAAig/1qc9_hmgoWs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irggeheNSO0/Ti4RpqUt1EI/AAAAAAAAAig/1qc9_hmgoWs/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INnnLtNOtls/Ti4RxaomCAI/AAAAAAAAAik/oBWjLcKH1IM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INnnLtNOtls/Ti4RxaomCAI/AAAAAAAAAik/oBWjLcKH1IM/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eErakQb9hyM/Ti4R39kuCvI/AAAAAAAAAio/azid2GEBNd4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eErakQb9hyM/Ti4R39kuCvI/AAAAAAAAAio/azid2GEBNd4/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy with my new family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zFD_TJasgk/Ti4R9qcTE1I/AAAAAAAAAis/5lUev-m-kC8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zFD_TJasgk/Ti4R9qcTE1I/AAAAAAAAAis/5lUev-m-kC8/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gets this face after she eats.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I am the luckiest gal in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1850579099719563914?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1850579099719563914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/then-along-comes-baby.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1850579099719563914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1850579099719563914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/then-along-comes-baby.html' title='Then Along Comes Baby.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh0IobeQr2k/Ti4RXLekjhI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kWLOog1CEb8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5420383788111053926</id><published>2011-07-14T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T05:36:07.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Is Gunna Be WICKED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zXMW5-ttys/Th7iYleETAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/riMPAdn8BI4/s1600/Wicked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zXMW5-ttys/Th7iYleETAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/riMPAdn8BI4/s400/Wicked.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ0KOk81Arg/Th7ick9hhYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-INBlPhIrE4/s1600/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ0KOk81Arg/Th7ick9hhYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-INBlPhIrE4/s400/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But tomorrow...we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5420383788111053926?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5420383788111053926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/tonight-is-gunna-be-wicked.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5420383788111053926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5420383788111053926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/tonight-is-gunna-be-wicked.html' title='Tonight Is Gunna Be WICKED!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zXMW5-ttys/Th7iYleETAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/riMPAdn8BI4/s72-c/Wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-3929677914283867543</id><published>2011-07-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:19:32.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_VEHFVysjU/Thp2AWOLh7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/cVnBP5eMh88/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_VEHFVysjU/Thp2AWOLh7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/cVnBP5eMh88/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm almost busting out of this shirt!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blExEYtglx8/Thp2R-CRuvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/luFePnpjbsc/s1600/23+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blExEYtglx8/Thp2R-CRuvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/luFePnpjbsc/s1600/23+weeks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;23 weeks. And I thought I was showing at this point...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well there you have it, me at 38 weeks. Hopefully this is my last update! My due date is 13 days away!! I can't believe we are going to have a BABY soon. It is such a surreal feeling. For the past 38 weeks, we knew we were having a baby, we knew it was coming in July, but we also knew we had time. And now here we are, so so close. We don't have very much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, same old same old is happening with me. I'm getting bigger, puffier, and sweatier. My morning sickness seems to have come back a little bit...which is the worst. Lucky it isn't every day. Well I take that back. I'm nauseous almost every morning, but typically it goes away, especially if I drink something fizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to have zero energy after work. Actually, I have zero energy during work. I have trouble getting off furniture. And I have trouble staying away from treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sleeping pretty ok and I'm basically comfortable when I go to sleep. Some nights my mind won't shut down so I can't go to sleep for hours. Other nights I go right to sleep. All nights I still wake up 3-4 times to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much progress with the baby. I was hardly doing anything at my last doctors appointment. Thankfully, in talking to my sisters, that doesn't necessarily mean anything. The best news the doctor gives me is that I'm still very healthy and Abby has a strong heartbeat. I am hoping she starts to have a strong desire to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSoFSayx-6g/Thp5J8_dhLI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Itn7KG7B2Hk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSoFSayx-6g/Thp5J8_dhLI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Itn7KG7B2Hk/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kP0QSowPC6I/Thp5TdvqISI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wO2TpVJteMk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kP0QSowPC6I/Thp5TdvqISI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wO2TpVJteMk/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyday Sam is getting more excited. He set up our crib the other day and he was just so happy. He loves to see Abby go crazy in my tummy He is so sweet about it!! And above all, when I feel not cute, he still thinks I am and lets me know. And that means a lot. I can't wait to see him hold our little girl. And I can't wait to meet her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-3929677914283867543?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/3929677914283867543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/38-weeks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3929677914283867543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3929677914283867543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_VEHFVysjU/Thp2AWOLh7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/cVnBP5eMh88/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-3123647849345301772</id><published>2011-07-05T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:15:56.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter of a Century and Basically a Mom.</title><content type='html'>What a weekend. What a fantastic/awesome/tiring weekend. So much went on that this 37 week pregnant gal is suffering from the sleepies today. But it was totally worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started Friday after work. They have free movies at the Capital on Fridays this summer and before the show started, Allred played. Which was awesome. So me and Sam went to Crown Burger after work and then had a picnic at the Capital while we waited for Allred to come on and the movie to start. It was quite nice minus the blazing sun (we finally got in the shade) and the fact I had to walk BFE uphill to the bathroom. And it didn't even put me into labor. For shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kil626F3qc0/ThPCgE84XlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5xozd301P3g/s1600/P1050509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kil626F3qc0/ThPCgE84XlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5xozd301P3g/s320/P1050509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAuzsDSUP3g/ThPCMDRKV-I/AAAAAAAAAho/TjNaBl3h8r4/s1600/P1050506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAuzsDSUP3g/ThPCMDRKV-I/AAAAAAAAAho/TjNaBl3h8r4/s320/P1050506.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eKfeUxU5WY/ThPDKU1bZXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Zb6AnghHN1g/s1600/P1050514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eKfeUxU5WY/ThPDKU1bZXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Zb6AnghHN1g/s200/P1050514.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get many pictures before my camera died.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Saturday was a fantastic day of my birth. I woke up to Sam saying he'd be right back. He ran and got me a bagel and flowers and a sweet card and let me open my first present, the new Death Cab for Cutie CD. (which I actually don't have yet. It is being shipped.) After breakfast I cleaned the house while he worked on the nursery (nope...still not done for those of you wondering) I then got ready and headed to my in-laws for an awesome shower put together by my step-mom Nonie and my two awesome sister-in-laws Ashley and Kari. Thanks again girls, it was the best!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LS-l9fKiKJE/ThPDcKBwMkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zbrtaV-GaDk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LS-l9fKiKJE/ThPDcKBwMkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zbrtaV-GaDk/s200/002.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oinking the free dessert&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After the shower, I got home and Sam took me to Olive Garden and gave me my last present, a gift card for a pedicure for my poor puffy feet. Can't wait to use it! We also got free dessert seeing as Sams cousin works there. Score!! (husband has a knack for knowing people. The last two trips to OG he's gotten us free dessert) then we went and bought goodies and then went to see X-Men. Awesome movie. Better than I thought it would be!! It was a fantastic birthday. Thank you to my Sam for making it so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th was another fun filled day. We spent the morning/afternoon in the mountains relaxing with my family, then went to see the fireworks at Sugarhouse Park that night. Which was way fun until we got stuck in traffic for just about an hour and almost ran out of gas. And then got home after midnight and I still needed to eat (silly little girl making me so hungry) and then when I got to bed, FIREWORKS started going off. (These new legal fireworks are driving me crazy) But despite that, still very fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQsTTCeYR14/ThPEKsFdpNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/t73fXuLrTyg/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQsTTCeYR14/ThPEKsFdpNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/t73fXuLrTyg/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crowd at Sugarhouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-3123647849345301772?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/3123647849345301772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/quarter-of-century-and-basically-mom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3123647849345301772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3123647849345301772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/quarter-of-century-and-basically-mom.html' title='Quarter of a Century and Basically a Mom.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kil626F3qc0/ThPCgE84XlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5xozd301P3g/s72-c/P1050509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1966954608124718999</id><published>2011-07-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:06:50.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentleman, the month you've all been waiting for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm5anqdzS5s/Tg5C-637YPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/khkotdlwdhM/s1600/Robin_sparkles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm5anqdzS5s/Tg5C-637YPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/khkotdlwdhM/s200/Robin_sparkles.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;July!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's FINALLY here. I remember back in November that&amp;nbsp;July seemed like a life time away, and now here we are, enjoying this perfect first of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This whole month is a big big month for us Tappana's. Not just for the obvious, but of course that makes this month even bigger. But let's start at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1st: Canada Day. Yes. I am excited about this holiday, mostly because a)it's a day before my birthday and b) Robin Sparkles said it best when she exclamed "I'm gonna rock your body till Canada Day."and c) my little brother in law is serving in Canada, so I figure I should celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;July 2nd: The day my parents life changed forever...for the better might I add. The day this little charmer, I speak of myself of course, came into their lives. The day my brothers and sister got the best gift anyone could ever give them, the cutest little sister in the world. It wasn't until I was born, that my family of 6 was complete. It was a happy birthday indeed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th: America's birthday. Yes, I was lucky enough to be born near America's birthday, which makes me feel like my birthday celebration lasts for days!&amp;nbsp;(of course, I'm just a little less cool than my sister in law Kari who was born on this day). The 4th of July has to be one of my favorite holidays: BBQ's, mountains, water parties, FIREWORKS, junk food. And no work. Best. Summer holiday. EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rb07gkhMxQw/Tg5CNGVfxgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w0szbmM0zhs/s1600/Potty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rb07gkhMxQw/Tg5CNGVfxgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/w0szbmM0zhs/s200/Potty.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 15th: The day all of us Harry Potter fans have been waiting for. The day the last movie comes out. On the one hand, we finally get to see how it ends (even though the folks who have read it already know how it ends, but now we get to SEE it.) On the other hand, this is it. No more books, no more movies. Harry Potter will soon become a thing of the past like Lord Of The Rings. (doesn't mean it will be less cool though). Bittersweet really. That's what I hate about bittersweet chocolate. I don't even...what's the point of that? Why not just sweet? Who are you helping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;July 23rd: The day our daughter is due. The day that makes everything else big in this month, a little less big. Yes, this is more big even than my birthday AND the last Harry Potter movie. I'm talking about having a kid here!! A real-life all my very own little baby girl. Sam and I have to take care of this little girl. She will be 100% completely and totally dependent on us. We feed her, we change her, we put her to sleep, we bath her. We are becoming parents! She is ours FOREVER!! Pretty heavy if you ask me. And also pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;July 24th: Second best Holiday in July. More BBQ's, more mountain time, more water parties, more junk food, more fireworks. Though maybe this year i'll be sitting this holiday out. Still love it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And lastly, I can't forget to mention July 31st: The day the second most important boy in my life made his entrance into this world.(Sam is the first FYI)&amp;nbsp;The day 'The Boy Who Lived' was born. That's right, I speak of Harry James Potter. Because of his birth, my nose got sucked so far into a book for the first time in my life. Sure, I read and enjoyed books before, but never with any other book before this did&amp;nbsp;one completely caputre my whole imagination. And has kept my imagination going ever since. Thank you JK Rowling, for making Harry's birthday in such a fantastic month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1966954608124718999?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1966954608124718999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/ladies-and-gentleman-month-youve-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1966954608124718999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1966954608124718999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/07/ladies-and-gentleman-month-youve-all.html' title='Ladies and Gentleman, the month you&apos;ve all been waiting for...'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gm5anqdzS5s/Tg5C-637YPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/khkotdlwdhM/s72-c/Robin_sparkles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2162932933850859325</id><published>2011-06-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:39:29.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Today started out as a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I threw up before leaving for work.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my brand-new $8 sun glasses were broken.&lt;br /&gt;A work project ended up being a huge headache.&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the early lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I had to deal with dummy face ALL DAY&lt;br /&gt;I almost threw up after work again&lt;br /&gt;My head has been pounding since work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got home to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;He let me cry for no reason without asking why &lt;br /&gt;He let me sleep&lt;br /&gt;He ran to the store for me&lt;br /&gt;He bought me popsicles and a Sobe&lt;br /&gt;He made me French toast for dinner just because I saw a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now he is mowing the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do have a good husband.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my days isn't terrible after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2162932933850859325?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2162932933850859325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2162932933850859325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2162932933850859325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6967294377359396694</id><published>2011-06-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:48:26.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Bump Grows On</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HBzkOAMj3Y/TgQGy8rhzyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uDegA5h9Tc0/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HBzkOAMj3Y/TgQGy8rhzyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uDegA5h9Tc0/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;36 weeks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today, June 23, means I only have 1 more month exactly until my due date! I can't believe it's coming up so soon, and yet seems so far away. Lately I have gotten just so so excited. For a bit there, I was worried. We have had a lot to work out with money and working and sitters. But thankfully, after many tears, prayers, and&amp;nbsp;pondering,&amp;nbsp;we have worked out a budget, figured out a work schedule for me, and got us some babysitters (thanks so much Kari and Chelsea!) With all that stress figured out I feel so relieved and blessed and can enjoy the last few weeks of my pregnancy with Sam and our household projects. I just want to thank my Heavenly Father, for guiding and directing&amp;nbsp;me and Sam in figuring out what is best for our soon to be little family of 3. I truly know He is watching out for us. I work with a lady from Costa Rica and she said that they have a phrase there&amp;nbsp;that translates to something like "babies are blessings and will come with bread" meaning we are doing what we need to be doing at this time in our life. We will be blessed for listening to the spirit&amp;nbsp;and having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, here is the happenings with me and Abbie at 36 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ujMkYiUAnM/TgQGc2h_C0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/6Ytg_NFb3S8/s1600/mail.google.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ujMkYiUAnM/TgQGc2h_C0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/6Ytg_NFb3S8/s1600/mail.google.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet are getting more and more puffy, depending on how long I stand for and how warm it is. I don't have many shoes I'm comfortable in anymore because they don't fit on my feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ankles are actually cankles now. They have their own fat rolls. My dear little 11 year old niece put it best when, after looking at my ankles, exclaimed: "It's true. Pregnant ladies do have big ankles." Oh bless her cute 11 year old head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abbie just LOVES to wiggle. At night I just sit and watch my belly move. It's incredible to know that my baby is doing it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been craving sweets like no other: chocolate, smores, Riesens, Eclairs, ice cream, caramel. If it's sweet, I'll eat it. I also have been craving anything wet and cold (and sweet) like soda and slurpees.And cantaloupe and honey dew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have now started sweating for no reason and thus have brought a fan to work. It helps so much. Also, I have started bringing deodorant too...just in case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get encouraging "I know how you feel" smiles from ladies everywhere. Some just smile as if to say "you look ready to pop, keep swimming" (in my own sweat I'm sure) and others will ask when I'm do. I'll tell them, and they will give me a sympathetic groan, and then that smile I have come to love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've noticed I get more winded at the littlest things. Like when I try to sing along to my music&amp;nbsp;or when I try and chew my food&amp;nbsp;and breath at the same time. That can be tricky, especially when I add talking to that game!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor husband can't cuddle with me at night anymore. A girl needs her space. One such night, he was cold so he rolled over to get warm and cuddle with me (because I am the one that needed the fan on full blast and the windows open and only a sheet on the bed, thus freezing him out) and I made him roll to the other side of the bed. Which he did without complaint by the way, that's just who he is. In my defense though, I didn't know he was cold, I just thought he was being a bed hog (which he has done before)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of sleeping though, for the most part I still sleep pretty comfortable and good. I get up 3-5 times a night to pee, but usually I can find a comfortable position and fall right back to sleep. I feel very fortunate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My energy is waning once more. After work I'm just pooped, and on the weekends I can only work on the house/yard so much before I am sapped of all energy. (how will i stay up till 3 to watch HP? oh don't worry, I've got a plan) but this sleepiness interferes with doing important things like finish up the nursery. Yikes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All in all though, I am doing pretty good, considering I am 9 months pregnant!! Abbie is growing nice and healthy, and Sam can't wait to become a dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Monday was just like Christmas! Work was extra slow so I browsed the KSL classifieds and hit the mother-load!! I found a changing table for $10 and (drum roll please) a dishwasher for $FREE!! Thanks to my brother for helping us get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to paint the changing table white and we still need to get a part for our dishwasher so it can hook up to our sink, and I have to clean both&amp;nbsp;but I am one happy little toaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6967294377359396694?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6967294377359396694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-bump-grows-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6967294377359396694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6967294377359396694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-bump-grows-on.html' title='And The Bump Grows On'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HBzkOAMj3Y/TgQGy8rhzyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/uDegA5h9Tc0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-665228836070008999</id><published>2011-06-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:39:07.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy-To-Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-445x4IeNbgA/Tf6wosZ6tYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JHgImFSgoOU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-445x4IeNbgA/Tf6wosZ6tYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JHgImFSgoOU/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just wanted to say Happy Fathers Day to my Baby Daddy!! In 5 more weeks, he will be a real dad and he will make such an awesome one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to feel baby girl wiggle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is working so hard on the nursery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is starting to have dreams about Abbie and it's making him excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He let me eat part of his chocolate he got in church today because Abbie has a sweet tooth that rivals Willy Wonka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Abbie comes during Harry Potter, or at if I go into labor sometime soon after, he is willing to possibly name her Abbigale Hermione. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He already sacrifices so much time to support our little family to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is already the best husband to me, so of course he'll be the best daddy to his little girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is already wrapped around his little finger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Happy (almost) Fathers Day Sam. I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-665228836070008999?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/665228836070008999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddy-to-be.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/665228836070008999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/665228836070008999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddy-to-be.html' title='Daddy-To-Be'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-445x4IeNbgA/Tf6wosZ6tYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JHgImFSgoOU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6342212336737667014</id><published>2011-06-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:21:03.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><content type='html'>Well folks, the husband and I just have 6 more weeks until the baby comes. (hopefully, she isn't stubborn and comes late.) With 6 more weeks, we really are on the count down. And we still have SO much to do. In fact, every weekend from here on out to my due-date is booked solid. It freaks me out just a bit, seeing as we are all the sudden so busy and yet have a 'to do' list that just seems to keep growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with 6 more weeks don't you worry, Sam and I have a fun countdown we started last week (back when I had 7 weeks left) to watch a Harry Potter Movie a week until the blessed day. And that will refresh Sam's memory (because who are we kidding, my memory of HP needs no reminding) just in time for the second half of the 7th movie. It comes out just one week before Abbie is supposed to come. But I have a secret plan. Abbie is going to be a HP&amp;nbsp;nerd just like her mommy so come the 15th of July when I'm watching Harry Potter, Abbie will just be so beyond thrilled, she'll come a week early. I have proof of this too for one day I was watching the Harry Potter trailer, and she started kicking me very hard as if to tell me "Mama, someday I'll go to Hogwarts just like you." Oh that already nerdy child of mine. How I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZIrey8XYzg/TfbeTN7vvyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KA71UOdxYNw/s1600/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZIrey8XYzg/TfbeTN7vvyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KA71UOdxYNw/s320/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In other news, with 6 more weeks, Sam and I only have that amount of time to just be us. Basically 5 more weekends (since this one has passed.) and this past weekend we made the best of it. Except for on Friday, when I was so puffy and hot, that I was a &lt;strike&gt;tad&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;on the grumpy side. But we did eat at Moochies that day. And of course, I got my sandwich (a ham and swiss) but oinkily lusted&amp;nbsp;after Sams (philly cheese steak) which may or may not have made me grumpier. Oh and never mind that we were invited over to &lt;a href="http://brigham%20and%20kari%27s/"&gt;Brigham and Kari's&lt;/a&gt; for S'mores and we got home late and I couldn't find my pants so instead I pouted on my bed. Don't worry. I have paid dearly for being such a grumpy guss by dreaming about S'mores and now I will crave them 24/7 until I get them. But after Friday, the weekend got fantastic. Saturday we went to a funeral of Sam's great aunt Elsie. I didn't know her at all, but she seemed like a wonderful woman and I can't wait to meet her in the next life. Afterwards, we went with the Tappana Clan to my favorite place, The Olive Garden. And besided two drinks being spilled (one of those drinks into my raviollie de portablello) it was an tons of fun!! And not to mention, I oinked my weight in breadsticks and salad. And drank lots of coke. Abbie was having a party in my tummy after that.&amp;nbsp;After&amp;nbsp;lunch, I needed to get me some&amp;nbsp;new sun glasses (since I accidentally sat&amp;nbsp;on mine a week or so before, breaking them&amp;nbsp;of course) and found me the perfect pair for $9! Score!!&amp;nbsp;Then we went home with every intention to clean, but instead we found ourselves&amp;nbsp;knocked out in a food coma unitl&amp;nbsp;we went to the Bees game that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was a lot of fun, until they had like 50 extra innings...or just maybe 3. But I just wanted to see the fireworks after. Which they didn't let us go onto the field for but it was still so much fun. I love summer and I love fireworks and I love baseball food. And I love sitting on a blanket, even though at times it got very uncomfortable, with my husband. We are both very excited to have a baby, don't get me wrong, but&amp;nbsp;I'm going to miss having care-free time with just the two of us. I'm thankful we had as long as we have had though. It's been wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DqOh8blQLI/Tfbf9j7wsSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zt5iQkQSv00/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DqOh8blQLI/Tfbf9j7wsSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zt5iQkQSv00/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note new $9 sun glasses&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LP1ho2hIbY/TfbgH3DUoTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tvDsV9dvzbk/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LP1ho2hIbY/TfbgH3DUoTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tvDsV9dvzbk/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stud&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9dI2H6WMWE/TfbgSkAs_tI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZDH5QZ9WaRQ/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9dI2H6WMWE/TfbgSkAs_tI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZDH5QZ9WaRQ/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing like a stadium at night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;And last but not least, Sam and I both got callings in our new ward. He is the second counslor in the Young Mens presidency, and I am the second counslor in the Primary presidency. We are both pretty excited, and it will be nice getting to know more people in the ward. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6342212336737667014?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6342212336737667014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/six.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6342212336737667014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6342212336737667014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZIrey8XYzg/TfbeTN7vvyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KA71UOdxYNw/s72-c/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-100552236055532482</id><published>2011-06-01T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:15:40.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clair In Me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I complain about my pregnancy, how uncomfortable I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry about Abbie temporarily when she isn't wiggling as much.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes food is still gross and makes me sick, and sometimes I worry I'm not eating as nutritionally as I could.&lt;br /&gt;And child birth?&amp;nbsp;Forget it!! I can't even think about it, it terrifies me so. &lt;br /&gt;But I need to remember Clair. &lt;br /&gt;Her baby survived a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;Clair lived off of who knows what to eat on the Island.&lt;br /&gt;Clair didn't have a nice bed or chair to get more comfortable on.&lt;br /&gt;Clair even got taken for a while by some nutcase, and both survived.&lt;br /&gt;And she delivered a baby, on an island with no medicine. An island isn't the cleanest place one could birth a baby.&lt;br /&gt;All that and&amp;nbsp;Clair's baby was fine.&amp;nbsp;And so was Clair.&amp;nbsp;(so far anyway from where I am in Lost. Don't spoil anything.)&lt;br /&gt;So if Clair can do it, so can I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JT2T2Sb2_D4/Tebxf4Z358I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8zc2R3JFbYs/s1600/Clair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JT2T2Sb2_D4/Tebxf4Z358I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8zc2R3JFbYs/s320/Clair.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Lost just started getting really exciting. So it's on my mind...a little.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-100552236055532482?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/100552236055532482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/clair-in-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/100552236055532482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/100552236055532482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/06/clair-in-me.html' title='The Clair In Me'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JT2T2Sb2_D4/Tebxf4Z358I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8zc2R3JFbYs/s72-c/Clair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5055331413143971577</id><published>2011-05-26T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:32:03.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTsK6DJTGt8/Td8BRYgskrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/79UJER6ihXk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTsK6DJTGt8/Td8BRYgskrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/79UJER6ihXk/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There it is, The 32 week bump. I only have about EIGHT WEEKS LEFT!! I can't believe I'll soon be holding my baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's whats going on with me at 32 weeks of pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got heartburn medication from my doctor and I've been living heartburn free for over a week now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't throw up in I think 4 weeks now? I'm not keeping track anymore seeing as last time I ruined my streak I was very upset. I still get sick and gaggy in the morning, but for the most part I'm doing great! (knock wood)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to my excess of puffiness, I can no longer wear my ring. I'm very sad about that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXZZIfPSCo/Td8BbvzMjeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S2QuxQeEGg4/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXZZIfPSCo/Td8BbvzMjeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S2QuxQeEGg4/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what my feet and legs look like every day after work.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's getting uncomfortable to stand too long...or to sit too long...or to lay too long...basically I'm starting to get really uncomfortable all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam thinks it's funny to watch me get off our couch or the floor. And I think it's funny too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still am eating tons of cereal: breakfast and night time snack.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of eating, before I was pregnant my one dream was to be able to use my belly as a table. And that time is now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tykEFWEMDuA/Td8Bmvm_1TI/AAAAAAAAAg8/o0yuZOjE-0k/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tykEFWEMDuA/Td8Bmvm_1TI/AAAAAAAAAg8/o0yuZOjE-0k/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberries with sugar, a delicacy for a pregnant girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now have doctors appointments every two weeks, so things are really counting down. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get pretty winded doing simple things, such as walking up a slight incline, changing laundry, getting dressed, putting on my socks. You know, daily activities is all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abbie (we changed her shortened spelling we think.) loves to wiggle and kick, particularly my right side and now she is finding my ribs. I love watching my tummy move and poke around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may or may not almost pee my pants (or pee a little) when I cough, sneeze, gag, or laugh. And I am known to get up at least 4 times a night to use the bathroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think at 8 months pregnant, things are going pretty good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5055331413143971577?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5055331413143971577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/32-weeks-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5055331413143971577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5055331413143971577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/32-weeks-and-counting.html' title='32 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTsK6DJTGt8/Td8BRYgskrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/79UJER6ihXk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8681498316430799162</id><published>2011-05-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:13:47.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Married: 2 Years and Counting.</title><content type='html'>Warning: this post will contain major sap. But it being about my dashingly good-looking husband and our anniversary, I think this sap it justified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great Two-year Anniversary. We decided to go all out, even though we are trying to save money for when baby girl gets here. We decided it was our last anniversary without babies, so we would do something special. So&amp;nbsp;I (it was my turn to plan this year)&amp;nbsp;booked us a room at the Anniversary Inn in Logan. And it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebo7TgkwSN4/TdST1Xpme0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ILiltkvyVdM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebo7TgkwSN4/TdST1Xpme0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ILiltkvyVdM/s200/013.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally booked one of the cheapest rooms I could find, Aphrodite's Court. It was, like I said, one of the cheapest ($99 a night if we booked Sunday thru Thursday). Well a week before our anniversary, I got a call from the Anniversary Inn saying our room was under maintenance, so they could give us any other room for the same rate. So instead, we found ourselves in the Hawaiian Paradise room, originally $199 a night. Boom&amp;nbsp;UPGRADE!! And we were not disappointed in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaWoJ4i9WaE/TdSXiYIBGII/AAAAAAAAAgw/QSByE9LyTFY/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaWoJ4i9WaE/TdSXiYIBGII/AAAAAAAAAgw/QSByE9LyTFY/s200/034.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday we packed up our things and headed to Logan for one of the best weekends we've had in a very long time. After check in, we exchanged gifts. Sam got me the cutest purse and earrings. He picked them out himself, and did a fantastic job. And since I live for purses, I was super excited. He done good. I got him a camcorder. I decided it was a good present for a future dad, and really, it's for both of us. He loved it. I was worried I was buying it for me and giving it to him (because I've wanted one forever before we have a baby) but I was pleased to know that he does love it. The rest of the time, we just relaxed, played in the awesome shower and HUGE jet tub, and enjoyed our complimentary cheesecake and sparkling apple cider. In the morning we had a yummy breakfast delivered to our door. I felt like we were on our honeymoon all over again. Except thankfully on our honeymoon I wasn't so big with child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C299NVGqvhg/TdSV0RERRcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fRnT4I2F2kI/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C299NVGqvhg/TdSV0RERRcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fRnT4I2F2kI/s200/022.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6jOPr9Uus/TdSWDZrICGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qL_zat3MvSI/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6jOPr9Uus/TdSWDZrICGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qL_zat3MvSI/s200/024.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKO4rozoKEI/TdSVkWK0HGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NNLTM0jeRcw/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKO4rozoKEI/TdSVkWK0HGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NNLTM0jeRcw/s200/029.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we checked out of the room at 2 on Monday, (our actual anniversary) we stopped by our favorite restaurant in Logan, The Bluebird. I got&amp;nbsp;the famous Bluebird Chicken and Sam got a Ruben (death) sandwich. And I suppose we did look like honeymooners, because when I got up to use the bathroom a cute little lady saw my belly and stopped me and said, "I thought you were on your honeymoon, but I guess not!" I told her it was our 2 year anniversary and she congratulated us. But I guess we still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqeYkrq4v8k/TdSW--6bVXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Fj_oXfxkS5o/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqeYkrq4v8k/TdSW--6bVXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Fj_oXfxkS5o/s200/035.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a depressing (on my part) ride home (I didn't want to leave ever) we went to see Source Code. It was a very good movie in my opionion. When we got home from that, we ate left over Bluebird and watched Veronica Mars and Lost, while I slowly got back into reality and did&amp;nbsp;our laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where the sap comes in, the part where I express my undying love to my most wonderful husband. As most of you know, (or all of you...I feel very few people read this blog that wouldn't know) Sam and I have been together for a long time, starting out just as little adolescent teens. I thought dating Sam was fun. And it was. I have very fond memories of being his girlfriend, especially after high school. But nothing compares to what these two years have been. I can't even put into words how much I love my husband, and how much that love grows daily. He makes me laugh, he makes me feel pretty, and he still makes me feel swoony and dizzy when he kisses me. He doesn't care when I cry over dumb things, he'll just sit and comfort me. He has cleaned up my puke from just about anywhere you can imagine, and when I can't sleep because he is breathing heavy or snoring, he'll just go on the couch without complaint. (much to my guilt however.) He is so thoughtful. He is always putting me first, sometimes putting my&amp;nbsp;selfish wants before his own. He is understanding, kind, considerate, and very much a gentleman. And he is the most handsome guy I know. I don't know how I got him. I don't know how I tricked him into loving me back, but the best part is, is that he does. He is the best husband I could ever ask for. He is all that and more. I love you, Samuel James Tappana. I love you more today&amp;nbsp;than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow. I will love you forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I warned you about the sap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-8681498316430799162?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8681498316430799162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/happily-married-2-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8681498316430799162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8681498316430799162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/happily-married-2-years-and-counting.html' title='Happily Married: 2 Years and Counting.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebo7TgkwSN4/TdST1Xpme0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ILiltkvyVdM/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-194874472651983039</id><published>2011-05-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:37:35.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>I was reading the news today and got a little scared/depressed. There are just so many horrible things that go on in this world. Sometimes I get so caught up thinking of the&amp;nbsp;negativity in this world&amp;nbsp;and getting myself worked up in a tizzy, that&amp;nbsp;I forget to look at the good things in this world. And so, I decided to write a blog focusing on the positive things in my life, or in other words, the things I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is a blog of writing about the things I love, if I don't put my dear husband on the first bullet point? Not a very good one. I love Samuel James Tappana. He lifts me up whenever I get feeling blue. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little precious baby girl. I love her already so much. I love her little nudges reminding me she loves me too. I can't wait to see her. (in approx. 10 1/2 weeks!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family. I don't know what I'd do without them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My in-law family. I married into an awesome one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lemon propels. They sure do make the chore of drinking enough water an easy task.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate. I don't need to explain this one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pepcid AC. I take this because of the chocolate, among other foods...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little girl baby clothes. I am all googly over them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreams. I love my dreams. They keep me so entertained at night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purses. I'd buy a new one every week if I could. They always fit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes. Same obsession as purses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Savior, Jesus Christ. How thankful I am for Him. For his sacrifice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm sunny days. We need more of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smells of freshly mown grass, wet cement from sprinklers, and flowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding new blogs to stalk on &lt;strike&gt;busy&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;work days like this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:00. Because then I get off work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekends. (especially this upcoming weekend, being my ANNIVERSARY!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And now I feel much better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-194874472651983039?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/194874472651983039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/194874472651983039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/194874472651983039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-love.html' title='A few of my favorite things.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7141132824107987108</id><published>2011-05-08T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:03:12.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the TV Moms.</title><content type='html'>In honor of it being my first Mothers Day (you can count it when you're pregnant right? I mean I am carrying a cute little baby that gives me heartburn, makes my back ache, and still makes me throw up. I think I deserve recognition no?) I've decided to compose a list of TV moms to teach me how to be the best mom I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fgzqCCnRMI/TcdjUOOowNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PlTBbubNOmU/s1600/GG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fgzqCCnRMI/TcdjUOOowNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PlTBbubNOmU/s200/GG.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First and foremost, one of my favorite TV moms is none other than Lorelai Gilmore. She's got wit, she's got charm, and she's got really good fashion sense. No&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/10333/saturday-night-live-mom-jeans"&gt;Mom Jeans&lt;/a&gt; for her. She raised her daughter Rory from age 16 (not condoning it) all by herself, and heck she did a pretty good job seeing as Rory is the smartest in her class at Stars Hollow High and soon transfers to Chilton, and after high school goes to Yale University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tactics that worked in raising Rory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend first, mom second. But she was a mom when she needed to be. (which was rare seeing as Rory was so good) Obviously this being a fictional show, being a friend more than a mom might not be the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knows how to have a kicken' movie night getting take out and buying junk food, watching some fun movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lorelai knows her pop culture, which really makes her the 'cool mom'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She sacrificed a lot of her time/energy in wanting the best for Rory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntdl5kV94P4/Tcdj0ylurBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MfIuXTp8whY/s1600/Bluth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntdl5kV94P4/Tcdj0ylurBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MfIuXTp8whY/s200/Bluth.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next in line, a mother to idolize, a mother to want to be, a mother only a child can love...and even then that might be stretching it. None other than Lucille Blooth. Probably one of the most horrible mothers there ever was. Manipulative, materialistic, and hyper critical of every member of her family,&amp;nbsp;here are tactics that work for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purposely trying to&amp;nbsp;hit her son&amp;nbsp;Gob with her car on an expired license...then somehow finagling her other son Michael, who got knocked out in the crash, into the drivers side so it look as though he was the one who caused it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because of her manipulative ways, she has dominance over her youngest son Buster, causing him to be unstable, socially inept, and prone to panic attacks. Because of this, Lucille adopts a Korean boy and lets him do things Buster was never allowed, making Buster miserable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constantly making remarks to her daughter Lindsay about how fat she is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeping herself half drunk to escape the demands of her hard motherhood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Oh Lucille, you've just won the award for "Best Mother to NOT Emulate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uenFEMBqZF0/TcdlFSQ5KZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oQlxXhUPFns/s1600/King.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uenFEMBqZF0/TcdlFSQ5KZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/oQlxXhUPFns/s200/King.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thirdly, is &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Mrs. Amanda King,&lt;/span&gt; spy extraordinaire. No kidding. This is a mother to be like. Full time mother, part time secret agent, Amanda will spend the day chasing the bad guy,&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;detonating&amp;nbsp; bombs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and still have dinner on the table by 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What works for her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is always the first person to volunteer at the PTA bake sale. Even if she is in the middle of an important case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She keeps her house in tip top shape, while juggling all her other housewife duties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She always makes sure her sons, Phillip and Jamie, get well-balanced meals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She never misses a baseball game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, if you've never heard of Scarecrow and Mrs. King, you're missing out on great lessons of being a super mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ysg8mmptydg/TcdllFukbgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/rnGlQUCnN9g/s1600/Marie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ysg8mmptydg/TcdllFukbgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/rnGlQUCnN9g/s1600/Marie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last mom to highlight, Marie Barone. She is the matriarch of the Barone family. She is controlling, manipulative, intrusive, and over-nurturing to her favorite son Raymond. She is a fantastic housewife who exceeds in cooking, cleaning, and all things related into being a mother. And lets her daughter-in-law Debra, know how good she is.&lt;br /&gt;Tactics that work for Marie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like I said, great cook. And she always tells Debra how she isn't a great cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prefers Raymond over Robert. Every mom should have a favorite kid right? Mine will be Abby...until the next one comes. Then who knows. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's always there...constantly. Much to Debra's (and sometimes Ray's) displeasure. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's very dramatic. I think it's a moms right to be dramatic. She did, after all, carry and birth her sons. I plan to be a dramatic mom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7141132824107987108?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7141132824107987108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/ode-to-tv-moms.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7141132824107987108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7141132824107987108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/05/ode-to-tv-moms.html' title='Ode to the TV Moms.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fgzqCCnRMI/TcdjUOOowNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PlTBbubNOmU/s72-c/GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1094331325697299933</id><published>2011-04-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:04:10.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzoZ5Coywmo/Tbym1KNER_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KaU-svSoLuU/s320/P1050383.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bump: 28 weeks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Starting out my 7th month. My belly keeps on ever-growing. It's so weird to me to look in the mirror and see how big my belly is getting. Or looking down and not seeing my feet anymore. (not that I want to. They are becoming puffy) Or when I hug Sam my tummy is just in the way. But I sure do feel pretty cute with it. Most of the time anyway. So in honor of the 7th month of pregnancy, here is a list of things going on with myself and my little Abbigale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like I said, my feet are getting puffy. I noticed earlier this week at work they were puffing over my shoes. Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to go shopping today for new shirts. :) My belly is outgrowing some of the ones I bought at the beginning. (see above for one of my new ones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't get off my couch or floor anymore while looking like a lady at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heartburn is getting worse, but it can still be handled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't thrown up in THREE WEEKS AND 2 DAYS!!! Which is big news. I just hope I didn't jinx myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;strike&gt;thoughtful &lt;/strike&gt;boss told me earlier this week I was starting to waddle. He said it was a compliment though. Um...thank you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abby is kicking really hard. Sam can feel her kick and we can see my tummy moving when she does. Best feeling ever!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We are so excited for her to come. In about 12 more weeks, we are going to have a baby!! Sometimes I think about it and get sooooo excited I can barley stand it! Other times, I get so overwhelmed at the thought that once I have this baby, there is no turning back. She is our responsibility! We can't just give her back, though I know I won't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, congratulations to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://justinandmelissaharrison.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-did-i-swallow-boy.html"&gt;BFF8&lt;/a&gt; Mel and her husband Justin. They just found out they are having a little boy!! It is going to be so much fun having a baby with her!! Abby and&amp;nbsp; &lt;insert boys="" future="" here="" name=""&gt; are going to be the best of friends!!&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1094331325697299933?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1094331325697299933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-7.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1094331325697299933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1094331325697299933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-7.html' title='The Big 7!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzoZ5Coywmo/Tbym1KNER_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KaU-svSoLuU/s72-c/P1050383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4188694476768276799</id><published>2011-04-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:20:33.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgM3FR_L4go/TbeXFuACisI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bSKaXFVOPX8/s1600/Crumbs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgM3FR_L4go/TbeXFuACisI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bSKaXFVOPX8/s200/Crumbs.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't mind the awkward angle...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have a confession. I tend to be a little piggy. Lately, I've noticed when I eat crumbly things such as bread or crackers or chips, usually afterwords, my tummy looks often like this. Many times I haven't noticed and Sam ends up dusting off my large tummy before we go into public.Thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday we had bread and pasta for dinner. And after my bread, I did the usual dusting off before we went and ran our errands. Well in one of the stores we were at, my belly started to itch like crazy. I just figured that it was itching because it often does, as do most pregnant bellies I'm sure. Well this itch kept getting worse and worse, the same spot. I could barley stand it!! It was driving me &lt;i&gt;crazy!! &lt;/i&gt;I wanted to see if it was a particular dry spot or if I had a rash or hives or something that could be causing this weird itch so, as soon as I got to the car, I lifted up my shirt to see what was the matter. As I did so, crumbs slid down my belly. I touched my hand to it and sure enough, my crumbs not only appeared on my shirt, but also down my shirt, causing my horrible itching. Oh boy. &lt;insert here="" piggy="" squeals=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever have an itch that just won't go away, it could be a rash, it could be dry skin, but if you're like me, it's definitely crumbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4188694476768276799?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4188694476768276799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/itch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4188694476768276799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4188694476768276799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/itch.html' title='The Itch'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgM3FR_L4go/TbeXFuACisI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bSKaXFVOPX8/s72-c/Crumbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1900018673878823543</id><published>2011-04-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:29:02.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, you're it!</title><content type='html'>Like a doofus, I forgot to tag people in &lt;a href="http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-things-that-make-you-all-wiser-about.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, so now I shall tag &lt;a href="http://tappana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.brighamandkaritappana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt;, and since she hasn't blogged for so long (I am not sure she even gets on blogger) &lt;a href="http://chelsmcgee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1900018673878823543?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1900018673878823543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/tag-youre-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1900018673878823543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1900018673878823543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6574683990711109665</id><published>2011-04-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:35:26.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Things that make you all the wiser about Moi.</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my &lt;a href="http://justinandmelissaharrison.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-things-you-did-did-not-want-to-know.html"&gt;BFF8 &lt;/a&gt;to do this little dilly. And I must say, I am thrilled. Nay, I am honored. Mostly, I'm just glad I can take up time until I get off work in 40 min. And let me be honest, I LOVE answering quizzes about myself. I am so self absorbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;1 - Dream Job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9MxQ4s1b7X8/TaTz8yRcIiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RMO75pTOJhw/s1600/Dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9MxQ4s1b7X8/TaTz8yRcIiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RMO75pTOJhw/s200/Dance.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always secretly wanted to be a Marine Biologist. I used to play like I had a dolphin named Bubbles that lived in my living room. So, I would love a real life dolphin named Bubbles. Too bad I didn't choose that career path. Instead, I want to be a dance teacher! I love love LOVE dancing. I would love to be a professional dancer (not the kinky type mind you), but since that won't be happening anytime soon, I'll just have to find joy in teaching little girlies how to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;2-Favorite Drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say Cherry Coke. I love it. And I miss it terribly now that I am pregnant and am staying away from caffeine. (although spoiler alert: I have had some while I've been pregnant. And let me tell you, Abby just loves it. I'm teaching my child bad habits already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FhYV99-lzTI/TaT0VDtpXSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ciI6wCX641s/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FhYV99-lzTI/TaT0VDtpXSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ciI6wCX641s/s200/070.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me at 25 weeks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;3 - Most Important Beauty Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a beauty secret, though I wish I did. I like to get my sleep. If I don't, my personality isn't so pretty. I do find though that being pregnant makes me feel pretty. I like the way I look and I like when people ask me when I'm due. Because now it is obvious that I am pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;4 - If you had an all-expenses paid vacation, where would you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go to Germany, Switzerland, and Austria. Also, I'd love to go to South Africa. My Granny is from there and it would be so cool to go and see where she was raised.I would also like to go to New Zealand and walk the path of the Hobbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;5 - If you had 3 wishes, what would they be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would wish that I didn't have to work so much after Abby was born, that my hair would be long and short at will, and that I'd be able to dance everyday! (included in the dance wish, I'd wish Sam would dance with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;6 - If you could have one type of food for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I'd have to say...Olive Garden salad and bread-sticks. If only I could guarantee never getting tired of them. Or Rocky Road ice cream on a sugar cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;7 - What's one talent you wish you had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I was more crafty, and more able to look at something that needs some fixing up and know how to do it. Like my new house. I want to make it more my style, but I'm stumped as to how to do it. Thankfully I have some help with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;8 - Biggest celebrity crushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfe3rEcqdZ8/TaTz_UTeEjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4SuYnpbMcRU/s1600/Potty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfe3rEcqdZ8/TaTz_UTeEjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4SuYnpbMcRU/s200/Potty.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, I don't have very many celebrity crushes. I did when I was younger, but now I really don't. Sure I think some actors are mighty good looking. But mostly I'm not too ga ga over celebrities. Except maybe Harry Potter. But not Daniel Radcliffe, I mean THE Harry Potter. He is a celebrity in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;9 - If you could look into the future, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could pick and choose what I looked at I would. I would see if Abby was a healthy baby. I'd also look to see if my plans went as follows: Sam and I dying together, very old, while holding hands&amp;nbsp;in bed someday. (kinda like The Notebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;10 - What made you start a blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married, so what do you do next when you are married but start a blog right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;11 - What was the happiest day of your life? (and don't say the day you got married or had a kid = lame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAqpam-9hJU/TaT0iFI5QzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/afcA4R9Fpss/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAqpam-9hJU/TaT0iFI5QzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/afcA4R9Fpss/s320/072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The early years: pre-mission&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'd say the day I realized I loved Sam. (this last time we got back together.) He had been chasing me for a few months. I had another boyfriend, but Sam slowly wiggled his way in. He was always there for me, he'd kiss me, even if I didn't want him to. (it sure didn't bother me) he let me cry on his shoulder, he told me he loved me even if I rejected him. He was always there for me. And finally one day we were at my brothers for some sort of game and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew I loved him, and planned to tell him later. So when I dropped him off that night, I got out of my car, we kissed goodnight. Cranberries &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_6ak9CYx48"&gt;Stars&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was playing in the background. I told him I loved him. His eyes bulged twice their size, a smile spread across his face. He hugged me tighter and said he loved me too. It was the best feeling in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;12 - Top 4 book recommendations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Harry Potter of course.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hunger Games.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Host.&lt;br /&gt;4. Clockwork Angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;13 - What's your guilty pleasure movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ZsMVW9sgQ/TaT0CYrkcRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0fh2S3bdJUQ/s1600/Everafter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4ZsMVW9sgQ/TaT0CYrkcRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0fh2S3bdJUQ/s200/Everafter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever After. I could watch this movie over and over again. It is by far my favorite. I always rewind the end when he rescues her and then when she gets her sweet revenge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;14 - What's your worst habit?&lt;/div&gt;Well...where to begin. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. So sue me... No, don't sue me. That is the opposite of the point that I'm trying to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually those are false. I was thinking about this a lot yesterday. (I take my blogging REALLY seriously) and I came up with a few...that led to a whole list. But, I'll just list the few I realized. One of my little bad habits are people watching. I know a lot of people "people watch" but sometimes I go to far. The people I'm watching will catch me often. You'd think that I would stop watching them...but I can't help it and I start to stare at them again. Usually getting caught again. It's an endless cycle. Also, I am purposefully a brat to Sam. For example: he'll ask me to hand him something, by which I'll just look at him all defiant like, and place whatever he is asking for farther away from him. And then I'll smile this horribly bratty smile. He does love me&amp;nbsp;I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;15 - What golden girl would you be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know the Golden Girls. I have never watched an episode in my life so...I have no idea. But that Betty White is sure funny. (is she a Golden Girl?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6574683990711109665?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6574683990711109665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-things-that-make-you-all-wiser-about.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6574683990711109665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6574683990711109665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-things-that-make-you-all-wiser-about.html' title='15 Things that make you all the wiser about Moi.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9MxQ4s1b7X8/TaTz8yRcIiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/RMO75pTOJhw/s72-c/Dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1358211613929383464</id><published>2011-04-06T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:21:04.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Daddy</title><content type='html'>I just want to say how grateful I am for my mommy and daddy. They are such wonderful people. They never think twice about helping one of their children, no matter the stress or burden it might put on them. They do the best they can to be there for us. They have made many sacrifices for all of us kids throughout our lives. They have taught me what it means to be a parent, and that you are never done being one. They have helped us kids with money issues at one time or another, let us in their home if needs be, give us advice on perhaps little issues, helped us with college...anything they can to help us. They even put their needs before ours if that is what needs to be done. And they do it willingly. So thank you mom and dad. I have learned so much through your example. You truly do so much for us kids, and sometimes I don't feel like you get the thanks you deserve. Love you!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1358211613929383464?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1358211613929383464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommy-and-daddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1358211613929383464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1358211613929383464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/04/mommy-and-daddy.html' title='Mommy and Daddy'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5012424559666286990</id><published>2011-03-31T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:02:42.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we said goodbye to this place: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXgnzPIYxB0/TZUCoKFKOFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Zn0kOwUIIqQ/s1600/goobye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590377401374357586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXgnzPIYxB0/TZUCoKFKOFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Zn0kOwUIIqQ/s320/goobye.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And said hello to this place! Our NEW house!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CE3LbwekKVc/TZUCn--gjWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/o3250GAwVoQ/s1600/House%2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590377398393671010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CE3LbwekKVc/TZUCn--gjWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/o3250GAwVoQ/s320/House%2521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We own a house...well ok we have a mortgage, but really, who wants to get technical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent almost the first two years of our married life living downtown. I will miss it so much. We have had a lot of good memories and fun times. It has been an adventure. But there are also things I won't miss so much about downtown. So, to celebrate/reminisce, here is a list of things I'll miss, and things not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I'll miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My big bathroom and walk in closet. The new house, although I love it, doesn't have those...even though I have a TON more room everywhere else!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My red wall. But I will eventually have one again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The swimming pool. I feel like I didn't take nearly enough advantage last summer with it, and now I'll have to pay if I want to swim...which this summer I will probably want to do a lot of seeing as I'll already be whale-like. (joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My walk to work. The park by our house was always so pretty no matter the time of year. And the ducks just came back for the summer. Last summer, there were ducklings that I wanted to snatch. Sam said no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late night walks around town. There was always some place to go, and later at night was more fun. Although Saturday afternoon walks were great too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memory Grove. I love living at the mouth of it. One direction you go, you have city. The other direction, the mountains with the river. I loved peacful walks up there. (But don't go out at night...the vampires come out.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The homeless man who sleeps under a tree in City Creek Park. I could always count on him being right there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living so close to a Temple, and going to church at the JSMB, where you would look at the window and see the Temple. It was nice walking there just to sit and talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ward. I have grown to love my ward so much. More and more young people were moving in and it was great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Avenues Smiths. I love that place!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living close to Temple Square during an event like the Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert or Conference. I always had a parking spot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I won't miss:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tiny closet of an apartment. We didn't have room to store stuff, spiders were lurking around every corner (from the basklisk) and weird black stuff grew on the walls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having a landlord. That will be the BEST!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not worrying about my car being towed. (happend only once, and it was the WORST)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to go to the library with out worrying where I'll park and weather or not I will get pillaged by the people that hang out outside the library. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same thing with the gym, minus the creepy people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having to commute to see family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I for sure won't miss the Walmart. That one is where all the "people of Walmart" pictures are taken I swear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paying for laundry and having to wait for other people to move their laundry before I can do mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to top it off, things I'm excited for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having room to store things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painting/fixing up my NEW house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making Abby's room super cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mowing. I love mowing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being as loud as I want in my house and not worrying about the neighbors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having my own washer/dryer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;TWO toilets. (one full bathroom, one half)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel very blessed to be in a house already. I know that times might get hard. The payment is obviously more then we were paying for rent, but it is sure worth it. I am glad I am able to be in my grandmas house, to keep it in the family. I just feel like her and my grandpa are watching over me even more. I love and miss them, and now I will always have a part of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On other news, I have been craving bright crawlers since MONDAY. I decided last night when I had a dream about eating them, I'd better give in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzs7y0uZwTY/TZUCnls_wCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uAqeOjrIbFA/s1600/igotworms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590377391609331746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzs7y0uZwTY/TZUCnls_wCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uAqeOjrIbFA/s320/igotworms.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so these are in my desk at work. Mostly gone. And I'm enjoying every minute of them. I mean really, if a pregnant girl DREAMS about food, that justifies buying it no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5012424559666286990?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5012424559666286990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/house.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5012424559666286990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5012424559666286990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/house.html' title='HOUSE!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXgnzPIYxB0/TZUCoKFKOFI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Zn0kOwUIIqQ/s72-c/goobye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2964913958951320418</id><published>2011-03-25T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:38:19.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Big" Reason Being Pregnant is Fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZZz9elxsDM/TY0Y-vpqvdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bVPqY8J_Wj8/s1600/Fat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588150178858843602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZZz9elxsDM/TY0Y-vpqvdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bVPqY8J_Wj8/s320/Fat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cute new clothes I get to fashion my baby bump with. Happy 23 weeks to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2964913958951320418?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2964913958951320418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-reason-being-pregnant-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2964913958951320418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2964913958951320418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-reason-being-pregnant-is-fun.html' title='&quot;Big&quot; Reason Being Pregnant is Fun?'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZZz9elxsDM/TY0Y-vpqvdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bVPqY8J_Wj8/s72-c/Fat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8105574153866551440</id><published>2011-03-23T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:09:55.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one baby to rule them all.</title><content type='html'>"Frodo: I can't recall the taste of food...nor the sound of water...nor the touch of grass. I'm...naked in the dark, with nothing, no veil....between me...and the wheel of fire!! I can see him...with my waking eyes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sam: Then let us be rid of it...once and for all! Come on Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you...but I can carry you!"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587398248355987922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kbX6BOBYxY/TYptGoPmAdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/E-5wXCCN018/s320/Frodo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nerd alert! Frodo and I have a bit in common, and perhaps only a nerd like me can see this fact. Dramatic? Yes. But let me 'splain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am not comparing Abbigale to the ring. I don't want to be rid of this little baby that is making me more dramatic by the day. I don't want to toss her into Mount Doom. (I do however want to toss her up and down to make her giggle) So no. I won't be rid of her once and for all. And let's be logical. Sam can't carry me anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is true that I &lt;strong&gt;can &lt;/strong&gt;in fact&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;recall the sound of water and the touch of grass. I am not being ruled by the ring, just a cute little baby. No. These aren't the reasons. So what, may you ask, is the correlation between me and Mr. Frodo? Simply this: I can't recall the taste of food either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember once upon a time when food delighted me. When we would go out to eat and it was the best thing ever. I miss loving Olive Garden breadsticks and salad. I miss hot dogs, steak, FRIES, burgers. I miss making food and enjoying the finished product. I miss when i looked forward to eating my lunch. I miss liking chicken. Now the thought of most food (junk food excluded of course) turns my tummy. I only eat now because I have to, but it's very rare when I finish a meal and am satisfied. I miss enjoying my meals. I can't recall the taste of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to end on a less dramatic note: It's all worth it! My mom bought these cute little bows for her and I got them today! (the only part of my lunch I really enjoyed)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587399778187810258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrGT8EukSRk/TYpufrT7FdI/AAAAAAAAAew/Jqy5pHU_iuQ/s200/Bows.JPG" /&gt;I can't wait till I can put them in her hair. I can't wait to hear her giggle, to feel her move in my arms, to see her smile. Even to comfort her when she cries. I can't wait to see my little Abbigale Naomi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And truthfully...I can't wait to eat.&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/2119203574823097667-8105574153866551440?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8105574153866551440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-baby-to-rule-them-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8105574153866551440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8105574153866551440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-baby-to-rule-them-all.html' title='The one baby to rule them all.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kbX6BOBYxY/TYptGoPmAdI/AAAAAAAAAeo/E-5wXCCN018/s72-c/Frodo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4323167358804116710</id><published>2011-03-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:36:07.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you wish for...</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Sam and I were talking about being sick. We wanted a day where we were just sick enough to stay home from work. A day when we didn't do anything, and we get away with it. A mini vacation day if you will. For some reason, we just wanted to be really sick. I guess an excuse to lay around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we both got our wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit Sam first. Last Monday, he had to go home from work early with what I believe to be the flu. (he thought it was food poisoning) He was so miserable all day long, not being able even to sleep. He asked me"why did I wish to be sick." By Tuesday he was alright at back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me. It walloped me. It laughed at me in the face. Yesterday I woke up feeling sick, but I just thought it was morning sickness. As the morning went on, I was feeling worse and worse, finally throwing up in my garbage can at my desk. Thinking that would be the end of it (as it usually is with morning sickness) I continued to work, and continued to feel like crap. Finally, I asked my boss to go home and by that time I was miserable. I couldn't keep my food down, I had a fever, and I ached everywhere. It's continued on today. Not as bad granted, but boy, I got it good. And just like Sam, I asked myself "Why did I wish to be sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be careful what you wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4323167358804116710?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4323167358804116710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4323167358804116710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4323167358804116710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be careful what you wish for...'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6186503049581520788</id><published>2011-03-10T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:34:22.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair: The Bane of my Existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faaNz2uibE0/TXlenkSDxPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2RIPj-oOdXI/s1600/Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582597246949770482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faaNz2uibE0/TXlenkSDxPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2RIPj-oOdXI/s320/Hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hair. I have always had an image in my mind of what I wanted my hair to look like. I have tired to do various hairstyles. I've tried growing it out. I've tried keeping it short. I've thinned it, I've dyed it, I've flipped it, I've curled it. And I've come to the conculsion that my hair has a mind of it's own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh sure, somtimes it actually goes the way I want it to and those times I truly do love it. Take my hairstyle Tuesday. It was fantastic. But for the most part, I greatly dislike my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am in the process of growing out my hair. I don't know why I do this to myself except I'm sick of having the same ol' short hair do all the time. It is at that awkward "I do what I want when I want" length. I simply tried to straighten it this morning. It looked great for about 10 minutes, then I left the house and lo and behold it turned scraggly, therefore making me feel very frumpy and beraggled today. Is it too much to ask for to have beautiful hair much like this?: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582593588185064898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DeycgAa5Js/TXlbSmUk5cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ri6BU0rNjrw/s320/Hair%2B2.jpg" /&gt;I dream of long locks of beautiful hair. Like my BFF8's hair. I have ALWAYS been very jealous of her hair. It's so pretty and always looks fantastic. She curls it, she straightens it, she pulls it up. And never once has it looked bad. And it will probably look even better seeing as she is now preggers. (Sooooo extreamly happy for her!!!) So here's to your hair Mel. My dream hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582596297446659154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAgKp4VYNQY/TXldwTG4FFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RVqmK24pBWE/s320/Mel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't she Purdy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So here is a plea: what can I do to my hair till it gets past this awkward and very annoying stage? Pulling it up all the time would be nice...if I knew how to pull it up without acutally having a ponytale at all times. My hair has never looked great in a pony. Go figure. Any tips will help. Or I just might shave it off. Or probably not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6186503049581520788?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6186503049581520788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair-bane-of-my-existence.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6186503049581520788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6186503049581520788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair-bane-of-my-existence.html' title='Hair: The Bane of my Existence.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-faaNz2uibE0/TXlenkSDxPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/2RIPj-oOdXI/s72-c/Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4161376950577647411</id><published>2011-03-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:52:54.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Weeks and a Baby Girl Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--84q3mv3iyQ/TXV9YhzYvtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nHjls_EIKO4/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--84q3mv3iyQ/TXV9YhzYvtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nHjls_EIKO4/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581505173539831506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada! Me at 20 weeks. I have made it halfway. I'm slowly starting to feel better. Slowly being the key word. I hope though that the next 20 weeks, no more throw up for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, you all obvioulsy know that Sam and I are having a baby girl! We are so thrilled. I wanted a girl so very bad. (but really, I knew all along it was a girl. Mothers intuition I suppose.) Sam wanted a boy, but he was very excited when he found out she is a girl and he gets more and more excited every day! Sam has always been super cute with little girls. He loves the nieces on both sides (and of course the 3 nephews we have too.) He is going to be a great dad to our little Abbigale. Yesterday our nephew Ammon was blessed and it was the first time we were with kids since we found out we were having a little Abby. He went picture crazy as our niece Lydia was opening her birthday presents. He is super cute with her and her cousin Emery. It made me so happy to see him playing with them and made it more real. In July, he will have his own little girl to play with. He is going to be such a wonderful dad. I can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby, you continue being a good little girl while you're cooking. And keep those little wiggles coming. They make me feel so close to you my little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already love her so much. More than I ever thought was possible. Back in my pre-pregnant days, I didn't know how much you loved the little thing inside until I experienced it. I always thought the real love came after. But I was so wrong. I love Abby more and more every day, and I can't wait to meet her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4161376950577647411?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4161376950577647411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-weeks-and-baby-girl-too.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4161376950577647411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4161376950577647411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-weeks-and-baby-girl-too.html' title='20 Weeks and a Baby Girl Too!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--84q3mv3iyQ/TXV9YhzYvtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nHjls_EIKO4/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7006872170975481820</id><published>2011-03-03T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:21:20.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married to an old man...</title><content type='html'>I am not good at planning things. For some reason, it stresses me out more than it should. I like the after fact of planning things, I like when they go smoothly, but I just am not a good planner. So you can imagine how now that my mind is even more jumbled, I just couldn't wrap my it around planning something. I know. Worst Wife Ever. So to make things easier on me, and make it seem like I really thought things through, we decided to go to St. Geroge for his big day and made a fun weekend out of it. It was a much needed little get away!! Here are some highlighs of the weekend: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snacking, sleeping, and gabbing Sam's ear off on the way down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stopping in Cedar to have lunch with Jessica P. Stoneman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding out our hotel room was a lot cooler than we thought it would be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072438372685026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFwVHeVRUYw/TXBmUXYm1OI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zPdy2-diUxY/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying myself a swimming suit on HIS bithday (It was on sale!! I already mentioned I was the worst wife ever)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the whole pool to ourselves the first night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in everyday. (though not as late as I would have hoped....they stopped the breakfast at 9)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting hooked on a Lifetime Movie, "The Party Never Stops."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going on a super fun hike, stumbling over my own feet and falling, then laughing so hard I just about wet myself. No joke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580072926289338626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjVMtsi94l4/TXBmwxBAIQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P2e_6c9mDLQ/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating at Jack In The Box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam seeing Just Dance 2 was on sale and chose that as his birthday gift. (ya...didn't even pick a surprise gift for him. Boy, hit and miss this year on my part)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not getting sick after EVERYTHING I ate. Just a few things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the BYU game at Wing Nutz with his friends. Ok so I don't like to watch sports, but at least I did &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; nice for just him on this weekend right? And I had fun with the peanuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving to Vegas (sleeping the whole time) walking the strip, finding the cheapest foods to eat, and driving back late (again, I slept the whole time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580073537605213186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_dTMz2wQlU/TXBnUWWEHAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SFbNKmX81AA/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking around the Temple grounds talking about our future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a sacrament meeting where lo and behold, Sam knew someone there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having a set schedule. And just enjoying each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard coming home. We really had fun. And even though I don't feel like I made this trip special for Sam, he seemed to be having a fun time. In fact, I just confirmed with him and yes, he did have fun. So Happy 25th Birthday Sam. You are the best husband and I promise: next year I'll be better. Maybe I'll even get you a cake. Or a pie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you!!&lt;/p&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/2119203574823097667-7006872170975481820?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7006872170975481820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/married-to-old-man.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7006872170975481820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7006872170975481820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/03/married-to-old-man.html' title='Married to an old man...'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFwVHeVRUYw/TXBmUXYm1OI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zPdy2-diUxY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-3545113956929324791</id><published>2011-02-17T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:28:36.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Beauty All Around</title><content type='html'>So there are many things I will miss about living downtown. One of those things being my walk to work. We live close to City Creek Park, and so many days I walk past that park and I can't help but notice how beautiful it is. This morning was one of those mornings. I just had to take some pictures. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796147430351634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMhDw5Ulpn0/TV2njz7NYxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/I_a4hBt9c3Q/s320/Winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796142855170914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJGYiU37wlU/TV2nji4Zq2I/AAAAAAAAAc8/c4-eHWf4enc/s320/Winter%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796140446122034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yI92hQCnko/TV2njZ6CgDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/niwaVmdNKl4/s320/Winter%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These picturs don't do it justice. The way the snow clung to the branches was just pretty. Snow may be unwelcome these days. I, like so many people, just want spring to come. Snow is cold. It's wet. It's slippery, but there is no denying it's beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On other news, we get to find out what baby is on March 4th! We are so excited!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still getting a bit of morning sickness, which is the pits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out today shortbread cookies give me heartburn, so I am staying away from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate gives me heartburn too...but I'm not staying away from it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My belly is becoming more bumpy. Which makes me already wearing maternity clothes most the time more justifiable. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My funny dreams keep me entertained at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wake up frequently durning the night to empty my full bladder, poke Sam for his snoring, and to eat a snack. In fact, I keep snacks on my night stand for that very reason. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 93% sure I felt baby this morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So life is pretty great right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-3545113956929324791?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/3545113956929324791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3545113956929324791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/3545113956929324791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/02/beauty.html' title='There is Beauty All Around'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMhDw5Ulpn0/TV2njz7NYxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/I_a4hBt9c3Q/s72-c/Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1490729431563496</id><published>2011-02-14T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:27:03.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Mine Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6wPBoo2bvY/TVnrp8if1nI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hZ-GzdjJxSo/s1600/Recently%2B145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6wPBoo2bvY/TVnrp8if1nI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hZ-GzdjJxSo/s400/Recently%2B145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573745119705683570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me, Trying to be artistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy Valentines Day!! Sam and I had such a wonderful relaxing weekend. I love my husband so much! He means the world to me. I love him more every day. Right now our relationship is taking on a whole new level as we come to know that we are soon going to have a baby. We are becoming real grown ups. Scary, but it's great to be going through it together. So here is my Valentines list on some reasons why I love my husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He takes care of the spiders that infest our home. And knows not to turn off the light till I check the bed for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He always puts me first. He is so selfless. He always puts my wants before his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He has cleaned up copious amounts of throw up. From puking outside the window getting off the freeway, to throwing up in the hall he doesn't hesitate to help me clean, and NEVER complains. Even though it's the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When he is half asleep and I wake up in the night, he'll cuddle me without even realizing what he is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He makes me laugh. We love watching the same things. And he laughs at me. Even when I'm not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He tells me countless times a day that he loves me, frequently kisses my head when cuddling, and gives the best hugs in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love how he gets so angry when he plays Nintendo. It makes me giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He will do anything for our little growing family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He makes dinner a lot. More than I have lately it seems. And it usually tastes better then what I make. Somehow he has a knack for throwing things together. And when I make dinner, he'll touch the chicken for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He always makes sure to email me at least once a day to see how I am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He never complains when I get chatty like a Gilmore Girl first thing in the morning when I know he'd rather still be sleeping. But he always listens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He in incredibly handsome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I still get butterfly's when he kisses me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He treats me like a lady. And makes me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;like the most beautiful lady in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy Valentines Day Sam! You are the best husband a gal like me could ask for. I fell in love with you when I was 15, and I'll never get out!&lt;/span&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/2119203574823097667-1490729431563496?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1490729431563496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-mine-valentine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1490729431563496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1490729431563496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-mine-valentine.html' title='Be Mine Valentine'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6wPBoo2bvY/TVnrp8if1nI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hZ-GzdjJxSo/s72-c/Recently%2B145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8349137125819861902</id><published>2011-02-07T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:55:49.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TVDFgHX9geI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VoRE4jbHiPw/s200/P1050225.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571169894583337442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is me, 16 weeks. I know, you can't even tell, but I sure can. My pants have been getting tighter and tighter and for the first time in my life, that makes me happy.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and I have began the hunt to get baby furniture. We haven't gotten anything yet, but we are looking and pricing. Friday night we went to Ikea for a date night and got some pizza, drinks, frozen yogurt and a cinnamon roll. All for the awesome price of $7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TVDIGvwbzRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vt5dLulef9M/s200/P1050223.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571172757281688850" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TVDIHBB_ruI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2SlFfIUVgbk/s200/P1050224.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571172761918746338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very excited to be parents!! It's weird knowing in about 5.5 months, we will have a sweet baby at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And have I ever mentioned how much fun I have with my Husband? Even walking home from work in an unexpected snow storm!!&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TVDLDi0x8_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VadbVUVWhy0/s200/P1050226.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176000805532658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TVDLEGS5cUI/AAAAAAAAAck/od7kh-wI6ss/s200/P1050227.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176010327093570" /&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/2119203574823097667-8349137125819861902?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8349137125819861902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/02/stuff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8349137125819861902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8349137125819861902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/02/stuff.html' title='Stuff...'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TVDFgHX9geI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VoRE4jbHiPw/s72-c/P1050225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8804353645062217917</id><published>2011-01-31T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:27:30.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams last for so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUdEzEFHxrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/C_VjxgSSOpA/s1600/Dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568495108326147762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUdEzEFHxrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/C_VjxgSSOpA/s200/Dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've been talking a lot about my pregnancy, but hey, it's the main thing and the most exciting thing happening in our lives right now. Well that and trying to figure out if/where I'm going to work once baby is born, who will/can take care of baby, where we are going to live, what to do with money....you know. Stressful stuff like that. But those things are for another post. This post is about my recent weird dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most pregnant gals can recall, the dreams while pregnant are CRAZY! I love them. It's like a movie everynight. I relay most of them to Sam in the morning and they are just so much fun for the most part. Some of them are even too jumbled to recall. Most are just exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are two dreams I had recenlty that I love. The first one I had a few nights ago. I had my baby, but for some reason didn't get to look at it or anything. Sam just took it right to daycare. A lady I work with named Lourdes owned the day care. When we picked the baby up, the daycare was just in the back of Lourdes' car, which was freezing. So we got the baby and I got my first look at my little baby girl. For some reason, I didn't know it was a girl before (note: we do not know what our child is yet). So the first time I looked at her, I guess she was a few weeks old, and I was hooked. She was the most beautiful baby in the world! I remember looking at her at how perfect she was. Even though her fingers looked like Barbie fingers, long and plasticy. Anyway, that didn't bother me. I just remember holding her and feeding her and burping her. I woke up happy, but sad at the same time. And very impatient for baby to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite dream of last night goes like this. Sam was in the military and had to go to military training. He was gone 3 weeks and home 3 weeks. That was his pattern. He asked me to start dating while he was gone to prepare us for if he went to war and died, I'd be taken care of. I didn't see anything wrong with that, so I did as he told me and went out on a date with this guy. Well I guess I must have made a big impression on this guy, because he really liked me and asked me to get more serious I guess. I didn't think anything would happen that soon so I just looked at him and said "I'm pregnant. And married." and showed him my left hand. Well this devastated the poor guy and he started to sob. So I hugged him and told him I was really sorry, but that I still loved my husband and explained to him why I even went out with him. He understood, but was super bummed. Understandably. I mean, I am a catch and I was the one who got away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had way more odd dreams then this, and I should write them down because I can't remember some of them. But every night is an adventure. Let's see what tonight brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-8804353645062217917?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8804353645062217917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams-last-for-so-long.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8804353645062217917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8804353645062217917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams-last-for-so-long.html' title='Dreams last for so long.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUdEzEFHxrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/C_VjxgSSOpA/s72-c/Dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8801139140466552380</id><published>2011-01-26T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:36:06.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells</title><content type='html'>Being at work today has been pure torture most the day. Why you ask? Because the bank smells like FISH. Disgusting gross fish. Everyone can smell it. But not everyone is being tortured quite like me. Because you see, I now am like a bomb sniffing dog. I can smell things miles away that most people can't, so something that everyone else can smell is 10X WORSE for me. Because of the fish smell, I am now sitting at work, nauseous. I've tried hiding in the one room&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCuIoC0KqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MlYzFj0bz_M/s1600/Mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566640602641345186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCuIoC0KqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MlYzFj0bz_M/s200/Mouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here that doens't have the smell, I've breathed through my mouth like Kristen Stewart, I'm cupped m&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCvIIUhyuI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_jwYqKj7IQc/s1600/Fish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566641693637331682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCvIIUhyuI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_jwYqKj7IQc/s200/Fish.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y hands over my nose, I've even buried my face in my sweater so I smell my armpit. And let me tell you, IT even smells better than my office. (I mean it should, my deoderant is simply divine!) But all these things I do make the smell even stronger when I am back to smelling it. And this smell will last at least another week according to the branch manager here. You see, new insulation was put into the walls, and that is what the fish smell is. Why some shmuck would put fish-smelling insulation in the walls, I'll never know. What did they do, dip it in fish before? Gross. Even if I liked fish, I would never eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just the fish smelling grossness that is getting to me. At lunch, when I thought I'd get an hour of respite from it, I walk downstairs and by the elevators it smells like someone cooked up a little bit of death. Then I go to the bathroom where it smells like someone smoked so much they peed out&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCu9WRFXuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/f6wt5rblD-Y/s1600/Smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566641508402421474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCu9WRFXuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/f6wt5rblD-Y/s200/Smoke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the smell, finally making it to the lunchroom where I open the microwave to cook my burrito and get a face full of burning hot steamy something. And I gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just send me home now so I can be at my good smelling apartment, with my good&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCugd5HdmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0PqgXHfzza8/s1600/Barf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566641012233172578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCugd5HdmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/0PqgXHfzza8/s200/Barf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smelling husband and my good smelling things. Please. Or else I'll just do this. &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/2119203574823097667-8801139140466552380?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8801139140466552380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/smells.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8801139140466552380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8801139140466552380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/smells.html' title='Smells'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TUCuIoC0KqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MlYzFj0bz_M/s72-c/Mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-9017437081328140583</id><published>2011-01-14T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:41:37.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guest blogger- my bff8 mel</title><content type='html'>hello caitlin's blogstalkers! i'm &lt;a href="http://www.justinandmelissaharrison.blogspot.com/"&gt;mel,&lt;/a&gt; KINDA a big dealio in caitlin's life. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXAEqf4gbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6Q7tKJWAadU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 332px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563564101046141362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXAEqf4gbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6Q7tKJWAadU/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as someone whose known kitty-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cait&lt;/span&gt; for almost 4 years now [not including our years of immortality], i think i am &lt;em&gt;kinda &lt;/em&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expert on all things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in fact, that's how i met her. i just transferred to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suu&lt;/span&gt; and i met her at a mutual friend's baby shower. she was so exciting and introduced &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt; as a fellow missionary-girl &lt;em&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt;: a sucker girlfriend to a missionary].&lt;/em&gt; i asked her if i could call her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cait&lt;/span&gt;- she said yes. now, i came to find out later she hates to be called that but too late right? we instantly became the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; of friends! she is my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yoko&lt;/span&gt;. and i am her john [how many girlfriends can say that?] time and space has not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;a href="http://puddlepawsandpuffycakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/guest-post-kittycait.html"&gt;especially granted our long history together&lt;/a&gt;] us.&lt;br /&gt;well as most of you know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;samlin&lt;/span&gt; is now expecting a little baby bear come &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt;. since i the honorary &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;fairy-mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; lend my lengthy knowledge about kids to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caitlin&lt;/span&gt;. and what better way to do that then by taking knowledge right from the super source of good parenting- movies! not only am i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caitlin's&lt;/span&gt; best friend, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been the world's best aunt for 8 years running, and i watch more movies then a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zitty&lt;/span&gt; teen boy at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cinedome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;life lessons on parenting from the big screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXAj5QH-eI/AAAAAAAAAag/3ULaS-5RU00/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563564637582522850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXAj5QH-eI/AAAAAAAAAag/3ULaS-5RU00/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baby mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story of a girl who wants a baby who gets it from another girl. polar opposites become best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caroline&lt;/span&gt;: is this chocolate or poop? chocolate or poop? [lick son's hand] it's chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt;: what if it had been poop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lesson to learn: don't assume anything. and get used to poop. a whole lot of poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 men and a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three best friends living together. one fathers child, the other two take care of it. the baby's mama eventually moves in with the dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;peter: babies. all they do is eat, sleep, and poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: it's nice to know what you are getting yourself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homefries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy falls in love with his father's mistress who is pregnant with his step-brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;childbirth instructor: you didn't get pregnant with our legs crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: don't let the flame go out after the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXA2shpeFI/AAAAAAAAAao/vFZT_g2_QK8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563564960583874642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXA2shpeFI/AAAAAAAAAao/vFZT_g2_QK8/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenage girl gets knocked up, gives her baby up for adoption, and eventually falls for her baby's daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bren&lt;/span&gt;, when do i get that spinal tap thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bren&lt;/span&gt;: it's called a spinal block. and you can't have it yet, honey. the doctor said you're not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juno&lt;/span&gt;: you mean i have to wait for it to get worse? why can't they just give it to me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bren&lt;/span&gt;: well honey, doctors are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sadists&lt;/span&gt; who like to play God and watch lesser people scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: take the drugs. &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; take the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look who's talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a former mistress finds her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt; post-baby in the arms of a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mikey&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; after he's born] put me back in! put me back in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: this is why babies cry. you took them from their warm, cushy, and pink life where everything was gooey and wonderful. how. dare. you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;father of the bride II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother and daughter's egos are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; at the same time and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;george&lt;/span&gt; banks goes crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matty&lt;/span&gt;: how would you like to go through life with the name cooper banks-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mackenzie&lt;/span&gt;? this kid's gonna sound like a law firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: don't pick a name lame for the future baby. it'll stick with them for-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt; [said in a tone like the fat kid from the sandlot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXBL0POz3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/2Ahta-YkgOA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565323431366514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXBL0POz3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/2Ahta-YkgOA/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waitress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unhappy, pie-making wife has an affair with a doctor while pregnant. she leaves the husband once the baby is born, ditches her mister, and opens a pie shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt;: Dear Baby, I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn: love big. love fully. love often. never be afraid to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a teenage girl is abandoned and gives birth in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;. rebuilds a life and learns how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lexie&lt;/span&gt;: this old gypsy woman once told me that if you jump backwards nine times before the sun come up you won't be pregnant. Well, I jumped so far I had to take a bus back and then I had twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lesson to learn: playing baby roulette is a risky game. losers end up losing for 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;honorable mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 and pregnant &amp;amp; teen mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid girls have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-marital sex with men who can barely tie their own shoelaces. they think the baby will fix their problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;author unknown: it'll be like having a baby doll to dress up every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;author unknown: yeah but you can't prevent pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lesson to learn: get married when you're not a teen to the &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; man in the &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; place at the &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt; time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563566167387431010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXB88OCYGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_o-3B16Px8o/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know that girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caitlin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tappana&lt;/span&gt;? ya, she's my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend, the cheese to my fries, the banana to my shake, the mellow to my yellow. not only does she have the best hair [no matter the time of day] but she's also a fabulous runner, a wonderful cook, the funniest person i know, a great writer, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend i have ever had. oh, and the world's best mama bear. &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/2119203574823097667-9017437081328140583?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/9017437081328140583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/guest-blogger-my-bff8-mel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/9017437081328140583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/9017437081328140583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/guest-blogger-my-bff8-mel.html' title='guest blogger- my bff8 mel'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TTXAEqf4gbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6Q7tKJWAadU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-4374546380210998562</id><published>2011-01-13T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:54:04.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Baby, Baby Oh!</title><content type='html'>So, now the word is out. I, Caitlin Marie Tappana, am going to have a baby. I still have a hard time believing it. It just feels like I have an extended flu. But yesterday Sam and I were able to see our little baby for the first time and hear the heartbeat. It was amazing. I can't believe there is a living thing inside me. And I love it. It still seems unreal, like I was looking at someone elses baby. But infact it is our baby, mine and Sams, Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athough I'm so so happy, there are some parts of pregnancy I dislike at the moment. I know they will get better soon. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I dislike about being pregnant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing up. It's the WORST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to eat the same food more than once. Sam gets a lot of leftovers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The small amount of heartburn I have had so far. I know it will just get worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of energy. Poor Sam. I'm such a boring wife right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting up 2 times in the night to potty. Actually...that was pretty normal before I was pregnant...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking along and smelling something HORRIBLE and having to put my hands to my nose so I don't gag or throw up. I've had a few close calls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are also some things I do love about being pregnant, and I know things will just get better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I love about pregnancy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I want something, I tell Sam that &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; wants something. Works like a charm. (usually)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People are so nice to me when they find out I'm pregnant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to see and soon feel a miracle growing inside me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I soon get a whole new wardrobe. A great excuse to go shopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have more reason to keep myself healthy. Now that I have a baby, I want it to be healthy too so I find I want to work out more and eat healthier. I hope it lasts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now when I see babies and become baby hungry, I know soon I'll have my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now I have a good reason to go home after work and put sweats on for the night. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fast food is on my "GROSS: DO NOT EAT" list, and yes it's on the things I love because it's saving money and calories!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've found out even more what a GREAT husband Sam is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So really, all in all pregnancy is awesome. Mel, if you're reading this, I think it's time you join the bandwagon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-4374546380210998562?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/4374546380210998562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-baby-baby-oh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4374546380210998562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/4374546380210998562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-baby-baby-oh.html' title='Baby, Baby, Baby Oh!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7371032809567025976</id><published>2011-01-11T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:58:09.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma</title><content type='html'>Less then a month after my granny died my grandma Betty Bingham, the last living grandparent I had, passed away on January 10,2011. It was very hard to take so close to losing my granny, especially because it happend so suddenly. We thought she was very healthy and would live a few more years, but Heavenly Father had other plans for her and called her home. I am thankful for the life of my grandma. She was a very sweet dear lady. She was the only grandparent that didn't have Alzehimer's, and for that I am very thankful. My grandpa died 7 years before her, so she has lived alone for a long time. She was ready to be back with her sweetheart again I'm sure. She lived a wonderful life, full of happiness and left good memories behind. I'd like to focus on the a few of the happy times I, along with other members of my family, share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She used to babysit my brother Erik and I. She always made us Spaghettio's cooked on the stove top, not microwaved. (they did have a different taste) and we always drank Sunny D with it. She also had a movie we would watch every time called On Our Own. We loved it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One time she was babysitting us, we went to a playground without telling her. After we gave her a heartattack, she found us. I don't remember what our punishment was, but I do know she was very relived that we were ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I went to SLCC, I had a math class that started at 7. I would park my car at the trax on 39th south and right after work I would go to her house. We would have a nummy dinner together and just talk. I didn't realize then how special those times would be to me now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My granpa and grandma would always keep gingersnaps around. If we asked, of course they would give us one. But sometimes we thought it would be more fun to sneak them. I'm sure they knew what were were doing...kids aren't as sneaky as they think they are. Especially when the cookie jar would clink. But they never 'caught' us or said anything. They acted obivious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandma made the best fruit salad for Thanksgiving and other family gatherings. It had the flavored marshmallows and apples and cherries and all sorts of yummy fruit in it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She collected porcelain dolls and benie babies and displayed them around her home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was one of the first people I told about my baby the day after I found out. She was very happy for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she was younger, she always told me she LOVED to shop. She would work and as soon as she got her paycheck, her and her girlfriends would go shopping right away and she would blow almost her whole check. She especially loved shoes. I know where I get it from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my favorite things about my grandma is she LOVED Harry Potter, just like I do. She read all 7 of the books and saw most the movies. I was pretty sad when I realized she would never see the 7th movie. My sister, grandma, and I would always talk about the books and how awesome they were. It was great sharing something I love so much with my grandma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is so much more about my grandma I love. This just brushes the surface. I know I'll see her again someday and until then her, along with my other grandparents, are watching over me and my family. I love you grandma. See you again someday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7371032809567025976?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7371032809567025976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-grandma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7371032809567025976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7371032809567025976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6882122901273916703</id><published>2011-01-05T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:02:06.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010: Recapped</title><content type='html'>*No pictures can be included in this post. Our computer is on it's last...key...and won't turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year of 2010 has been one to remember for the Tappana’s. We had our ups and downs, hard times and wonderful times, and made great memories along the way. Here is a recap of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January we both went back to school. Sam at LDSBC working on his Business Transfer degree, and I decided to try my hand at the U doing English Literature. Sam also started a new Job at DMBA doing customer service. It is a fantastic job and a great company to work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, we celebrated our first Valentines Day as a married couple and Sam turned 24 on the 24th, causing me to give him more than one day of celebrations. I had to make a big deal out of it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, we found out Stella (our Neon) had a bad transmission (even though she is still kicking today, we can’t drive her too far) so after much looking, we found ourselves a 2002 Honda Accord I named Lola. We love her. Also, we found a deal on a new Apartment, since our lease on our first one was ending. We got the free rent in March, so we got the apartment a little earlier than originally planned. But things worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April we had to pay double rent (which we got back with our security deopsit) and spent the month moving from our old place to our new one. We miss our first apartment, but enjoy having all our own stuff in the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we both finished school. Sam for a few weeks till summer semester, me for a while longer since I decided English Lit wasn’t the way to go. I still can’t figure out what to do. We also celebrated our big One Year Anniversary! It was so wonderful.  We also had another niece born, Emery Elizabeth Tappana, Tim and Ashley’s baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June we had a fun time going to Taylorsville Dayzz and doing fun summer month activities! I love June and July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July we celebrated my big 24 birthday. Later that month we took a family trip to Yellowstone. It was probably one of the most fun family vacations ever! We stayed in a super nice cabin in Island Park and hiked one of my favorite hikes I have ever been on, The Coffee Pots Trail. It was beautiful. We obviously went to Yellowstone and at the end drove to Jackson Hole and went to the Bar J. I still miss that vacation. Although when we got home I had the rude awakening of Jury Duty. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August we soaked in the last month of summer. Sam finished summer semester, and I…didn’t do much. Our place doesn’t have A/C, so we were both looking forward to cooler weather coming soon, although when summer comes to an end, it’s always sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In September, Fall semester started up for Sam again, and I, still not knowing what to do in life, made a plan of things to do while Sam was away including going to the gym more, learning how to cook better, be more crafty, and keep a tidy house. You know, wifey things. I also got a promotion at work. No more customers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is one of our favorite months. It is the month we always ended up getting together, and this October marked 9 years of the beginning of us. We also went down to Cedar City for our annual Homecoming Reunion, this year being another fun time. For Halloween, we dressed up as Ken and Barbie. The costumes didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted them to, but it was still super fun. And lastly, we had  nephew number two, Brae George Thomas Bingham born, son of Jared and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November, another great month, we took our fun Christmas card pictures with the help of my brother Erik and had a fun weekend of Thanksgiving dinners with both sides of the family. We also got free Harry Potter movie tickets through Sam's work. I was one happy fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December we lost my granny. It was hard, but it was time for her to go home. Sam’s little brother Jake left for his mission to Toronto Canada. He is going to make an awesome missionary, although we do miss having him around.  We also had a fun Christmas month, including an awesome Christmas party with my family in which Santa came, the yearly Voice Male Christmas concert that we went to with my sister Chelsea and her husband Tracy, also the annual Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert with David Archuletta, our second Christmas together which we were both spoiled, (I got Sam a Wii. He never expected it and his face was priceless) , we had a Lord Of The Rings marathon (which I kept falling asleep during…but come on, we started it late!) and we brought in the New Year with Sam’s half brothers who live in Oregon and California. It was fun spending time with family we rarely see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of 2010? We found out we are going to have a baby in July! It’s such a strange but wonderful feeling knowing we are going to soon have a third member to our family. We feel so blessed to bring a little baby in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is going to be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6882122901273916703?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6882122901273916703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recapped.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6882122901273916703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6882122901273916703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recapped.html' title='2010: Recapped'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5045244024412541227</id><published>2010-12-21T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:21:10.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gladys Valarie Steadman-My Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TRGHTFZwPnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/md7R-csiVAM/s1600/Granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TRGHTFZwPnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/md7R-csiVAM/s200/Granny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553368577461993074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My granny passed away in the early morning of December 12, 2010. This past Friday, December 17, 2010 was her funeral. The funeral was a very emotional time, but also it was filled with joyful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny's mind left us a long time ago. She had battled Alzheimer's Disease for about 10 years. Through that time, I felt myself slip away from her. It was very difficult for me to see both her and my grandad, who also suffered from the disease and passed away in 2006. It made me sad that my granny didn't know who I was, although I knew that she did love me. As she got worse, it was harder for me to see her. I didn't know what to say or how to act around her, but I still tried my hardest to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before she died, I was able to say goodbye to her as she was in and out of coherency. She was able to say bye to me. A week later, she was gone and I knew that she once again knew who I was, that I am happily married, and that I do love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was both a happy and sad time. I learned new things about what kind of woman my granny was, and I was reminded of some fond memories of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Granny was big on manners. We always had to say please and thank you when we would ask for gum or candy or cookies or whatever other goodies we wanted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She made the best tomato sandwiches. I called them "Granny Sandwiches." Somehow, they were different from other sandwiches, like she had a secret ingredient for them. I have never made a sandwich as good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She had a beautiful voice and was always singing or humming or whistling through her teeth. She also had a song she sang to me. "Ca Ca Ca Caity, Ca Ca Ca Caity. You're the only one that IIII adore. When the mo mo moon shines, over the cow shed, I'll be waiting at the KKKkitchen door." She had different versions for other cousins as well, but she always made me feel special when she sang it to just me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She gave the best back rubs. She had fake nails and it felt terrific! If she came to church with us, I knew if I sat by her she would rub my back for a long time. And she usually would give me candy or gum from her purse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was a very classy beautiful lady.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She made every grandchild feel like the favorite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She let me and my two cousins, Tifanee and Adriana, play in her room, even when we would sneak in her makeup. (I'm sure she knew)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was deeply in love with my grandad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love you granny. Thank you for making such wonderful memories to hold on to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5045244024412541227?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5045244024412541227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/12/gladys-valarie-steadman-my-granny.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5045244024412541227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5045244024412541227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/12/gladys-valarie-steadman-my-granny.html' title='Gladys Valarie Steadman-My Granny'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TRGHTFZwPnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/md7R-csiVAM/s72-c/Granny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7759438789511120785</id><published>2010-12-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:01:26.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sap: It's what I'm good at</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TQrfW0LLRHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/36j6KyNn1BY/s1600/CB029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TQrfW0LLRHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/36j6KyNn1BY/s200/CB029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551495073743193202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was at work writing the date time and time again, It hit me. As of today, Sam and I have been married 1 year and  7 months! I know. This isn't a typical celebration day. In fact, after a year you only count by years right? Well yes, that is right. But as I realized this at work, I decided I am not a normal person to count our marriage the normal way. And as of lately, I've been especially thankful for Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing. Just when I think I love Sam the most I can, I realize I continue to love him even more. There is an oldies song I sing frequently to him. It says "I love you more today then yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow." And it's true. My love for my husband grows stronger by the day. I have a deeper love for him now then I did on our wedding day, when I loved him so much I could barley believe he was going to me mine forever. And I know a month from now, even a week from now, that love will get deeper and deeper. It changes frequently for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has been so amazing to me lately. He has been doing so much for me, without even a complaint. I can be a brat sometimes. Ok more than sometimes. And he is so patient and loving. He loves me despite all my flaws. And there are many of them. In fact, he loves even my flaws. He loves me no matter what I look like, no matter if I get mad at him for no reason, no matter if I wear sweats a lot, no matter if I complain. And I love him no matter what too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7759438789511120785?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7759438789511120785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/12/sap-its-what-im-good-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7759438789511120785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7759438789511120785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/12/sap-its-what-im-good-at.html' title='Sap: It&apos;s what I&apos;m good at'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TQrfW0LLRHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/36j6KyNn1BY/s72-c/CB029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-7504923594811500272</id><published>2010-12-10T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:38:45.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am the type of gal who when going to a out to eat, I get certain meals at the certain restraunt. At Applebees I get the oriental chicken wrap, at Wendy's I get the chicken nuggets or the spicy chicken sandwich, at Magic Wok I get the sweet and sour chicken and ham fried rice, and at Panda Express I get orange chicken, mandrine chicken, and chow mein. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Subway I usually get a turkey sandwich, on parm oregano bread. Until recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week, I didn't bring a lunch to work so I had to get me something. I've eaten at Subway a lot it seems in the past little while, so I was kind of sick of my typical turkey sandwich. But, I didn't want anything too unhealthy for lunch so this was basically my only choice, especially for something without a crazy high price. So I decided to try something completely new. A turkey/ham (I know, still turkey) on honey oat bread, with my choice of veggies and mayonase. I never get mayo at Subway. And let me tell you. It did not disappoint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549200953059699074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TQK43aph6YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_y8ci9wwtbw/s200/subway-great-logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you Subway. I get sick of making/eating the same old lunch everyday. Thank you for giving me another option. Thank you for having not one, not two, but many, many tasty choices for me to choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-7504923594811500272?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/7504923594811500272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/12/eating-fresh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7504923594811500272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/7504923594811500272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/12/eating-fresh.html' title='Eating Fresh'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TQK43aph6YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_y8ci9wwtbw/s72-c/subway-great-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5675586046467663857</id><published>2010-11-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:43:55.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I'm not enough of a freak, lets add a Tiara!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO317nc_fEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Vx0yRCOl1_o/s1600/Freak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO317nc_fEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Vx0yRCOl1_o/s200/Freak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543357120914619458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic quote from a classic Anne Hathaway in The Princess Diaries. However, I'm not here to talk about how Mia was that freak. I am here to talk about her movie beau Michael Moscovitz, or as he is known in real life and in the band Rooney Robert Schwartzman. Did I know this before? No. No I did not. I learned of this this past weekend when Sam and I ventured to Vegas to see the best friends and go see Rooney at the Hard Rock Cafe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO32CFAzYzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/yc-hU57_WVc/s1600/Rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO32CFAzYzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/yc-hU57_WVc/s200/Rooney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543357231928664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (well actually I knew about Robert earlier when my friend told me to go to Vegas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this past Saturday at 5:30 in the AM, Sam and I pulled ourselves out of bed and ventured down to Vegas. Fun Fact: There is no McDonalds from about Payson maybe to Beaver. Lame? Yes. So we didn't get breakfast till Beaver then stopped in Cedar to pick up one young Jessica Freespirit Stoneman on our way to Vegas. When we got to Vegas and had our slow motion reunion. Then we went and got our food on at Heidi's, Mel's favorite sandwich joint, then Sam went with Mel's husband Justin to a UNLV game and us lucky ladies went and saw Harry Potter (still awesome the second time) then after we headed over to the Hard Rock Cafe (after trying two other places) to begin our show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3yVMC3cQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YuZhL3iFI1c/s1600/P1050057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3yVMC3cQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YuZhL3iFI1c/s200/P1050057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543353162187370754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3yVn6B20I/AAAAAAAAAY8/lifXGNTd7rE/s1600/P1050058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3yVn6B20I/AAAAAAAAAY8/lifXGNTd7rE/s200/P1050058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543353169666497346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3yWI35c8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/houhI_yUS1c/s1600/P1050065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3yWI35c8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/houhI_yUS1c/s200/P1050065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543353178515928002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three opening bands, then Rooney. Now I must admit, I  was sorta the wet blanket of this shindig. I was exhausted from waking up at 5:30 to travel and I was (and still am) recovering from a nasty cold. But although it may not have seemed like it, I thoroughly enjoyed 2 of the three opening bands and of course Rooney! I hadn't heard much of them before. I know my sister in law Kari loves them, and I listened to the Rooney Pandora station so I knew they were good. I do wish I would have listened to the station more then I did though so I could sing along to the music like the woman, AKA future Jess, who brought her teenage kids and rocked out like no other. Or like Jess and Mel. (like I said, I was a wet blanket) But I really did enjoy them so much! It was a great GNO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mourning (yes spelled that way on purpose, seeing as it was the day of our departure) we got up and Mel fixed us a yummy breakfast of waffles, hash browns, and bacon then we went to her sacrament meeting. After, she was nice enough to pack us a to go lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we knew there were storms the night before, but our family said the conditions looked fair. And they were...till Beaver. We left sunny Vegas and as we got closer to Cedar, it started to darken. We dropped off Jess and continued driving and then we saw a dark cloud coming our way and bam! We hit terrible weather!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3zmUFFagI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KhcbK-KzxYE/s1600/P1050072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO3zmUFFagI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KhcbK-KzxYE/s200/P1050072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543354555913562626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn't too scary driving because there weren't many people on the roads at that point and Sam is a good driver in the snow. But then as we hit the canyon just outside of Beaver, the traffic and cars started to thicken and by the time we reached Beaver, we were being forced off the freeway. So there we were, stuck in the Beav for the night. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO30l3Ts4KI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sVjxARoEI10/s1600/P1050075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO30l3Ts4KI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sVjxARoEI10/s200/P1050075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543355647701868706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first we were worried, especially because we went to two hotels that had no vacancy till we found some at the Beaver Lodge. I was thrilled to be staying at that place named after it's town and it was a fun unexpected extension of our weekend. We got the hotel in just enough time too! We left to get something to eat and came back and the hotel was full. Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO30mWJZ7II/AAAAAAAAAZc/XgsSamjsE98/s1600/P1050077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO30mWJZ7II/AAAAAAAAAZc/XgsSamjsE98/s200/P1050077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543355655980182658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO30nm1jViI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NhiE_sevPz8/s1600/P1050083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO30nm1jViI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NhiE_sevPz8/s200/P1050083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543355677640185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to get up at 5:30 again Monday morning to get to work as early as possible, but it was a great night. Nothing was on TV, but we were able to just talk and goof off and grow even closer together. The terrible storm that kept us in Beaver ended up being one of the funnest nights we have spent together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5675586046467663857?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5675586046467663857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-if-im-not-enough-of-freak-lets-add.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5675586046467663857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5675586046467663857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-if-im-not-enough-of-freak-lets-add.html' title='As if I&apos;m not enough of a freak, lets add a Tiara!!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TO317nc_fEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Vx0yRCOl1_o/s72-c/Freak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-2121114892110938815</id><published>2010-11-17T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:10:40.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSTxyalrVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OaOS3ZYt81Q/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSTxyalrVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OaOS3ZYt81Q/s200/Harry%2BPotter%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540715925128719698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day for me. It is the day the first half on the 7th movie of Harry Potter comes out, as most of you know. In anticipation, I decided to blog about the boy who lived. The boy who won over my heart as a little girl. I first started reading Harry Potter when I was 13. I remem&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSU8DCo3RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RhnrNEiF0_A/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSU8DCo3RI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RhnrNEiF0_A/s200/Harry%2BPotter%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540717200901987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ber not really knowing what it was about. For some odd reason, I thought Harry was the bad guy and the Dursleys were the good guys. WHAT was I thinking? I wasn't. I just wasn't. After I got over that little goof, I was hooked. Completely and totally hooked. As each book came out, I would re-read all the previous books, never getting sick of them. I still am not sick of them, and in fact I will read them all again very soon. I was sad when I read the last page of the Deathly Hallows, knowing as far as the books went, it was all over. But there were still movies to be had. And for the most part, they do not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen most of them at for the midnight showing, except the 1st and 2nd. The third one I saw for graduation, instead of going to the graduation parties. We even made shirts. I saw the 4th on and 5th one in the theaters a million times each, and the 6th one Sam and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSWa9BkFjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MLLKsJp2YOA/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSWa9BkFjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MLLKsJp2YOA/s200/Harry%2BPotter%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540718831374439986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I last year went back to the theater, once it was in the dollar, and we had to leave because we both fell asleep. I guess we were just and old married couple. Now the with the 7th one, we get to see at 6pm tomorrow with Sam's company. I am going to be like a kid on Christmas eve tonight and tomorrow at work. I'll be so excited, I won't be able to contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the imagination in both the books and the movies, even though when I'm watching the with Sam, I'll often pause them and explain what part they left out in the book, or what they did that wasn't in the book or how the book did a particular part. You get the picture. I'm a nerd and darn proud of it. So, in celebration of this the eve of the movie, I'm sitting on my couch, snuggling with the Husband, and watching Harry Potter 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-2121114892110938815?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/2121114892110938815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-boy-who-lived.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2121114892110938815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/2121114892110938815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-boy-who-lived.html' title='Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TOSTxyalrVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OaOS3ZYt81Q/s72-c/Harry%2BPotter%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5098814209276971394</id><published>2010-11-10T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:33:36.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So not good at customer service.</title><content type='html'>I work in a bank. Naturally, I have to help customers. At first, it was ok and was my job, but the more I helped, the more I realized how much I disliked when a customer would want foreign currency. They way their confused faces looked when they were looking for us, the way they would complain about how hard it was to find us, they way they would complain about the exchange rate and the fees, the way they thought they knew more about foreign currency then I, the master of FX, knew. I would get so grumpy at them if they gave me the least bit of grief. I don't care what they say, the customer is NOT always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day came when I got my promotion. I was told customers were no longer my concern. Oh how I rejoiced. I can now sit at my desk plowing through my work load, and if a confused customer comes up to my station and ignores my "next window please" sign (that is sitting right in front of me might I mention) and start to sit down at my desk and proceed to tell me what type of currency they want, I smile politely and direct them over a station. For they are no longer my concern. And for that I am very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5098814209276971394?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5098814209276971394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-not-good-at-customer-service.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5098814209276971394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5098814209276971394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-not-good-at-customer-service.html' title='So not good at customer service.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5186383203833355620</id><published>2010-11-02T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:30:18.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweeeeennn!!</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween. Maybe it is because 9 years ago was the first time Sam and I held hands. Maybe it's because candy is everywhere. Or maybe it is because I can use my imagination and dress up to whatever I want and it's not silly. I'm going to go with C, all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was no different. Except the costume part. Sam and I had the darnedest time figuring out what we were going to be, since I insist we go as a couple something. We first were going to maybe be Johnny Cash and June Carter, then we were going to be Two Face and Rachel, then we were going to be Harry Potter and Ginny, then Edward and Bella, finally settling on Barbie and Ken. Which left us getting the costumes the day of our party. They turned out ok, but could have been so much cooler!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDjdH7SX9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/uJp73hRg0Xo/s1600/P1050032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDjdH7SX9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/uJp73hRg0Xo/s200/P1050032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535174031521767378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a very fun Halloween eve though. Brigham and Kari threw their annual Tappana family Halloween party. It is fun every year, even when couples leave on the verge of divorce. (except this year) I remember when Sam first got home, I was most excited about it because it was a fun couple thing to do. I love doing couple things! The first year we went as Sonny and Cher=awesome. The second year: nerds. You bet I'm already thinking of what we will be next year. It better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(blog idea stolen from my BFF mel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5186383203833355620?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5186383203833355620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweeeeennn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5186383203833355620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5186383203833355620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweeeeennn.html' title='Halloweeeeennn!!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDjdH7SX9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/uJp73hRg0Xo/s72-c/P1050032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8246294014126553204</id><published>2010-11-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:15:41.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha would be JEALOUS!!</title><content type='html'>Or maybe she wouldn't. But I have been quite the domestic kitten lately. I've made 2 more recipes out of my cook book, and made a Halloween craft, something I thought I would never be proud of, yet I love how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first recipe I made was Spinach Artichoke Dip. It's just made with cream cheese, artichoke hearts, mayonnaise, and Parmesan cheese. It was really easy and pretty good. I've had better dip, but it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDfzEnBqoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-I7PlaD9cnY/s1600/P1050027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDfzEnBqoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-I7PlaD9cnY/s200/P1050027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535170010542090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was made with hard work and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next little treat were Halloween peanut butter fingers. You just mix peanut butter, powdered sugar, powdered milk, and corn syrup together, then you put it around the pretzle to make the fingers. Super fun to make, super disgusting to eat. Don't get me wrong, they tasted fine, but they were just too finger-like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDgsQBW7II/AAAAAAAAAXg/0s_74hfi45Q/s1600/P1050033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDgsQBW7II/AAAAAAAAAXg/0s_74hfi45Q/s200/P1050033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535170992857869442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubled the recipe, and I shouldn't have. I ended up chucking the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here is my craft. My sister-in-law Ashley is really into crafting, so her, Kari, and I all got together for a craft night. And with Ashley's help, I succeeded in making a really cute Halloween craft!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDhRBuVcQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Lu-oc7u1BzY/s1600/P1050029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDhRBuVcQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Lu-oc7u1BzY/s200/P1050029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535171624675143938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting this domestic thing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-8246294014126553204?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8246294014126553204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/martha-would-be-jealous.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8246294014126553204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8246294014126553204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/11/martha-would-be-jealous.html' title='Martha would be JEALOUS!!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TNDfzEnBqoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-I7PlaD9cnY/s72-c/P1050027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-391091043777082758</id><published>2010-10-26T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:24:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Thunderbirds</title><content type='html'>I'm a little behind the times. Sam and I were able to go down to Cedar City for SUU's Homecoming. I love Cedar City, and I love SUU. When Sam left on his mission, I felt so alone and sad (I know. Dramatic) so I decided to go away to school. SUU seemed like the perfect place. And it was. I found myself and realized what I loved doing! Not only that, but I made such wonderful friends who I love and miss. But thankfully, we have our annual homecoming reunion to keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years was so much fun. Friday night we got there later then I wanted to, seeing as I had to work that day. But we made it down about 8 with still enough time to catch up with all the gals (and boy...Justin). So Friday we sat and talked for a while, then we decided to do Fro Yo Friday. After, Mel and Justin, me and Sam went to a very lame True T Bird night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeQhEIisWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AyjuOWDRo-4/s1600/P1040877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeQhEIisWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AyjuOWDRo-4/s200/P1040877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532549564967596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeQhxLr8aI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u3-8wOa-HyM/s1600/P1040881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeQhxLr8aI/AAAAAAAAAWw/u3-8wOa-HyM/s200/P1040881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532549577060381090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we all became true T-birds last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we took a walk around the campus all around our old stomping grounds, and visited the my old death 6-8 am work building, the good old Braithwait.Then we watched the awesome Homecoming parade. Afterwords we went to pastry pub to grab a bite to eat and then headed to the football game, which by the way we won! Go T-birds! Then we went to our old apt for a picture. That night we went to see Social Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVYor72_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/8YkIqR2sA9E/s1600/P1040885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVYor72_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/8YkIqR2sA9E/s200/P1040885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532554917719038962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVZpy0RwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/C3p1PN5LdDU/s1600/P1040889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVZpy0RwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/C3p1PN5LdDU/s200/P1040889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532554935196206850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVaEpUslI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XhBw4GuWUyk/s1600/P1040905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVaEpUslI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XhBw4GuWUyk/s200/P1040905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532554942404145746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVauIKdVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WgSwNBmT6bE/s1600/P1040923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeVauIKdVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WgSwNBmT6bE/s200/P1040923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532554953539351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church, said bye to Mel and Justin, had dinner at Jess's place, said goodbye to everyone and then headed back to our hotel room to relax. We seriously sat pretty much the whole day just doing nothing, except we did go to park discovery. We stayed the night and Monday before we went home we stopped by Jess' office and picked her up for lunch at Top Spot. Then said goodbye to her and Cedar and headed home. It was a great, much needed get away back to my old home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-391091043777082758?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/391091043777082758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-thunderbirds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/391091043777082758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/391091043777082758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-thunderbirds.html' title='Go Thunderbirds'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TMeQhEIisWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AyjuOWDRo-4/s72-c/P1040877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-6371122809463148650</id><published>2010-10-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:52:00.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster!!</title><content type='html'>So today I tried a new recipe. It wasn't from my I Do cookbook. It was a recipe from my mom. My favorite Broccoli Cheese Soup recipe. Well, the first time I made it, it was disgusting! So, I wanted to try it again, when disaster struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using one burner to cook the broccoli and onions. When that was done, I was getting ready to start on the white sauce, so I moved the broccoli to the back burner and reached in my cupboard to grab the flower. We keep it in a ice cream carton. I set it on the stove, turned away and smelled plastic burning. Well turns out when I switched burners, I turned on the wrong one on, and melted the bottom of the flower container. So I quickly picked it up, touching the burning melting plastic with my pinkie, and spilled flower everywhere. With my pinkie burning, I turned away to the sink, making more mess with the flower and ran my finger under cold water, then moved the flower, getting it all over the burner, which now not only had flour everywhere but plastic stuck to it, I also got it all over the floor and all in the sink. Which by the way with the water running over my pinkie made a gluey mess in the sink. So then I had to make my white sauce with one hand. Luckily Sam got home from work just in time and after laughing at the mess, helped me finish dinner since my hand burned when I took it out of the water.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPWXJX7CJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iNrW3fsAsGY/s1600/P1040872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPWXJX7CJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iNrW3fsAsGY/s200/P1040872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996860855322770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           The Burned Container&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPWXvAsu2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/csmX-rxBUuU/s1600/P1040871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPWXvAsu2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/csmX-rxBUuU/s200/P1040871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526996870958463842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gluey Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPaEc4sOKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KjsTQ0Bx6uE/s1600/P1040870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPaEc4sOKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KjsTQ0Bx6uE/s200/P1040870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527000937722034338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  All over the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worse in person. But, the good news is, the soup turned out very tasty! I was quite pleased with it. On other news, on my day off today I went shopping and bought some cute much-needed sweaters. Old Navy is having a super awesome sale. Also, I'm going to Cedar for our reunion in 3 days! And I have a sweet wonderful Husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good! (besides the burn on my pinkie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-6371122809463148650?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/6371122809463148650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/disaster.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6371122809463148650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/6371122809463148650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/disaster.html' title='Disaster!!'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TLPWXJX7CJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iNrW3fsAsGY/s72-c/P1040872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1920994793165520575</id><published>2010-10-03T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:19:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Julie Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlEH2AiBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kV1qg9-sSgc/s1600/2009_julie_and_julia_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlEH2AiBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kV1qg9-sSgc/s200/2009_julie_and_julia_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524021319494141410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've decided I need to learn how to cook/bake better, and by doing so, I am going to copy Julie Powell and cook all the recipes in one of my cook books. My cook book however, is not "The Art of French Cooking." No, I am not that good, or that commited. My cookbook is called the "I Do Cookbook for the Bride and Groom." by Celia Jolley and Judy Williams. The recipes in it are quick and easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and perfect for two. I've made a few thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ngs from it already before I started to do this, and they so far have been really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlCwfLsraI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5Z4CRBZQKXI/s1600/Cookbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlCwfLsraI/AAAAAAAAAVg/5Z4CRBZQKXI/s200/Cookbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524019818718342562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend we had a girl that lived in an area in Sam's mission and her friends stay with us. I decided it was the perfect time to try out one of the appetizers: Apple Dip. Super easy. It's just 1/2 cup of butterscotch chips melted, 1 can of sweetened conden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sed milk, and then add 1/2 teaspoon of ground cinnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on all mixed together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlDzLfyV1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s1myer3KKMg/s1600/Dip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlDzLfyV1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s1myer3KKMg/s200/Dip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524020964485125970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I misjudged and doubled it thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ing it wouldn't make that much, but it did. It's pretty good! As easy as it was, I really liked being domestic! I always make the same old things for dinner and rarely bake, so this will be a perfect opportunity to expand my horizon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-1920994793165520575?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1920994793165520575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-julie-powell.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1920994793165520575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1920994793165520575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-julie-powell.html' title='The Next Julie Powell'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKlEH2AiBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kV1qg9-sSgc/s72-c/2009_julie_and_julia_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-1390923622275403169</id><published>2010-10-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:56:23.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment</title><content type='html'>We have recently organized and de-junked our apartment. My bestie Mel has been telling me I need to put pictures up of my place, and I figured now is a good time. My apartment is oddly shapped and I'm not great at decorating. It is still a work in progress. I'd like more decorations, but here is is so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our bedroom.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaoKc01pEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/T02ZFLRGrg0/s1600/P1040814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaoKc01pEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/T02ZFLRGrg0/s200/P1040814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523286890506462274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKan4Wd_zVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GQwue2WrN64/s1600/P1040813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKan4Wd_zVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GQwue2WrN64/s200/P1040813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523286579562401106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bathroom and closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKao3d-_LgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/t-K08DGu1qI/s1600/P1040822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKao3d-_LgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/t-K08DGu1qI/s200/P1040822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523287663911579138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKao36KA6RI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PFcB8Q4y0cs/s1600/P1040823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKao36KA6RI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PFcB8Q4y0cs/s200/P1040823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523287671474022674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The livingroom and kitchen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKarOL_H7sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4rzKS7EjF14/s1600/P1040825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKarOL_H7sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4rzKS7EjF14/s200/P1040825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523290253240561346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaqoxmYiAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7LPx2N8oB0k/s1600/P1040820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaqoxmYiAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7LPx2N8oB0k/s200/P1040820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523289610502309890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKapv37HYOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tEagIOgFXtU/s1600/P1040819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKapv37HYOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tEagIOgFXtU/s200/P1040819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523288632947335394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaqpfDXR2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/iz_mInTB5mA/s1600/P1040826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaqpfDXR2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/iz_mInTB5mA/s200/P1040826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523289622703458146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKapvaUbFBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/u0QH31ZAb44/s1600/P1040818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKapvaUbFBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/u0QH31ZAb44/s200/P1040818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523288625000420370" 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/2119203574823097667-1390923622275403169?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/1390923622275403169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/apartment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1390923622275403169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/1390923622275403169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/10/apartment.html' title='Apartment'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TKaoKc01pEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/T02ZFLRGrg0/s72-c/P1040814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5965915186765493792</id><published>2010-09-22T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:53:17.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New couch! New chair! New Friends?</title><content type='html'>When Sam and I first got married, we lived in a place that was completely furnished. When we moved a few months back, we had to buy our own furniture. We had borrowed our brothers couch for the time being, but we have been looking into getting a new couch soon, preferably in black. Today at work, I was bored so I got on the KSL website, not expecting to find anything. But I got lucky and found a great deal!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TJrNJAFD_xI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m6vNq2FI428/s1600/P1040787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TJrNJAFD_xI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m6vNq2FI428/s200/P1040787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519949847819714322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only did we find this great couch, but we also found this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matching chair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TJrNJdN_boI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqTHeAweSNk/s1600/P1040788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TJrNJdN_boI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqTHeAweSNk/s200/P1040788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519949855641792130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both leather, both black, and both in really great condition, for only $375, with free delivery. Also, the couple that sold them, are potential new couple friends. They seem super boss. They don't know that they are being sought after for potential friends, but we'll get them. We have their number. Even if we have to buy some more furniture. Dating is so hard even after marriage, and we will stop at no end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5965915186765493792?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5965915186765493792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-couch-new-chair-new-friends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5965915186765493792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5965915186765493792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-couch-new-chair-new-friends.html' title='New couch! New chair! New Friends?'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TJrNJAFD_xI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m6vNq2FI428/s72-c/P1040787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-5782419292134183181</id><published>2010-09-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:15:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxLvgXEdaI/AAAAAAAAARw/m0ay3ePgJuI/s1600/P1040717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxLvgXEdaI/AAAAAAAAARw/m0ay3ePgJuI/s200/P1040717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515866923134645666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been great!! We've gone to 3 fairs, and though I'm all fair-ed out now, It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday were able to hang out with my best friend from High school, Marianne, and Sam's friend from work Matt. We went to the state fair. I haven't been to this fair in years. It was fun. We saw all sorts of animals, cows, bunnies, pigs, sheep, and goats. We also saw a cute sea lion show. This is us trying to watch the show over the crowds of people. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxN4YfJ8EI/AAAAAAAAASY/nAj_W9bCcog/s1600/P1040718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxN4YfJ8EI/AAAAAAAAASY/nAj_W9bCcog/s200/P1040718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515869274663153730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Sam if we cold get a sea lion, but of course he said no. His favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate some delicious, though expensive fair food. We had some foot long corn dogs and a funnel cake. This are our cute feet waiting in line for the funnel cake.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxNAfvqb_I/AAAAAAAAASI/LR-g_7Bh4qc/s1600/P1040725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxNAfvqb_I/AAAAAAAAASI/LR-g_7Bh4qc/s200/P1040725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515868314538766322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't play any games. We didn't want to spend any money, but we did do some fun people watching, and of course got another picture of the four of us while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxM_yCHTfI/AAAAAAAAASA/d8FJqds81iA/s1600/P1040723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxM_yCHTfI/AAAAAAAAASA/d8FJqds81iA/s200/P1040723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515868302268124658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the fair, we went back to our place and, like a loser, I fell asleep while everyone else watched Sherlock Holmes. And let me tell you, the three of them were in cahoots to do something to me while asleep. It was such a fun night and so much fun to hang out with Marianne! It's been years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out with meeting our friends, Scott and Becca, at the Avenues Festival. It was pretty cool. We didn't do anything but walk around the crowds of people and see this awesome huge 130 pound dog. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxQPO6vJtI/AAAAAAAAASg/oYqmiGCMPCE/s1600/P1040738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxQPO6vJtI/AAAAAAAAASg/oYqmiGCMPCE/s200/P1040738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515871866254730962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxQuglQYmI/AAAAAAAAASo/8C78cgtmEiE/s1600/P1040736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxQuglQYmI/AAAAAAAAASo/8C78cgtmEiE/s200/P1040736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515872403572417122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left, got a free meal at Subway, and then headed up to Brigham city with the Cahoon's and some of their friends, for Peach Days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxSEG9ujII/AAAAAAAAASw/OuFn-RBP7Jo/s1600/P1040746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxSEG9ujII/AAAAAAAAASw/OuFn-RBP7Jo/s200/P1040746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515873874164485250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a very bad attempt at getting the group in the picture. We ate some delicious peach cobbler and a peach slush drink, and walked around for a while.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxSF-FPxoI/AAAAAAAAATI/XXkgUHZNwVs/s1600/P1040748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxSF-FPxoI/AAAAAAAAATI/XXkgUHZNwVs/s200/P1040748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515873906139842178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxSEvrzZUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dHoOmAm3c44/s1600/P1040751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxSEvrzZUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dHoOmAm3c44/s200/P1040751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515873885095159106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that was our weekend! So much fun, but we are both pooped out and are looking forward to a nice relaxing Sunday with minimal walking tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-5782419292134183181?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/5782419292134183181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/09/fair-game.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5782419292134183181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/5782419292134183181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/09/fair-game.html' title='Fair Game.'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TIxLvgXEdaI/AAAAAAAAARw/m0ay3ePgJuI/s72-c/P1040717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-9104903849109909403</id><published>2010-08-29T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:44:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs9oHd7DyI/AAAAAAAAARY/JD1KUgP2rQ0/s1600/Old+Dayz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs9oHd7DyI/AAAAAAAAARY/JD1KUgP2rQ0/s200/Old+Dayz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511066328426549026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year can be said to be "mine and Sam's" time of year. We officially became boyfriend and girlfriend for the first time October 31, 2001, but every time after that, it seemed we got back together between now and then, so now every fall it a special time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to my parents for dinner. I don't know if I was feeling nostalgic or what, but my mom and sister and I went for a walk and it just brought me back to when I was a young girl, exploring my neighborhood. I had so many memories of when I was younger. When I got home, I was still in this daze and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs-GLv6e2I/AAAAAAAAARg/3i9N0jIYMf8/s1600/Teenage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs-GLv6e2I/AAAAAAAAARg/3i9N0jIYMf8/s200/Teenage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511066844971826018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we were in the kitchen. My mom grows tomatoes every year and Sam has always been a big fan, and all the sudden, it was like we were younger again, and sitting in the kitchen talking while Sam ate a tomato. And it hit me. My boyfriend when I was a kid (really a teenager) is now my husband. The boy I met when we were fifteen years old is now going to be with me fore&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs7uA_JTtI/AAAAAAAAARI/HWddPvo5tJM/s1600/Engagements.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs7uA_JTtI/AAAAAAAAARI/HWddPvo5tJM/s200/Engagements.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511064230742806226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ver. Basically all of my teenage years were spent with him. It is just such a surreal and wonderful feeling. After high school when I realized I wanted to marry Sam, it seemed like forever that it would actually happen. Through out his mission, I remember thinking he would never get home and our lives would never move on. When he got home, I thought he would never ask me to marry him, and then when he did I thought May 16th would never come. But it di&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs8bmSR1eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FaChlBTZVN4/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs8bmSR1eI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FaChlBTZVN4/s200/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511065013849282018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d. Now here we are, all grown up and been married over a year. It's nights like tonight, that I can't believe my luck. I am married to the guy I most wanted, the only guy I ever really loved. He is mine forever. And it's a wonderful feeling. I love you Sam Tappana. You are the best thing that ever happened to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-9104903849109909403?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/9104903849109909403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/08/memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/9104903849109909403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/9104903849109909403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/08/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/THs9oHd7DyI/AAAAAAAAARY/JD1KUgP2rQ0/s72-c/Old+Dayz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119203574823097667.post-8368645738939844796</id><published>2010-08-08T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:29:05.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom.com</title><content type='html'>When I was in my last year at SUU, I had an amazing Relief Society. They decided to do a Book of Mormon challenge in which we read it before Christmas break. Sorry to say, I didn't finish on time, but it was still just a wonderful thing for us to do as a ward. Much like the Book Of Mormon challenge President Hinckly gave us to read the Book Of Mormon by the end of the year, this challenge brought a greater spirituality in our lives and we grew closer as a ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I decided to do a Book Of Mormon challenge together. We followed the outline of the one I had in college. We started last Sunday, and already we feel the closeness it is bringing us. We feel closer to the spirit, and with that, the spirit is stronger in our home. I've found when I have so much to do, but I fit in reading my scriptures, I'm able to accomplish more. I am getting more out of my reading this time around then I ever have.  I'm so happy that Sam and I can do this together and continue to grow with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2119203574823097667-8368645738939844796?l=samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/feeds/8368645738939844796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/08/bomcom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8368645738939844796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2119203574823097667/posts/default/8368645738939844796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandcaitlintappana.blogspot.com/2010/08/bomcom.html' title='Bom.com'/><author><name>Sam and Caitlin Tappana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17016900658649144297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1zqIRNcD-0/TB1JLfnxPJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eWk4IRNPKQc/S220/SANY0172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
